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she didn’t say a word, and neither did
he.   She simply pushed open the screen
door, and let him back in.
    “Hey,” he said.
    “Hey,” she said.  
    And then they just stood there.
    John’s heart was pounding as he stood in her living
room.   And when she walked away and went
back to picking up the pieces of the broken lamp, as if she understood fully
why he had come back, he began moving around the room.   He picked up a book off of the coffee table
and glanced at the writing on its spine.   Stared briefly at an African print on her wall.   But it was all camouflage and he knew
it.   Because it was Shay Turner that he
wanted, and nothing less was going to do.  
    So he kept moving until he made his way to the
dining area where she was just reaching for the base of the lamp.   He stood behind her, and removed the base
from her hand, sitting it on the dining room table.   There was such a sense of inevitability about
this moment that it stumped them both.   And electrified them both.
    John placed his hands on her small arms and began
to rub.   Shay closed her eyes and enjoyed
his masculine touch.   And when he sat
down in the chair at the head of the table, moving her body with him until she
was standing between his legs again, her ass in his face again, the
anticipation of what he was going to do to her suddenly had her aching for his
touch.  
    She turned and faced him.   “Why did you come back?” she asked.
    “I came back to be with you, Shay,” he said.   “I want to see you, and feel you, and be with you.   If that’s okay with you?”
    Shay was getting hot just from his presence alone,
and he was asking if it was okay with her?
    “Is it, Shay?” he asked again.   “Is it okay,” he asked as he slowly began to
pull down her shorts and panties, “if I touch you?”
    “It’s okay,” she said almost breathlessly as he
slowly turned her back around.   She felt
his fingers slink her clothes down and completely expose her ass.   Only this time he kept pulling until her
shorts and panties were all the way down to her ankles.
    And he touched her.   Shay closed her eyes as soon as she felt his warm, opened hand cruise
across her un-bruised cheek.  
    “I knew you would be soft,” John said as he rubbed
her, lust in his eyes.   “I knew you would
have the texture of velvet when I touched you.”  
    Then he looked at her bruised cheek.   His jaw tightened once again at just the
thought of that asshole Resden beating on her without regard to her
delicacy.   He wanted to tell her how
sorry he was that something like this had to happen to her, but he felt
compelled to show her rather than tell her.   He therefore pulled her closer, and kissed her on her bruises.
    Shay was at first startled when she felt the
wetness of his lips on her.   Because she
thought it would hurt.   She even moved to
turn around she was so startled, but he had her small body so enclosed in his
big arms that she couldn’t move at all.   And then, as he continued to kiss her, as she continued to feel the
impalement of his lips pressing into her, she didn’t want to move at all.   Because it felt comforting.   Because his heat was taking
the heat out of those bruises.   His power was removing the power of the pain.   She leaned into him.
    He caressed her bruises with his tongue, licking
over each welt, slowly and gently and expertly.   His heart was pounding and his cock was throbbing.   He’d never done anything like this in his
life.   Hell yeah it was crazy.   Hell yeah it didn’t make sense on any
level!   He’d only just met this woman and
he was kissing her ass?   If anyone would
have told him when   he took the call and
came to this little yellow house on Bluestone Road that he’d be doing something
remotely resembling what he was doing now, he would have kicked their ass,
forget kissing it.
    But he was kissing hers.   And licking hers.   And caressing every crevice
of her tight, round