So Beautiful!
Monday, January 25, 2016
Sunday, January 24, 2016
Burn's Night ... The Lilt and Flora MacDonald Fancy
This is my favorite! About half way through is the Flora, which is my ultimate favorite!
Friday, January 8, 2016
Estrella Azul Snippet ...
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Andre casually withdrew his
touch and accepted the menu presented.
Erin looked at it over
Andre’s shoulder, leaning close, and the sweet, spicy
scent of him assailed her
senses, making her long for his suggestion, even over
·
dinner.
The only thing on the menu that looked appealing was a cheeseburger and
fries, so she ordered that with a Coke. After taking Andre’s
order, the flight
attendant left them alone
again.
“Why do you leave your coat
on, isn’t it uncomfortable?”
“I might take it off in a
while, when everyone is sleeping.”
“Oh. Okay. Why do you have
to wait?”
Andre leaned close. “I’m
wearing my gun, sometimes it upsets people to see
it, and so I just leave my jacket
on until the lights are turned down low.”
“How did you get a gun onto
the plane?” Erin hissed. “I thought that was a
no-no.”
“My agency has federal
clearance, so I’m authorized to carry a weapon any
time, any place, including
planes. That’s why they let us stay on board at the
Houston airport.”
“If you have a gun on, why
can’t you just go back there and get my purse?”
“Well, think about it. If I
went back there like that, what do you think would
happen?”
Taking a deep breath, Erin
let it go. “Never mind.”
“We’ll get it, I promise
you.” Andre patted her knee, smiling at her.
Dinner was quick to come and
for Erin, her plate was empty almost too
quickly. But at last, she
was full. The evening movie held no interest for her and so
she watched out her little
window as the sun began to set with pink hues in the
Western sky. Her blinking
became longer and longer as her body relaxed.
The dreams that resulted
were
sensually
terrifying.
Titillating
words of
promise, mixed with Andre’s
tantalizing scent provoked feelings of need and desire,
while the haunting reality
of being caught in a game of cat and mouse kept the
feeling at bay. It was like
an erotic purgatory, making Erin jolt awake bathed in
sweat. Blinking, her eyes
focused on what was in front of her. Andre was sound
asleep, he had the thick
blanket pulled up over his shoulder; concealing the holster
she knew was there. His bare
bicep stretched out, leading over to her body and she
realized the weight pinning
her was his arm, wrapped protectively around her. Erin
didn’t dare move for fear
Andre would remove it and that was the last thing she
wanted to happen. This was
the safest she had felt since all of this crap had begun
and she knew that feeling
would end way too soon. There was more to come, she
knew that much, and feared
it would not be any better. Looking beyond and across
the aisle, she could see out
an adjacent window that it was still very dark out. This
little tube, full of people
was cruising through the night sky;
bringing her closer
then she had ever been to
the stars.
A sudden jolt and the
feeling of going down a deeply rutted road shook them
all out of their security.
Erin tried not to scream. Instead, a sound resembling the
squeak of a large mouse,
escaped and she clutched her blanket tightly. Andre’s
thick arm coiled tighter
around her, dragging her toward him, even as he slid her
·
way,
meeting in the middle. Looking freshly woken and a little startled himself,
Andre chuckled, his teeth
glowing from the stubble shadowing around his lips.
The loudspeaker crackled to
life overhead and the pilot’s voice sounded. “Just
a little turbulence, folks.”
“See there? Nothing to worry
about,” Andre soothed.
“I don’t like it,” Erin
breathed, clutching the front of his shirt, making
wrinkles in the tightly
drawn fabric.
“It will be all right. I’m
surprised we haven’t run into it sooner. Denver is
usually terrible about
turbulence.”
Swallowing, Erin released
the wadded fabric and smoothed it over his warm,
hard chest. Her fingers
played over the rigid contours of muscle and a sharply
pebbled nipple making his
pecs ripple and flex beneath her fingertips. The pulse in
his throat quickened and
Andre’s hand pressed harder to her back as he slid his
palm upward.
Erin’s
touch
brushed
the
cold,
hard
metal
of
the
gun
handle,
contrasting his soft warmth.
Her fingers folded as she quickly pulled her hand away
from him and look up into
his dark gaze. Capturing her hand, he raised it to his
lips, kissing where she had
touched the weapon.
“What’s the matter?” Andre
breathed, placing her palm back to his chest,
pressing it there with his
own.
“I don’t like guns.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve seen too often the
damage they can do to the human body.”
“But that’s not the gun’s
fault, it’s the person behind it that is responsible.”
“Perhaps, but I still don’t
like them.”
“That’s fair enough, but
it’s my job to carry one to keep us safe.”
“It’s a never ending circle,
isn’t it?”
“I’m afraid so.”
Andre’s mesmerizing touch
sliding over her back soon made Erin sleepy
enough that she fell back to
sleep, tucked beneath the safety of his arm.
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