Champagne Romance (Romance Novel) Read Online Free PDF

a forceful man
as a distant memory had jumped up from the past, intruded, and did
a repeat preview of an awful scenario from long ago. She wanted to
get over it. She needed to get over it.
    “ Are you a patient lover?”
    Slater froze, hoping this was an indication
that things were gaining momentum in his favor. At that moment he
would have said, “Yes” to any required positive answer.
    Swan’s red hair fanned around her face like a
halo. It blended into the fox fur making it difficult to
distinguish between the wild and the domesticated, much like the
white mate of the dark devil outside. In his haze, the analogy was
lost totally on Slater as well as the increased howling that had
begun to escalate into the wintry night. It should have alerted him
to the danger that was taking place outside the cozy one room
motel; however, because of the drama unfolding inside, Swan and
Slater were completely oblivious to the drama unfolding
outside.
    “ Make love to me.” Huh? Slater couldn’t
believe his ears. “Just be patient,” she said so softly that Slater
had lean closely to those luscious lips to hear the quiet
words.
    “ Babe,” he pulled her against his
muscular chest, “we have all the time in the world.”
    Slowly, Slater tipped Swan’s rose colored
lips to his. He was exhilarated that she was letting him taste her.
They were every bit as good as they looked. Reaching under the fox
fur for the warmth of male and female, his hand hovered over her
breasts letting her anticipate the pleasure that was to come. One
finger slowly lowered and began to circle her right nipple. He
continued this assault back and forth between her two breasts
before he got the response that he wanted. Then he proceeded to
introduce Swan into the addiction of worldly love in the cozy
cooler of the severed 707 tail. He persisted with his slow dance of
making love for the rest of the night. He was indeed a patient
lover. It wasn’t long before his coaxing and coaching urged Swan to
become an active participate. By morning, their lusty lovemaking
had escalated to steamy and sizzling as it threatened to melt their
icy igloo and turn their temporary tin tent to mush.
     

CHAPTER 10
     
    Slater was a happy camper. He smiled down at
his surprisingly passionate Red that had given to him the most
precious gift that any woman could give. That pleased him. It was
quite obvious that he had pleased her as well. More emotions were
jumping around inside him than had ever surfaced in his lifetime.
Fortunately, he didn’t have time to dwell and evaluate what he was
feeling.
    The sense of eminent danger made Slater’s
adrenaline jump to full throttle as his body jerked and he suddenly
took a giant leap to the hole in the window of their makeshift
shelter. He scanned the frozen tundra frowning. It was
mid-afternoon--a dark and gloomy day. What he saw outside on the
snowy landscape made him more than a little exasperated with
himself for underestimating his satanic enemy of the timber
wolf.
    While Slater was making love and glorifying
in his expertise as the great Romeo, the situation outside had
exacerbated to a high level of extreme danger---the black devil had
called in his troops much like the great General Patton. His
strategy plan was almost human in his execution.
    “ Son of a bitch!” Slater estimated the
wild troops to be approximately fifteen in number. They were
surrounded. Each canine predator was closing the circle and was
intent on devouring the prey inside the igloo. They reminded Slater
of Zulu warriors, not particularly in a big hurry, but enjoying the
thrill of making their intended victims squirm and anticipate their
death as they knew their quarry wasn’t going anywhere. Their
tactics also made it easier to catch a running prey, not that
Slater had any intention of trying to out run an animal capable of
the top speed of 40mph.
    Black Satan sat on tense hunches with his
deadly mate mystically at the top of the embankment and appeared