man.”
“Why, because I dressed your wounds?” he asked directly.
“Because you care.” She smiled. The greatest feature of her beauty was her smile. It reached her eyes and sparked such energy that her face glowed.
“Would you like to go outside? For some air? The night is worth it.”
“Yes.”
Elu rose and went to her chair. Her hand placed in his, she let him be the guide as he walked her toward the door at her pace. Outside in the night he helped her to the cushioned seat of the porch swing. Carefully she eased into it. He joined her. The bench rocked back and forth on chains. Po walked out and took a seat at the step, his head resting on his paws, and his eyes looking to the moon, a large glowing orb that sat up above the trees majestic and beautiful. So wonderful in fact neither of them could speak.
“What do you do? For a living?”
“There’s a lumber mill fifty miles east of here, I work three days a week there.”
“Cutting down trees?”
“Cutting down trees. But I plant new ones for each one I take,” he said.
“Sounds like you. Bet that isn’t part of the job description.”
“It is not.”
They rocked.
The closeness wasn’t forced. When he lifted his arm and put it to the back of the chair, she eased in closer. He rocked the porch swing for them with his foot pushing against the floorboards. “That moon, is it a good sign? Does it mean I’ll be okay?”
“Yes. It’s your moon. I looked for it yesterday and it did not appear. It only comes for you.”
Her head turned and the action brought her face close to his. Her hair had a natural untamed puffiness that was fitting for her beauty. She was earthy, real, and he felt humbled in her presence. Leoti didn’t speak. Instead she rested against the crook of his arm for comfort. He wasn’t sure of how much it brought for her, but it gave him such pleasure. Her nearness made his senses spin.
They rocked.
“Elu?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think there’s anybody looking for me. If there were I’d feel it. I’d know it. Right now all I feel is how perfect things are right now. It’s scary not knowing who I am. Thank you for being the one who found me.”
She lifted her head and their faces were closer than either intended. His free hand lifted and he traced his fingers down her soft hair to her neck. She was so close, and the desire to have her closer played against his better judgment. She may not belong to anyone, but she could not belong to him if she didn’t know who she was. Besides a woman with her beauty and spirit had to have others that cared for her. He swallowed tightly. Elu refused to believe that she was some lonely professor, a wanderer.
“I, I…” she started. Her head tilted, her mouth dangerously close to his. “I think I want to kiss you.”
It was the permission he sought. Elu kissed her softly, fully, deeply, and she gave into it freely. Her lips plump and lush under his and her warm sweet breath came into his mouth.
This kiss. The very air around her felt electrified and she was wrapped in tidal waves of invisible warmth. Their first was more than she anticipated. Minutes faded into a block of time that suspended and she was left with no choice but to succumb to the bliss. His fingers went through her hair from the back of her neck, brushing her nape as his large hand firmed and pulled her in for a deeper connection. His thrusting tongue explored her mouth with a desperate hunger that left her breathless.
Deeper and deeper they kissed until her lungs burned and her body shook with pleasure. It hurt to lift her arms, but she couldn’t help the urge. She had to touch his feather light hair to feel it between her fingers as she recalled what pleasures being with a man could bring. He stopped her too soon. Broke the connection that was so genuine she resented him for his hesitance.
“I’m okay, I want to kiss you,” she said touching his hair, trying to kiss him again.
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