Love Me

Episode 9

‘You’re heavy, David, you’re hurting me,’ Kelly told him, not entirely

truthfully, as she tried to bury herself in the night’s cloaking shadows, but it was

too late and she could see from the sudden narrowing of his gaze as it followed

the action of her hand that he realised, as she had just done herself, that her

wretched T-shirt had ridden up far enough to expose the lower curve of her

breasts.

The last thing, the very last thing she wanted was for David to study her body in

any way at all, so why...why, the moment his gaze fell to her breasts, did they

suddenly decide to react to his presence by swelling and firming, her n*****s

sensually flaunting peaks of explicit womanhood?

‘You’re not wearing a bra...’

‘Thank you, David, but I am already aware of that fact,’ Kelly snapped at him

through gritted teeth, her face hot with colour as she tried to reach the edge of

her T-shirt to tug it down. But before she could do so David forestalled her, his

own fingers curling round the thin white fabric.

Kelly was in no doubt that David did intend to pull it down to cover her breasts.

She could read his intentions quite plainly in his eyes. So how on earth what

happened next did happen she was at a complete loss to know.

She moved, and so did David’s hand. Kelly froze tensely as she felt his

knuckles brush the underside of her breasts; immediately she made an awkward

lunging movement away from his touch, forgetting that David had hold of the edge

of her T-shirt. As she moved David tugged and then Kelly tugged back and David

let go.

Kelly wasn’t sure which of them it was that made the small hissing sound,

expelling their breath as her T-shirt, Hanah added to the cotton to ensure its

smooth neat fit, reacted automatically to their tugging action and shot upwards,

fully exposing her naked breasts. Kelly heard David curse and then saw him go very still; motionless herself,

Kelly waited. The sensation of David’s hand gently cupping her naked breast

made her close her eyes in self-defence as she tried to stem the rapture that

flooded through her. It wasn’t just what he was doing, it was the fact that she had

once longed for him to touch her, to hold her like this so very, very much, and it

was as though all that long-ago feeling and all that long-ago need had suddenly

risen up inside her.

David...’ She heard herself whisper his name, but the hands she put out to him

were there to hold him, not to push him away, and as she felt him lower himself

slowly against her again the shudder that ran through her was one of desire and

not rejection.

Very slowly and gently his fingertips stroked her breasts, shaping them,

exploring them. The night air felt velvet soft and sensual against them but

nowhere near as soft nor as sensual as David’s hands.

Carefully he caressed her and she could see the fierce gleam in his eyes as he

looked briefly into hers and then he was bending his head towards her, kissing

her with a fierce, passionate intensity that left her totally defenceless. Helplessly

she opened her mouth to the hungry demand of his, making a tiny soft keening

sound deep in her throat as she responded and matched his passion.

There was something earthy, primitive, inevitable and unstoppable about what

was happening. A soft breeze whispered through the trees bordering the gravel

and hypersensitively Kelly heard it, felt its warmth against her skin. The rough

cloth of David’s shirt teased her breasts, making her ache for the feel of his hands

against them again. His hands...his mouth... She heard him groan, his fingers

biting into her skin as he drew her close, so close that she could feel the hard,

aroused pulse of his body. Instinctively her own rose up as though seeking even

closer contact with him. His mouth burned hotly against her throat as he kissed

it, his head moving lower and lower still until she could feel its demanding heat

against her breast.

Kelly whispered in need, arching up towards him, almost sobbing in relief as

his mouth finally closed over her n****e, caressing it gently, his tongue laving it

and then flicking erotically against it before he started to suck on it with a

rhythmic urgency that echoed the pulsing heat of his arousal.

Once, long ago, she had dreamt of David wanting her like this, needing her like

this, all aching, fierce, demanding male passion. Tiny shock waves of desire

were flooding sensuously through her, she wanted him so badly; eagerly she

drew him closer and then froze as somewhere in the woods a fox screamed noisily to the moon.

David too tensed, lifting his mouth from her body as he turned his head in the

direction of the noise.

Suddenly, abruptly, protected no longer by the heat of his passion nor the

warmth of his body, Kelly realised what she was doing. The gravel of the drive

which previously she had not even noticed pressed sharply into her skin, and her

face flushed with mortification as she realised how she must look, how she must

seem to David, so pathetically eager for his kisses, for him, that she...

‘Don’t touch me,’ she warned him shakily as she yanked down her top and

struggled to her feet. ‘I feel sorry for your...for Micky...if all it takes to make you

unfaithful to her is...’

‘You?’ David supplied tersely for her.

Kelly’s flush deepened, pain filling her body as she turned away from him so

that he wouldn’t see how much he was hurting her.

‘We both know that what just happened had nothing to do with... That it

wasn’t me... I could have been anyone. My body could have been anyone’s. You

were.

So turned on by the sight of your semi-naked breasts that I couldn’t resist

seeing if they felt and tasted as good as they looked,’David told her softly. ‘You

forget, Kelly... I’ve seen them before, and not just seen them but—’

‘Stop it, stop it,’ Kelly begged him, instinctively placing her hands over her

ears to blot out the sound of his taunting words. That was the last thing she

wanted to be reminded about now...the very last... Tears blurred her vision.

Frantically she blinked them away; she wasn’t going to let David see her crying...

No way...

She made her way towards the Discovery whilst David watched her

broodingly. What the hell could he say to her? She had every right to be

furiously angry with him. That gibe about Ricky had been uncalled for, though.

Ricky wasn’t his love...he didn’t have a love... There was no relationship, no

commitment in his life...unlike her.

Did she respond to Nichole the same way she had to him, with that aching,

intoxicating blend of female need and almost out-of-control hunger?

David closed his eyes as he heard Kelly start the engine of her car.

He had made his fair share of mistakes in his life and had his due portion of

regrets, but there was nothing he regretted more than... He swallowed and looked

out into the darkness. He hadn’t needed what had happened tonight to tell him

that there was unfinished business between him and Kelly. As he started to walk towards where he had left his car the fierce male ache in

his body made him clench his teeth. Right now there was nothing, nothing, he

wanted more than to finish what they had started. Nothing he wanted more and

no one he could have less.

Kelly’s body might still be responsive to him, but Kelly herself hated him.

He knew that. She had told him so often enough.

‘Jayne’s the man I love,’ she had said, throwing the words at him like

weapons, and he, too furious, too jealous to respond, had simply walked away

without explaining to her that she was a wealthy man’s daughter and he might

have nothing, but at least, unlike her precious Jayne, he genuinely cared about

her, hadn’t just been using her!

He had spent the next two days searching from top to bottom for her,

but by then it was too late—she had disappeared. The next time he had seen her

she had been with the band of New Age travellers who had invaded Jack’s land,

quite plainly enjoying flaunting her relationship with its leader in front of him.

‘What’s wrong?’ she had taunted him. ‘You didn’t want me...you told me so

and you were right, David, you’re not the one for me...not very much of a man at

all compared with Jayne,’ she had purred with a sensuously knowing look that

had made him feel as if someone was ripping out his guts.

‘She and Jayne seem to be lovers,’ Jack had confided to him unhappily, and

now another man had taken over that role in her life, that place in her bed, and

he had no right...

Helplessly he stared at the stars. Why the hell had he done it, given in to the

temptation to resurrect for himself all the old ghosts, all the old pain? Hadn’t he

already spent enough nights lying alone in his bed, aching for her, wanting her?

Perhaps Jack was right; perhaps it was time that he looked around for a

woman to settle down with, and perhaps once this business was finished and

Kelly was finally out of his life that was exactly what he would do... Perhaps. Kelly frowned as she started to double-check what she had just been reading.