CHAPTER 20
Sunday, after Mass, Sheridan and Michael drove away, glad to have visited, but even happier to head home.
They behaved at first, bringing their luggage up from the car and even attempting to unpack it. But then, Sheridan brushed up against Michael's back, carrying a pile of folded sweaters. He turned, lightning-quick, and grabbed her, tumbling the garments to the floor. He had her on the bed in a moment.
His rapid movement startled her, but as he lifted her sweater over her head and began caressing her breasts, she decided to go with it. After all, it was what she wanted as well.
She nipped at his lips while she opened his buttons and tugged his shirt away from his skin.
They ground their bodies against each other, loving the intimate feeling of being as close as they wante
