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that’s a pretty unique testimonial you just gave me. Can I
print it on my business card?”
    The
musical lilt to her voice really did soothe him, and he wished that well-being
to last.
    “No, but
I’ll give you an even better endorsement if you like.”
    He took
her hand and slipped it between the sheet and quilt so she’d feel how her
lingering caresses had roused his need to make love to her again.
    “I need you.”
And he meant this on so many levels.
    Her eyes
softened in understanding. She pushed him back on the pillow and leaned over
him to read his face. Her tongue grazed the stubble on his jaw and followed a
jagged path to his ear. Blood raced to his groin when she bent to pleasure him.
Watching her like that, she looked far from vulnerable. She had power – power
to fill him with need and want and to bring him to the brink with the slightest
touch.
    He had to
stop her and pull her up to him. She straddled him, brought her torso flush
against his. Without breaking eye contact she kissed him passionately,
communicating to him that everything he’d said, every emotion he felt, was
important to her.
    She sat up, her hands clasped with his, and took him all inside her.
    “ Melita ...”
    Palms flat
against his chest, she rocked above him, neither slow nor fast, while their
eyes held – a sultry enchantress, fair and soft and feminine. As his senses
responded he became a little more enthralled with her, a little more
infatuated. His hands clasped her rounded hips, steady and possessive.
    He couldn’t let her go.
    When her
gaze unfocused, he knew she was at pleasure’s door. She picked up her pace and
threw her head back. Alex gripped her tighter. When she fell apart in his arms,
he immortalized that moment in his brain.
    Only when
he heard her cry did he unbolt the heavy door of his mind and let go, allowed himself to go to a plane where he could never feel pain.
    Before he
drifted off, it occurred to him that he hadn’t used protection. That had never
happened to him. He should have felt horrified, but he wasn’t.
    No, he couldn’t let her go.
    ***
    When Melita woke up the roosters crooned in the neighbouring
fields, to hail a new day. The first threads of light had already woven
themselves in the black sky. She retrieved her mobile from the nightstand and
looked at the time. Five fifteen AM.
    The night
would be over soon. Alex’s even breathing calmed her and brought to mind the
conversation they’d had about their lives and their work. While he
systematically emptied an entire tray of its contents, Alex had told her about Brushstrokes, his family’s business, and
a name she recognized. She told him about her practice and how she craved a
bigger challenge at this point in her life.
    “Where
does all that food go?” she marvelled at the size of his appetite.
    “Hey, a
man needs his strength,” he quipped.
    Then they
made love again with this new awareness of each other. After they’d shared
their deepest, darkest secrets, it wasn’t worth even talking about what would
happen after the present. Their connection couldn’t be denied. Yesterday, the
date of their meeting, was the link that bound them –
one that would bind them forever, whether they wanted it to or not.
    It was
fate that had brought them together for they’d both made the right choice, at
the right time. What was it they called such a thing? Happenstance…
    That was
the word, which led to a wild thought sneaking into her head.
    She turned
to catch a clouded glimpse of Alex, who slept peacefully, spoon fashion, behind
her, his arm circled protectively around her middle. In the dimness, he looked much
more like a shadow cloaked over her.
    What they
just did, the pleasure they shared, she fancied a communion of their psychic
energies. Perhaps the past they shared had made it all the more special, even
before they’d made the connection on a conscious level. It was possible that
their fused energies – again, in the right place, at