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some distance between her and
this large temptation making her body betray the strict limitations she had
placed upon it.
    “I’ll
go with you.” He rose, towering over her.
    “No,
you won’t. I need to sleep, Ethan.” Tired, she was losing her will to fight him
and if he didn’t leave soon, she was going to crawl up in his big arms and make
herself at home. Sleep. And after she rested, love him for all he was worth. But
that couldn’t happen, so she had to get rid of him, now. She attempted to push
him toward the door and would have had more luck trying to push a mountain.
    “Okay,
okay. I’ll go, but I will be back to collect you at six tonight, which is,” he
looked at the clock on the wall, “ten hours from now. Wear something sexy. Although,
I can’t imagine anything you put on not being sexy. You are so hot, babe.” Before
she realized, he had drawn close. “Just a taste, Lise. Please? I need you so
badly.” Gentle but firm hands grasped her by the shoulders and drew her closer then his warm, hard, broad, magnificent body pinned her to
the wall. He ravished her lips—their breath coming in gasps—he plunged his tongue
deep within her mouth, stroking hers into submission. He kissed her as if he
were reclaiming what was rightfully his. He found no rejection. From the first
touch of his lips to hers something within her thawed. Six years slipped away
and she had no choice but to respond. It was as if she were returning home. Her
arms longed to wrap around his neck, but she drove her fingernails deep into
her palms, in a desperate attempt to salvage a modicum of control.
    Both
drew back, gasping for breath. “That is what a kiss is supposed to be like. Tonight,
I want more.” He straightened her hair, her robe and stole one last soft, sweet
kiss. “I’ll be back.” He left her standing there, shaking.
     
    * * * *
     
    Annalise
had trouble getting to sleep, but when she did, she slept like the dead. Waking
at four, she realized she only had two hours to get ready for Ethan.
    She
had trouble deciding what to wear. He wanted sexy, but in the last six years the
term sexy only applied to her stories, not to her wardrobe. It was late August and
still hot in all parts of Texas, so all she brought were cool, cotton
sundresses. She wished she had time to go out and buy something else, but she had
slept the day away. Oh well, this would just have to do. After a hot shower,
she chose a white eyelet sundress. Annalise underestimated the impact of the
ultra feminine garment. Her golden skin and dark hair stood in stark contrast
to the virginal, innocent, angelic looking outfit. She couldn’t see it, but
frankly she looked like ‘naughty’ trying to look ‘nice’. Her breasts teased the
top of the dress, the tiny spaghetti straps looking too fragile to keep their
bountiful prisoners in check. It fell in soft tiny pleats from an empire
waistline to just below the knee. She didn’t even own a pair of hose and her
shoes were simple, white, strappy sandals.
    When
she finished dressing, she walked Tiny, fed him and apologized for going off
and leaving him. It hadn’t happened very often. If she had a nerve pill, she
would have taken it. Ethan was going to be hard to resist.
    When
the knock came at the door, she jumped. After calming the dog, she opened the
door and found Ethan looking devastatingly handsome in a gray suit coat, light
blue shirt and gray slacks. She felt woefully underdressed. He didn’t have on a
tie, but he still looked like a million dollars. “My God, you’re beautiful,” she
said honestly.
    He
laughed. “You are so good for my ego, babe.”
    “Ethan,
I can’t go with you! Look at me, I have on playwear!” Annalise was mortified. “Can’t
you dress down a little, please; I don’t have anything nicer with me.”
    “You
are the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen and playwear sounds perfect.” He held out
his hand. “Come with me. There is nothing I’d rather do than play with you.”