Music in the Night (Logan 4)

couldn't speak. Standing in front of me, Robert

unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, dropping it on the

chair. My fingers, as if they had minds of their own,

went to my blouse and, though trembling, undid each

button. Slowly, I took off my blouse and let it drop

beside Robert's shirt on the chair. He smiled and

stepped forward to kiss me, his hands moving behind

my back to undo my bra.

My heart pounded.

Robert undid his pants and sat on the bed to

take off his shoes and socks. I watched him with eyes

wide as he removed his pants and folded them over

the back of the chair.

The wind made the curtains dance and the

ocean outside roared against the beach, but all I really

heard was the thumping of my own heart.

I unzipped my skirt, slipped it down my legs and placed it over Robert's pants. Then I took off my sandals and he rose to embrace me. We kissed again, and again it was a long, demanding kiss that took our

breath away.

"Laura," he whispered.

I didn't look down, but I felt him move his

hands to his waist. I kept my eyes closed as he

stepped out of his briefs and then gently lowered my

panties. I stepped out of them as if I were stepping

gingerly into a warm bath.

For a long moment, we didn't touch, we didn't

move. It was as if we had brought each other to the

brink, to the cliff from which we could never turn

back once we stepped forward.

"You're the most beautiful woman in the world,

Laura. I love you so much, my heart aches." Wave after wave of warnings drifted over me,