Chapter 4 – Breezes and Winds

She watched the couple from afar.

She watched his hand in hers, watched his eyes prowl her curves with lust.

And her stomach twisted in discomfort, the heavy, damp air filling her lungs. It foreshadowed fear.

The grass was cold under the woman's feet, the moistened blades glistening in the moonlight that streamed through the trees. The man led her deep into the privacy of the woods, a heated energy pulsating from his every muscle. She was willingly following him, her anticipation at peak when he guided her in front of him.

Her stomach twisted.

She sighed as his chest brushed against hers, pushing her backward into the sturdy bark of the tree trunk behind her. His hands ran down the length of her arm, sensually caressing her skin from shoulder to fingertip. He locked hands with hers and extended her arms out and above her head.

Her stomach twisted.

At once, his lips were on hers, the delicate flesh meshing into a consummate kiss of passion. His tongue melted in her mouth. In a flash, his hands were massaging the warmth within her panties, and her fingers were ravaging the front of his jeans, clenching the denim and forcing it down to release his throbbing penis.

Her head spun.

She wasn't watching anymore. She was the one against the tree, her back pressing into the bark, his hands roaming her body … then he was inside her, his soft moans echoing in her ear, the hot breath tickling her skin …

The moaning intensified as his eyes locked with hers. Her stomach untwisted and instead lunged in anticipation.

He blinked. His eyes were black.

He blinked again. His eyes were golden.

And Edward Cullen thrust upward into her, the sensation of his flesh diving into her wetness taking her breath away …

Amy's eyes shot open, and she kicked her comforter off to cool her moistened skin. She sighed and stared at the ceiling as if the images from her dream would appear in the sea of white above her. She rolled to her side and stared at her clock. 4:30 a.m.

She adjusted her head on the pillow, the cool cotton welcome on her flushed cheek. Her thoughts immediately returned to the same thing they had been focused on for the past several hours.

Edward Cullen.

The chiseled male figure with tousled hair, powerful eyes and toned frame had been in Amy's mind since she left the Spring Fling.

And as his perfect image swirled around in her mind like a soft, welcome breeze, the questions returned. A funnel of wind now clouded her mind.

How did he know where I was? Did he follow me? Did he somehow know what Wes was doing? And how the hell could Wes have done that? Would Wes try to call me? Would Edward contact me?

Edward Cullen.

He's sexy.

He's elusive.

He's beautiful.

He's dangerous.

And I'm infatuated.