Waves of Passion (Wild Women Trilogy Book #1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

her tears, reaching to stroke my face between her palms. "These are happy tears." She insisted as her hips moved against mine and a sharp spike of pleasure shot through me as I felt her tighten around me.
     
    "Oh God, Amber you feel so good," I sighed as I began to move with her. My past experiences with Becky had been so entirely different than what I was experiencing with Amber. With Becky, it was always fucking, with little emotion involved. We gave each other pleasure, but it was nothing compared to what Amber gave me. We made love, slow and exquisite, over and over and I couldn't get enough of her that night or any night after.
     
    That first night we spent together was one of the most amazing nights of my life and it was the first of many. We were together for nearly four years when I lost my darling Amber, only one year after I had proposed and she had accepted. We were waiting for her to finish college, but we never made it to the altar. Her death was a horrific and sudden one and I have never gotten over it.
     
    I will never forget the night her father came to tell me. He stood at our front door in the middle of the night; no expression, no color in his face and his eyes with no soul, I knew something was terribly wrong-- he was the picture of a broken man.
     
    He held onto the doorframe as if it was the only thing in the world that could hold him upright, “Seth … there's been an accident … Amber's been…” he faltered in his delivery, “She's been killed.”
     
    I heard someone shouting and then realized it was me. “Noooo!” I cried as my mother held me. The room started to spin and my breath was labored, I ached to wake up from the horrendous nightmare that had suddenly become my life.
     
    Amber's father looked down at the floor. “It was an accident, a drunk driver ran her off the road.”
    The driver was Trey Haughton and that night I wanted nothing more than the opportunity to wrap my hands around his throat. He was still paying for his crime, although whatever amount of time he spent in prison would never compensate for my Amber's life.  
    She had gone to town that night for her weekly yoga class which she always rode to and from on her bike, for extra exercise. I'd been so over protective of her on this, ensuring that her bike was road worthy and contained all the relevant lights and safety equipment but it hadn't been enough to save her from Trey.
     
    I was furious in that first instant when I found out. “It was hardly a fucking accident if he was drunk?” I accused her father as if placing the blame on him would make it hurt any less.
     
    My mother was visibly shocked by my choice of language, it came from nowhere if truth be told but I was in shock, I think my mother sensed that as she didn't berate me for my poor language.
     
    “I know son but it's irrelevant to what the outcome is.” Her father's lip began to tremble and I knew I shouldn't take my anguish out on him. He was a broken man and I could relate to that, I had to put my feelings of anger aside and allow his grief to manifest naturally.
     
    I cannot begin to explain what a void that night left me with, my beautiful Amber; I would never see her again. Nevertheless, I did see her again, every night in my dreams. I played our first night together over and over in my mind, trying earnestly not to forget her face. Like a painful break up there were songs that reminded me of her when they played soulfully on the radio, I wanted to reach out and turn them off but I couldn't. In a sick way, I wanted to forget her but I felt a rise of panic in my throat to think I could ever truly forget my darling Amber.
     
    In the years that passed after that night, there was never a single day that I didn't think about her, I sometimes became overcome with hysteria that I was losing sight of her memory. I would have to get the photo albums out of my mother's dresser to remind me of Amber's beauty but then I would realize it was forever