Finding Faith by Ysabel Wilde Page A

glow keeping me warm along with the thought of John.
    I only felt this torn apart one other time in my life, when my sisters stopped talking to me. My heart was broken with a void that would never get filled.
    The massive feeling of loss overtook me and hot tears streamed down my face in full force. How could I have been so stupid to let him go when all he ever wanted for me was to be happy?
    Even the last night I ran away from him that was all he had tried to do. My body started to shake. All I could do was apologize for having hurt him. The words coming out as a whisper in the air meant for me.
    I was no longer leaning on the counter, now I was up right. The arms I imagined around me earlier tightened, pulling me closer to the heat that I was aching and craving for and hadn’t realized I’d missed until he came crashing back into my life.
    A rough voice whispered tenderly into my hair, “Please don’t cry. It breaks my heart to see you like this.”
    The voice I heard practically made me come on the spot. Then gentle, open-mouthed kisses were placed across the back of my neck, stopping under my ear right at the sensitive spot he knew so well, leaving goose bumps in their wake. It was the most amazing feeling. I could have stood there all day with those sensations coursing through my veins.
    While in a trance from the glorious kisses, I was spun around, coming face to face with John. A few gasping and haggard breaths escaped me while I tried to process that he was really here with me.
    I pressed my hands into his chest, rubbing to make myself believe that is was really happening. The soft glow of the light made him look like a dream. He was the sun fighting off the eclipse that was taking over my heart.
    With strong, calloused hands he cupped both of my cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe away the tears under my eyes that had now become slow trickles. While I concentrated on bringing my nerves down, I stared into shiny eyes showing concern for me, telling me I would be all right. His eyes always told me exactly how he felt for me.
    Once my breathing was back to what could be considered normal, John bent down, planting a soft kiss against first one corner of my mouth then the other.
    A small sigh escaped me. Was I dreaming? This was too fantastic not to be. When he made full contact with my lips they went up in flames. I let out a deep moan. John took advantage, letting the tip of his tongue slip inside and taste me. I melted into him, letting all the feeling of love and regret that I didn’t give him the last time come out. I shouldn’t be doing it, but now I just needed to feel love from somebody.
    He pulled away and I groaned. His emerald eyes were focused on me, studying my face. “I knew you still loved me,” he said, trying to hide his smile. But my eyes had already adjusted to the dim lighting and I could see his pearly whites peeking from between his lips. Before I could tell him I thought he was a cocky ass, his mouth went over mine again.
    He roamed down my neck, giving me small butterfly kisses and nibbles as he went. One hand pulled me against his hard body to feel his even harder cock, telling me exactly what he wanted, adding a thrust to tease me.
    The other hand slid down along the side of my body, gliding past a breast down to my hip, giving it a rough, desperate squeeze while a deep growl came from his chest igniting my panties.
    He came back up to my mouth, attacking it like a starving man, not asking for it but taking it with a nip to my top lip and thrust sweeping inside me from the roof to my tongue tempting me into playing.
    The hand that was at my hip wasn’t at its final destination. He had other ideas. With our lips still locked together, his hand slipped between us to my stomach and headed farther south. When I felt his hand pass under the top of my scrub pants I gasped in surprise. The small noise I made set him off, diving deeper into my mouth, taking more. His hand went down the outside of my