Eyes by Joanne Fluke Page B

wander out into the hallway and have the door lock behind her!
    Connie pulled the door open and gave a huge sigh of relief as her fingers touched the inside wall. It was tiled.
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    Definitely a bathroom. She stepped in, pulling the door closed behind her, and flicked on the light.
    The bright beam hurt her eyes, and she blinked several times. This was a perfectly nice bathroom, small but clean, with two plastic-wrapped glasses on the counter. Connie unwrapped one, ran some water, and found the complimentary basket of toiletries. It contained a small bottle of hand lotion, a matching bottle of shampoo, a new bar of soap, and a purse-size tin of aspirin.
    After she’d taken two tablets and washed her face, Connie felt a little better. She wished she could take a cold shower to clear her head, but that would be sure to wake Alan. It was best to let him sleep. He’d have to drive in the morning.
    Connie flicked off the light and opened the bathroom door. Alan was still sleeping; she could hear him snoring softly. She crossed the room very quietly and slid into bed, trying not to jiggle the mattress. She was just preparing to pull up the blanket when she felt Alan reach for her.
    â€œI’m sorry if I woke you.” Connie whispered in the darkness. “Go back to sleep, honey.”
    Alan was silent, and for a moment Connie thought he’d gone back to sleep. But then he chuckled and she felt his fingers on Connie sighed softly. His hand was so warm, and the way he was touching her made her hold her breath in anticipation. It was unusual for Alan to wake up to make love to her, but from all indications, last night must have been an unusual night.
    â€œWhat do you want?” Connie’s voice was light and playful. Alan like it when she teased him. And then she reached out for him, under the covers, and gave a little gasp of surprise. Alan was more than ready. He felt huge and hard in her hand.
    He groaned when her fingers closed around him, and Connie giggled. Alan loved it when she played with him. Her fingers circled, touching and then rubbing, and that was when something very unusual happened. Alan lifted her up until she was straddling him on the bed.
    â€œHoney! What are you . . . ?”
    But Connie didn’t have time to finish her question. Alan pushed on the back of her head and guided her mouth down to him. Connie was shocked and she gave a little giggle of surprise. Alan had never done anything like this before! He’d always preferred what she called “nice” sex, sex with the lights out in the missionary position, fondling and touching but nothing else. Tonight he wanted something more, and Connie was delighted to give it to him.
    He groaned as her tongue brushed against him and she giggled deep in her throat. This was going to be fun. She could hardly wait to see Alan’s reaction when she really got started.
    It was no less than Connie had expected. He almost went ballistic. And that was when Connie got her second shock. He grabbed her quite roughly by the arms and lifted her up in the air, positioning her directly above him and pushing her down.
    Connie’s mouth opened in a soundless expression of surprise. This wasn’t like Alan at all! He’d always been so concerned about her pleasure, asking her whether she was ready for him, and guiding himself inside her so gently. There was nothing gentle about Alan tonight. He’d changed, and Connie wasn’t sure she liked it!
    But she started to when he moved beneath her, lunging up with his body. He was like a madman, intent on that final pleasure, and Connie gave a little moan in the back of her throat.
    â€œMove, baby. Move it around for me.”
    His voice was hoarse, so thick with passion that Connie almost didn’t recognize it. Alan sounded like a stranger, and she shivered in excitement. This was a side of him she’d never seen before. The gentle man she loved had turned into an animal, raging