She left the city, drove up state for a bit of a holiday. Scenes of historical houses, country stops, old diners, fruit stands filled her drive.
A slow burning fire greets her as she enters the rustic cabin, casting evening shadows on the knotty pine walls. She shuts the door to the rest of the world.
Setting her small leather bag down, she didn’t pack much, everything she would need was already here waiting for her. She hangs up the long wool coat on a hook by the door, shutting off her mobile phone. Shutting the door to her outside world.
Her black heels click across the countrified cabin floors, making her way across the main room. A brilliant light flickers at the end of the hall, she steps across the threshold. Dozens of white candles in all shapes and sizes lit the room. She stands in the doorway, hands on either side of the entrance staring at the godly creature in front of her.
She’s hit with an instant rush. That kind of intense heat and desire that spreads through you like a rapid wild fire, just by the very sight of him. It took her a moment to gather her self, it still shook her, the affect he had over her. She knew that every time she set her eyes on him she would experience this same powerful feeling, the kind that reaches down inside your soul, takes a hold of you, rocks you, sends your head reeling, skin burning, aching to be touched, leaving you shaking in your boots--- she could almost hear the shackles across her heart jingle and tighten, holding her, pulling her in. She became undone.
He was stretched out on a soft old leather sofa. Tan feet crossed at the ankles, well worn faded jeans clung to lean muscular legs, a denim shirt, lay open across his chest. Her eyes drawn to his trim waist, at the two undone buttons on his levi’s, the way the material opened in a “V” there. He lay resting there with his hands behind his head, looking completely relaxed. His hair had grown longer then he was accustomed to, but she kind of liked it, he looked a bit dangerous.
His face held the tan from a man who spent a great deal of his days outdoors. Strong chiseled bones, soft full sensuous mouth, dark eyes that called out to her. He had been away for so long this last time on an assignment, to where she didn’t know...it was more of a unspoken understanding between the two, his work was dangerous, as was hers, sometimes they would be together for weeks on end, day after day, and then out of the blue he would receive a phone call and have to leave. It was always the same, it would be late at night, the call would come in on a private line, it never rang any other time, he would kiss her goodbye and promise his return. A sleek black Lincoln would always be waiting outside her building for him shortly after the call came through.
She reached under the slim black skirt that she wore, peeling off sheer black thigh high stockings, leaving them in a pool. He propped him self up now, arm bent at the elbow, head cradled in his hand, she felt his gaze upon her without looking at him. Unzipping her skirt, she tossed it aside.
