Teresa started to cry. This was it, she was going crazy. She would loose everything. Her family, her life, she would be shipped away to the psych ward. She cried even harder, she had seen what they had done to Sheridan. Shock therapy would be her treatment. She was sure of that. The next thing she knew she was being lifted up off the ground and carried over to the shower. She heard the water come on and she felt her gown and the remainder of her clothing slip off and then she felt the gentle spray of the water hitting her. She also felt the gentle caress of a man's strong hands. She looked up, she knew this touch. She would always know his touch.
"Fox. What are you doing here?" She was finally warm. She had been cold for so long it felt strange to warm again.
"I came by to take Little E out, but when I walked passed your room I heard you crying. You know what your crying does to me, Teresa." He was gently rubbing the tense muscles of her back.
She looked down and noticed that they were both standing there naked. Why wouldn't they be? They were both in the shower. "We shouldn't be here like this."
"It's okay. Julian's at the office. Eve's at the hospital. I saw Ethan's car parked at his law office. The only people here are the servants. We're all alone, Teresa."
"Fox." She said closing her eyes and he lowered in to take her lips. "Fox, please tell me I'm not dreaming. Because if it is I couldn't bare the thought of wake up and you not being here."
"It's not a dream, Teresa. I'm here." He trailed tiny kissed down the side of her neck. "Do you know how long I've dreamed of holding you like this again. Touching you like this again." He trailed a hand down to her breast and cupped it.
Teresa caught her breath and lay her head against his shoulder. "Oh, Fox, I've been so lonely."
"Hush, Teresa, I'm here to take care of you now." Fox cupped his hands around her bottom and lifted her up against him. "Put your legs around me." Teresa did as he said and wrapped her slender legs around his waist. She heard his sharply indrawn breath and reveled in the fact that she could satisfy Fox in a way she had never been able to satisfy Ethan.
Fox pressed her back against the wall of the shower. "Fox, I need you. Please, I need you." The soft cry of her need filled his ears and he thought that he would go out of his mind. He bit her hardening nipple and she responded by sinking her fingertips more deeply into his well contoured shoulders.
"I thought I would be able to take my time with you, if I ever got this chance again, but I can't help myself, Teresa. I have to have you know." He growled.
She gently touched the side of his face. "It's okay, Fox. I understand."
The next instant Fox surged into her and he took her mouth and swallowed the sweet sounds coming from her. He waited for a few brief seconds while their bodies adjusted to each other. Then slowly, slowly Fox began to move within her. Just when Teresa thought she couldn't handle anymore Fox began to move with more rhythm. He pressed her back hard against the shower. Teresa felt tiny shivers run up and down her, from head to toe. She couldn't fight it anymore,she had to give in. She arched against him and cried out his name. Fox then gave in himself. Knowing he could make Teresa scream his name made him loose control and in one last thrust Fox was swept away in the same sea of emotion that Teresa was.
A short time later they both stood in the room that her and Ethan shared. Teresa picked up an extra towel and began drying her hair with it when the sleeve of her robe fell back and Fox saw the bruise that covered her wrist.
He walked across the room and took her hand in his and pushed back the sleeve even farther. "Where did you get this, Teresa?"
"Fox..."
"Did Ethan do this to you? I'll kill him, Teresa. I swear to God, I'll kill him."
Teresa flinched at his words. She knew he could. He would kill Ethan if he ever hurt her.
"I'd kill anybody that ever hurt you, Teresa."
Those words hit her at the quick, but she pretended not to be fazed by them. "Calm down, Fox. It's nothing. Little Ethan and I were playing yesterday and he almost fell. He grabbed my arm on the way down. That's all. It's nothing." She yanked her arm away from Fox's grasp and tried covering the bruise. It had been a lame excuse, but it was the best she could do on such short notice.
Fox had gotten a good look at the bruise and knew that it wasn't from Little Ethan. The handprint was too big, but he wouldn't push her any farther right now. He would get his answers soon enough.
Teresa looked over at the clock. It was nearly twelve. "Fox you'd better being going. Sometimes Ethan comes home for lunch."
"We'll talk later, right?"
"I'll call you tomorrow. We'll take Little Ethan out."
He kissed her soundly on the mouth. "That sounds nice. Good-bye Teresa.
"Good-bye Fox."
As she watched him walk out the door a wave of panic washed through her. She had always felt something wasn't right with Gwen's death. Fox said that he would kill anyone who had ever hurt her. He had told Teresa when he left that he was giving her the life he had always wanted. The one person that was in her way of that life was Gwen. What if Fox had killed Gwen?