Whispers in the Dark

CHAPTER 32

DUSK lay over the lake like a blanket. The sky was painted in lavender shades of pink and purple, and the water reflected the incandescent glow of twilight.

Donovan had lighted citronella torches around the deck to keep the mosquitoes at bay. Everyone was sprawled in deck chairs, enjoying the evening after a day filled with food, laughter and the comfort of just being home.

Marlene eased the sliding glass doors open and slipped outside, closing them quietly behind her. “We should go, Frank. I’m sure they’re all tired.”

Nathan sat forward, wondering why his mom was practically tiptoeing outside. “Where’s Shea?”

His mom smiled as Frank stood beside her. “She’s inside asleep on the couch, so everyone needs to be quiet on the way back through.”

Nathan pushed upward and out of his seat. He went to the door and quietly opened it, stepping in, his gaze scanning the living room. As his mom had said, Shea was curled up on the couch, her head resting against the arm.

She looked incredibly small, her legs drawn up to her body. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her, as if she protected herself even in sleep.

The others came in behind him, glanced Shea’s way and smiled. His mom and dad came over to give Nathan a hug and then motioned that they were leaving.

“I’ll take her to bed so you guys don’t have to worry about waking her up,” he said to the others after his parents had left.

It was only half the truth. He wanted to be alone with her, hold her, touch her. He wanted her with a gut-clenching need that defied explanation.

He slid his arms underneath her and lifted her from the couch. Her eyelids fluttered and then opened, revealing sleepy blue eyes.

“Sorry,” she murmured. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

He smiled and kissed her forehead as he carried her down the hall to the bedroom. He shouldered his way through the door and then eased her down on the bed so she sat up, her legs over the edge. Then he knelt beside the bed and began unlacing her tennis shoes.

“I wonder if you have any idea how much today meant to me.”

She cocked her head and sent him a curious stare.

He tossed her shoes and then leaned in close and got up on his knees so that he was between her legs and nearly at eye level with her.

“Seeing you there, surrounded by my family. It was like coming home in a whole new way. Maybe it’s why I had such a difficult time when I came home from Afghanistan. I was home but you weren’t here, so for me there was something missing. But now?”

He couldn’t even finish the thought because emotion was tugging at his throat, closing it in.

“I love you, Shea,” he whispered.

She leaned forward, framing his face with her hands, and she kissed him. Long and sweet. Warmth traveled through his body and to his heart. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her as tight against his body as he could fit her.

And he kissed her back. Hard, soft, all stages in between. He was rough and then tender.

“Make love to me, Nathan,” she whispered softly against his ear.

“I am, baby. Absolutely I am.”

She sighed and melted against him, going soft in his arms. God, he loved the way she felt.

He nibbled the sensitive skin just below her ear and then kissed his way down the curve of her neck to her shoulder. Her breathing ratcheted up and she arched into his mouth.

Her taste. Her scent. The feel of her. They all drove him wild. Made him insatiable, a man always teetering on the edge of control. In many ways she settled him, but when it came to wanting her, there was no help for the desperate, edgy need that lived inside him.

Shea kissed his neck, inhaling his smell and taste as he traced a similar path down hers. It felt as though it had been an eternity since they’d last made love when in reality it was such a short time ago.

Anxious to see him, to be able to touch him, she pushed gently at him and then rose to stand in front of him.

“I’ll undress for you if you’ll undress for me,” she murmured.

“Deal.”

Their gazes locked, never once breaking away, they began to undress, keeping that connection between them all the while. Shirts, jeans, even socks went sailing across the room until finally they stood naked before each other.

Drawn to the lean hardness of his body, she placed her palms at his sides and then smoothed them upward, trailing over the crisscross pattern of scars that marred the smoothness of his skin.

She knew it discomfited him when she acknowledged them in any way, but it was important to her that he know she accepted him and every single one of those scars. They were beautiful reminders of his endurance. They weren’t ugly. Far from it. They were a testament to his courage. To his unflagging resolve.

“You’re so beautiful,” she breathed.

He cocked one eyebrow. “And you’re nuts.”

She laughed but then sobered again. “You are, Nathan. I’m so in awe of you. You have so much courage and so much character. I can see it in your family. It’s reflected in each and every one of them. The Kellys are special, but you…You’re extra special.”

“You make it so there’s nothing I can say,” he said hoarsely.

“Good,” she said, smiling up at him. She leaned up on tiptoe to brush her mouth across his lips. “All you need to do is listen and accept. You call me your miracle, but Nathan, you’re mine as well, and you need to know that.”

He lifted his hands, pressed them to her arms and then slowly slid them upward to her shoulders. He spread his fingers and brushed his thumbs across her collarbone before going lower to graze across the tips of her breasts.

Then he cupped the mounds in each palm, lifting slightly before bending down to take one nipple in his mouth. He sucked lightly until the soft peak became a rigid point. He moved to the other, ran his tongue over the sensitive, puckered flesh before sucking it between his teeth.

“You are so fucking beautiful inside and out, Shea Peterson. I’ve never known anyone more beautiful.”

Her heart tugged at the sincerity in his voice, the raspy edge that told her how hard it was to voice his feelings aloud.

She moved in close, until their bodies pressed against each other, heated, bringing her to instant awareness.

His erection was cupped against her belly and she slid her hand between them to gently encircle it. With her other hand, she reached down to cup his sac, caressing him intimately as she stroked over his length.

“Take me hard, Nathan. Hard and fast. We could spend all night touching and kissing, but what I need tonight is you. Just you. Nothing else.”

“Ah hell, baby,” he groaned.

He swept her up into his arms, his eyes so dark that it sent a shiver down her spine. It was as if she’d unleashed the beast or at the very least given him permission to lose control.

He crawled onto the bed and put her down in the middle. He loomed over her, his features tight and strained. Even though she’d told him what she wanted, she knew he held back. He didn’t want to hurt her. Didn’t he know he couldn’t?

She reached for him, wanting, needing him so much. Only he could fix the empty ache in her heart. Only he could erase the fear that seemed such a permanent fixture in her life.

Only he could keep her safe.

“Please,” she whispered.

His palms hit the bed on either side of her. His knee nudged impatiently at her thighs and then he was over her, inside her in one breath. Deep. Hot. Hard.

Her back arched upward to meet his thrust. Her hands flew to his shoulders, her fingers digging deep as pleasure exploded through her body.

Not that endless foreplay wasn’t very nice, and Nathan certainly had talent in that area, but this instant, explosive coming together was electrifying.

It felt primal. It was primal. Claiming and taking. Possession. He covered her, thrusting, hovering protectively over her even as he demanded his due.

Oh God, she was never going to last and she wanted it to go on forever.

His eyes bore into hers, dark and fiery. His jaw tightened with each thrust and he watched her closely even as he drove deeper into her body.

She started to close her eyes, but he stopped, embedded tightly.

“Look at me.”

She refocused her gaze on him, saw the love and also the edgy need burning so bright in those velvet brown eyes.

“Look at me. Stay with me. Always.”

He slowly withdrew and then thrust powerfully back into her.

“Is this what you wanted?” he strained out. “Is this what you need?”

She wrapped her legs around him, lifting her hips to meet each and every forceful lunge. “Yes,” she whispered. “I need you, Nathan. Just you. I need this. I need your strength.”

“You have it, baby. You have it and me. Always. I swear.”

Their gazes locked, she writhed beneath him, the edgy rise already upon her. Sharp and yet delicate. Hard and yet so utterly gentle. She was lost in him. Lost in the power of his possession.

This was what she needed. To feel that she belonged to him. That she was his and that he’d never let her go. She wanted to feel owned, protected, unbelievably cherished. And he made her feel all of those things and so much more.

“Use your hand, baby,” he whispered. “I want you to go first. Touch yourself. Tell me how deep you want it.”

His words danced erotically over her ears and sent her that much closer to the edge. She moved her hand down her belly, tight between them, and lower until her fingers slipped down to where they were joined.

For a moment, she caressed the part of him that still remained outside her opening and then she moved back up, through damp, sensitive folds, to her clit.

“That’s it. Damn,” he groaned. “You just tightened all around me.”

“Harder,” she gasped out. “Please don’t stop, Nathan. I’m so close.”

He pulled back and plunged again. Harder and deeper. Then again, with so much power that it drove her farther into the mattress.

She couldn’t catch up. Couldn’t breathe. So she held it, straining higher and higher. He pushed into her, so tight. She was so full. He overpowered her senses. All she could process was him. Inside her body. Owning her. Staking his claim. Giving her the most unimaginable pleasure she’d ever experienced.

He lowered his head to ravage her mouth. Hot, possessive kisses. Their tongues clashed and rolled over each other. He tasted her from the inside out and then ran his mouth down her face to her neck.

He sank his teeth into the ultrasensitive area over her pulse point and, at the same time, swiped his tongue erotically over the area where he nipped.

He seemed determined to give her everything she’d asked for and so much more. More than she could even take.

She moaned softly and then louder as her orgasm came roaring over her like a runaway train. He drove hard and held himself there.

“Oh God, Nathan. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she begged.

She forgot all about his order for her to look at him. She closed her eyes and cried out as he pushed deeper still. She was unraveling at a speed that left her breathless.

And then she hit her peak in one shattering, mind-numbing explosion.

He was pushing into her faster, harder. His hips slapped the backs of her thighs and then her legs fell away as he forced them wider apart.

He shifted so his weight was squarely over her and then he leaned his head down until his forehead rested against hers.

“I love you,” he whispered.

He thrust again and then closed his eyes as he shuddered with his release.

“Open your eyes. I want to see you.”

His eyes flew open again and he smiled at her teasing reminder of what he’d told her just earlier.

He thrust slower and more gently now but he kept their bodies joined as he settled himself carefully so that their bodies were flush.

She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him close, loving the warmth and strength that emanated from his flesh to hers. She kissed his shoulder.

I love you too, Nathan.