Chapter One
A branch twisted under her feet as the heavy clouds unleashed torrents of water and gusts so strong it could have split the trees in half. Her hands felt like they were stuck together with glue as the crackling thunder triggers an involuntary shudder. She tries to take a step forward but all her muscles seem frozen in place.
He opens the door in the darkness, as if he somehow knew she was reaching for him. Her white blouse now hugged her damp skin as beads of ice-cold water lingered on her forehead. He caresses her cheek, the warmth of his touch almost shocked by the coldness of hers.
His weathered hands knotted in the dark locks of her wet hair as he unfastens the beret. His lips taste of salt and masculinity and to some degree of sin. She wraps her arms around his necks as he scoops her up into his arms and kisses her again. There is an intensity in the way he demands possession of her mouth, and soon her lips are parting and his tongue is drawing her in. Challenging her to accept what his body always does for her. She kisses him back with a ferocity she only feels when he is awakening that part of her that only he can touch. The part that makes her come alive. That awakens everything inside her.
He kicks open the door with his foot, her nimble fingers reaching for the buttons on his silk shirt. He started to walk towards the stairs but she overpowers his thoughts with her greedy mouth. She grazes his lip with her teeth as she motions for the couch. He should have known they would not make it to the bedroom. They never did.
He sits her down on the couch as she hastily reaches for the hemline of his pants. She kisses his bare chest as he impatiently tries to peel her wet blouse from her body. In less than a minute, buttons are snapping and his mouth is sucking on her breast. She lets out a low moan as she shifts her hips and steps out of her skirt. Wet skin meets wet skin as Anna's nails dig into his back, her mouth hot on his neck.
The windows shake violently as Robert thrusts inside her, and she calls out his name. His lips are eager with passion as she shudders under his touch. With every violent crash of the wind, he robs her of her dark thoughts by thrusting in and out of her as if he was a starving man. When exhaustion finally takes her, she cuddles against him by the fireplace, his arms holding her tight, their fingers entwined.
Robert watches her sleep for a good thirty minutes before he feels safe enough to close his eyes. They had survived storms worse than this together…the most dreadful being a mere Two and A Half years ago. They called him Hurricane Gilbert.