everything with a curtain of rain. She was soaked almost immediately. She looked back and realised how far she’d wandered from the house – it was only a speck far down the shore line. She held her arms and shivered. Lightning started playing across the sky, and through the deafening cracks she heard someone calling. She turned around, straining to see through the rain. A short distance away, under an overhang created by rocks against the rise of the dunes she could make out a shadowed figure waving at her. She hesitated for a second but after another bolt flashed, followed by a loud crack, she ran to the shelter.
She exclaimed loudly when she was out of the rain and shook her hands.
“Thank you, I have no idea where that came from,” she shouted above the roar of the storm.
“No problem, you should keep a close eye on the weather down here.”
“I’m Natasha.
“Martin.”
He was tall and skinny. He had sharp features and a hard expression, and piercing green eyes that stormed furiously along with the weather. His manner was calm though, and he smiled at her when she shook his hand.
“I haven’t seen you around here.”
“I haven’t been here before, I’m here with my boyfriend - he’s down for work.”
“And who is he?”
“Ethan Houle.”
“I haven’t heard of him. Chances are I’ll recognise his face though.”
“He’s in law.”
“Ah, that would be why. I’m in construction. Travel all over the place for it but I’ve been stuck on a project here for the past couple of months.”
They talked as best they could through the volume of the weather. It turned out that his offices were close to where Tash lived, and when the storm finally died down they’d agreed that if they ran into each other back home, they would have coffee.
Natasha walked back to the house as soon as the rain allowed her, and she dried herself down.
She heard the car out front and ran to the door, her bare feet thudding on the plank floors. The salty sea win greeted her as she pulled the door open, followed by Ethan with a brown paper packet. He kissed her.
"How was work? She asked after he let her go.
"Fine. just had to sort a few things out. I’m sorry it took so long. I got caught in the storm it was impossible to drive. I'm all yours now."
She smiled.
"What are we going to do?"
"Well... I've been thinking about you all morning." His eyes had turned dark and he looked at her seductively. Then he pulled her close to him and kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck, getting lost in him, and before she knew it he was carrying her to the bedroom. They collapsed onto the bed and he was all over her, kissing her and running his hands over her body, making her legs go weak and forcing her breath out in quick bursts.
She pushed against his chest with her hands but he was kissing her neck and through his kisses he mumbled "don't worry babe, I know."
She relaxed. He wasn't going to ask her to sleep with him again.
He caressed her and held her close. Then he slipped his hand under her shirt and undid her bra. She stopped, startled.
"What are you doing?"
"Just because we're not going to sleep together doesn't mean we can't have some fun."
"But it's dangerous; we're just looking for trouble now."
"Come on, we'll stop before anything happens. It won't be bad. Trust me."
He looked at her. How could she not trust him? She loved him. And of course she should trust him.
She hesitated for a moment. But then he started kissing her again, holding her close and not doing anything else and she started to relax. The kisses got deeper, their bodies pushed closer and his hands were starting to roam again. Every time she started to tense up he murmured that it was okay, or whispered for her to trust him.
He slipped his hands down again and started undoing his pants.
"Ethan?" He was starting to scare her.
"Just trust me babe, it will be okay. You're beautiful."
His voice was soft and warm, reassuring. She