Chances (Mystic Nights #1)(26)

“You were going to read some titles for me from your DVD collection,” he prodded.

“Oh yes,” she stammered and then turned towards her small shelf and began to do just that while Jonathan chuckled behind her. “Yes, that one,” he said when she began to rattle off the names and had gotten to the fourth choice. It was a Nicholas Sparks flick, and it surprised her that he would choose it. But this title, although a romance, did have an element of suspense and intrigue. Safe Haven was the name and she had been looking forward to watching it.

After she popped it into her DVD player, she looked at her choices for seating. She could take the recliner, or sit at his feet, but once again he made the decision for her. He slipped onto his side, and patted the sofa beside him. He’d made room for her in front of him.

She smiled and approached him, lying next to him and when they were both comfortable, she hit the play button on the remote and the movie began.

They were only fifteen minutes into the film, the poor young heroine just escaping from her abusive husband, when Jonathan began to play with her hair. Before that he just held her as they watched the film. It felt good to be in his arms like this. Cared for. Protected. She felt safe. And that warmed her. When the heroine in the film was safely ensconced in a seaside town in North Carolina much like Mystic, and Lantern Hill, she felt his erection pressing up against her.

She pushed into him and he groaned. “Woman, do you want to watch this movie or not?” He groaned, to which she laughed, but eased up on the pressure.

They watched the rest of the movie comfortably. It was perfect and both the hero and the heroine found their happily ever afters. That wasn’t always the case in a Nicholas Spark’s film. She was glad this one had a good ending. But for awhile the movie had become quite intense. The ex-husband had stalked her, found her, and terrorized her. It brought back some fleeting painful memories, but she pushed them back and kept them in check. That was her past, and Jonathan was beginning to look more and more like her future.

As the credits rolled, Jonathan pushed against her once more. He was still hard. And she easily turned to face him. Without words, he simply slanted his mouth over hers and claimed her lips. When his tongue sought entrance she complied. Soon the kiss turned into more, and their hands were grasping and reaching, clinging, and clutching. She didn’t know how he did it, but her top was off and her breasts were bared to his tongue and teeth. He had her panting and wanting more.

Jonathan pushed her up and had her straddle him after she quickly slipped out of the yoga pants she was wearing. He made quick work of his slacks while she positioned herself above him. Handing her a condom, she slipped it on, and then slipped onto him. The pace was slow. Less than last night, but they both climbed to the pinnacle together. She felt every inch of his cock inside her. He thrust as she pushed down. Her * held him tight. Their eyes remained locked the entire time as he let her take the lead. Only when he was close to his release, did he let go of her hips which he’d been guiding, and began to run his index finger along her slick clit to help her find the release with him. It was heaven. It was their haven, as the snow outside swirled around them. When she collapsed on top of him, he was already beginning to fade into slumber. She curled up beside him and lie on her side, her head on his chest once more, listening to the sound of his heart. She grabbed the quilt from the back of the sofa and covered them both with it. Soon the warmth of their cozy quarters had her sleeping as she joined him in peaceful respite.

Sometime during the night he carried her into her room. She woke with a feeling of unease. Perhaps it was the pizza she had consumed. But her stomach felt strange. She bolted out of bed when she felt the familiar acid rise in her stomach. She was going to be sick. Quietly she padded her way to her bathroom down the hall. And she made it just in time as she retched the contents of last night’s dinner into the toilet.





Chapter 12




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Aliya heard him before she saw him. Her eyes were still watering from her ordeal as she knelt on the bathroom floor. He was pulling her hair back, and he twirled it into a lose knot and clipped it behind her. He did this wordlessly, and it made Aliya almost want to cry. Who did stuff like that? She had heard of guys holding a girl’s hair, but clipping it up? Well, that was first. She nodded her appreciation, as she felt another heave coming.

“Are you okay, darling?” he asked in the dark bathroom. He flicked on the light switch which she wished he hadn’t done. She didn’t want him to see her like this.

“Yes, it is passing,” she replied. “I think.” She remained where she was just in case. But her stomach did seem to be settling down now.

“What is it?” he asked, his voice full of concern as he massaged her shoulders and smoothed his hand over her back.

Aliya sat back, and made to get up, her hand over her mouth. He let her, but filled the glass she kept by the sink with water and handed it to her.

Again, she was grateful. She took in a small amount, and swished it about, spitting it into the toilet before flushing once more. She repeated the process before she attempted to brush her teeth. “I think lying down right after that Pizza was not the best idea. I didn’t give my body a chance to digest. I have always had a sensitive stomach,” she explained. That was what it must have been. Years of being so careful about her food choices to keep her weight down as a dancer made her stomach sensitive if she over indulged.