Title: Tempered Dreams
Author: Pamela S Thibodeaux
Scott held her and continued to stroke her body in a soothing caress. Each ragged cry tore at his heart, but he didn’t shush her. When her sobs subsided into soft, hiccupping sounds he rose with her cradled in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
Katrina stiffened in his grasp. “What...?”
“Shh,” he whispered, brushing his lips over her forehead. “I just want to hold you. Trust me, Kitten,” he urged and felt her relax in his arms.
Laying her gently on the bed, he crawled in beside her and pulled her close. His mouth covered hers in a tender caress—searching, tasting, teasing, urging a deeper response until he heard her soft, sweet moan of surrender, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. The sound and the feel of her yielding, soft and pliant against him, sent a sweet ache through his entire being. Scott reveled in the feeling.
Trina closed her eyes and gave herself up to the tenderness of his touch. When Jack’s voice rose in her mind, she shook her head. “Talk to me, Scott,” she pleaded. “I don’t want to listen to him any more. I only want to hear your voice.”
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “So precious and sweet. The Bible says that you are a new creature in Christ and that the old things have passed away. Believe in His word Trina. You are cleansed and made whole by the blood of Jesus. A new creature. A new woman. I love you.”
He continued to stroke her body, speaking softly; sweet words of faith and hope, of love and desire, determined that when he left she would be assured of the depth of his feelings. When he moved to unbutton her blouse, she stopped him with a firm hand.
“Will you marry me in the church?” she asked, her eyes wide and pleading. Trina saw the hope and joy flare in his eyes and her heart skipped a beat.
Scott smiled and brushed his lips over hers. “Honey, I’ll marry you barefoot on the bayou if that’s what you want. Just name the date and time.”
“Can we wait until our wedding night to make love?”
He gently removed his hand from her grip and tugged the buttons of her blouse open. “No,” his voice was soft. “I intend to make love to you every chance I get.”
At her look of wide-eyed surprise, he chuckled, nuzzling her cheek and teasing her ear with his mouth.
“Lovemaking is more than sex, Kitten, so much more than the joining of bodies. Lovemaking is a connecting of hearts.” He traced hers with his finger and felt her tremble beneath his touch. He caressed the silky flesh of her slim throat. His fingers moved over the smooth skin of her cheek to tuck her hair behind her ear.
“It’s a meeting of minds and a touching of souls,” he whispered, while pressing feathery kisses across her face. Once again he locked his gaze with hers.
“By the time our wedding night arrives and we complete the physical act of joining of our bodies, you will know that you are truly and deeply loved,” he vowed. “Completely and unconditionally.”
Trina heard his sharp intake of breath when his gaze left hers to travel the length of her.
Scott’s breath backed up in his lungs. She lay before him like a feast. He could feel her need; see it in the dark depths of her eyes and in the faint flush just beneath her skin, turning her complexion a rosy pink. His mouth watered for the taste of her silky flesh. His senses leapt in response to the depth of her desire, desire evident in the throbbing pulse at her throat and the slight trembling of her body. His control slipped dangerously.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice so thick he could barely get the words past his raw throat.
“I love you so much.” He caressed the length of her with a shaking hand, down her throat, over her chest, across the taut muscles of her abdomen. Her soft moan of pleasure nearly broke the tenuous hold he had on his control. Scott buried his face in her hair with a groan, and prayed to God for the strength to stop now, determined to do as she asked and wait until after the wedding to consummate their love.
The fire in his eyes and the heat of his touch seared the remaining shreds of doubt and fear in Katrina’s heart. Her hands trembled when she ran them up his strong arms, across his broad shoulders and buried them in the silky thickness of his black hair.
“I love you,” she whispered, a heartbeat before her lips covered his in a tender caress.
Scott knew he’d finally won. The relief was so overwhelming he could have wept. Holding her tight against his chest, he rolled over, pulling her atop his long frame. Sinking his fingers in her hair, he buried his lips on hers for a long, sensuous taste of her sweetness. Drawing on the last shred of self-control he possessed, Scott ended the kiss and buried her face in his chest. “We have to stop this, Katrina. Now. Before there’s no stopping.”
The agony in his voice made her giggle. Never had she been wanted with such sweet desperation. The thought filled her with joy. She sat up and ran her hands over the taut muscles of his firm chest. “What if I don’t want to stop?”
Scott ground his teeth in frustration. “Jesus Christ, don’t say that.” She looked like a little girl who had just discovered a hidden cache of sweets; innocence combined with pure, sensual pleasure. His hands fisted in the folds of her blouse. “Lord, help me,” he groaned.
Trina laughed, raising her arms overhead. She closed her eyes with a deep sigh. “I feel brand new,” she said in a soft, tremulous voice.
In one swift movement Scott rolled her over, pinning her beneath him. “You are brand new, Kitten.” He chuckled and tugged her blouse closed, concealing that luscious body from his view. “And you’re all mine,” he assured in a husky whisper.