Ask No Tomorrows by Rita Hestand

that
was the word that described it best, as their kisses became a
silent rapture. But he wanted to be gentle with her as he knew she
was inexperienced even though the kiss seemed to send fire through
his veins. The storm outside couldn’t compare to the storm raging
in Sam. The need for a woman swamped him like a warm embrace, but
the sanity of the moment escaped him. Gone were the worries that
she was white and he was black, replaced by the need to be one,
only one. Their lips needed no coaching or instruction as they
mixed breaths and sought the sweet nectar.
    The wind
sucked and pulled at them, but Sam braced himself and held her
tight.
    They smothered
the wicked storm with the sweetness of unbridled passion. He just
kept kissing her, tasting her, drowning in her.
    Sam was
careful not to touch her except where his arms wrapped about her,
but the thoughts of touching seeped inside his head when she jumped
forcing her young body against his, when a loud crash overhead
sounded. His hands wrapped around her and under her high young
breast, as his thumb slipped up to encircle the taut peaks. It
wasn’t deliberate, but natural as breathing. She moaned softly into
his mouth. He cradled her in his arms, protecting, loving,
dreaming. She sighed loudly. The need of touching urged his body to
respond quite naturally to hers.
    Their tongues
danced slowly, tasting, devouring, mating.
    Sam realized
with clarity that she was only the second girl he’d ever kissed and
none so thoroughly. His mind warred with his body. On one hand
Riley was ripe for the pickings, but on the other, she was innocent
as a new born babe too. He caressed her mouth like a newly budded
flower, kissing, nipping, tasting once more and mating, always
mating.
    His thumbs
memorized the sweet swell of her small breast.
    When he heard
himself moan, he moved his thumbs away. Trying to bring sanity to
the moment, but unwilling to release her totally, he crushed her
against him.
    He’d think on
the reasons he shouldn’t later. Right now, sensations swamped him
as she pressed herself against him. He felt the instant swell of
her young breasts against his chest and he sighed that he could
feel them without even touching her there. He closed his eyes,
savoring the moment. But because he had to hold her so tight, he
felt everything as though magnified. As though her body imprinted
against his own. He realized his own manhood sprang up and against
her so she had to have noticed. But the need to taste her deeper
and deeper grew within him. He heard himself growl at his own
impatience.
    When they
finally backed away for a moment, they were both panting and their
eyes were sparkling with such joy. He could see the shine in her
eyes through the darkness. He realized with clarity he’d just
touched a piece of heaven. And he wanted to go on touching it
forever. He pulled her up against him once more and kissed her
nose, her eyes, her cheeks and then back to her waiting lips very
slowly, like a fine whiskey. His hands went under her arms to haul
her up hard against him. He wanted her to know how badly he wanted
her.
    She didn’t
back away or even act as though she wanted to. She answered him
with kisses, and when he began to pull away, she kissed his eyes,
his nose, and his cheeks and back to his waiting lips.
    It was
insanity; it was heaven.
    And having
anything personally to do with her was asking for more trouble than
either of them could imagine. He’d seen that much with his own
sister and brother-in-law. But the love his sister and
brother-in-law shared was richer and more powerful than anything,
he’d learned quickly, and something deep within Sam wanted the same
thing. That powerful pull of love had impressed him growing up and
he knew he wanted the same. And right now, he was on the verge of
finding it, and he knew that too.
    Still, he had
to end it, somehow. He never dreamed it would be such sweet torture
to let her go. In that moment he began to understand the