Ill Take Forever

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    Clearing the dishes away at the end of the meal, she reached across him to pick up his glass, knowing the opened shirt revealed the dark shadow between her breasts.
    His fist crashing down on the table startled her. She stood up and looked at him surprise.
    'What the hell are you playing at now, Jenny?' His look raked over her. 'Since when have you become a damn tease?'
    'Don't swear,' she said, looking down at the dish in her hand. Was that how it looked to him? She was suddenly embarrassed, ashamed.
    'I'll talk however I want, dammit!' Kyle rose, towering over her. Reaching out, he wrenched the dishes from her hand, flinging them on the table. Taking her wrist in a none-too-gentle grasp, he pulled her from the room.
    'Let me go. Don't!' Jenny protested as she was dragged down the hall, and then up the stairs. Fear began to make itself felt. 'Kyle, I'm sorry. Let me go.'
    'Like hell, I will,' he growled out. Kicking open his door, he dragged Jenny into his room and slammed the door behind them.
    'Kyle,' she began, but was stopped when he went to sit on the bed and pulled her down on top of him, his mouth shutting hers, stopping all protest.
    This was what she wanted, wasn't it? Her senses clamored for more as his hands were hard against her, holding her to him on the bed, drawing her very soul with his kiss.
    When he rolled her over on her back, Jenny felt as if she had been jolted with volts of electricity. She grew hot as his mouth moved against hers, as his hard hands gentled a little, slipping to the buttons of her blouse and finishing the unfastening she had begun.
    The touch of his warm fingers on her soft skin trailed fire on her already overheated body. She could feel her breasts fill with desire, harden to his touch, her nipples thrusting against the lacy bra. With a quick movement, he had unfastened that article of clothing, drawing it from her, freeing her to his gaze, to his touch.
    His eyes darkened to black velvet, as he looked at her, raising his eyes to her gaze, his hand cupping her breasts, gently caressing their fullness.
    'You're as pretty as I thought you'd be,' he said in a throaty growl.
    She smiled shyly, pleased beyond everything that he thought so, that he had said so.
    Desire rose in Jenny, but she wanted him to know, 'Kyle, I wasn't being a tease.'
    'Last night no, tonight yes?' he said, as her fingers unbuttoned his shirt, spreading the material so his chest could lie against hers.
    She nodded, emotions so full she could barely breath. 'Kiss me. Please,' she whispered.
    His eyes flared before he covered her mouth with his, his chest warm and hard against hers, his fingers trailing flames of desire and longing along her skin, her ribs, to her stomach.
    The distant sound of the telephone gradually penetrated.
    'Let it ring,' Kyle said against her throat, his hot lips moving against her skin, moving now to her ear, gently nibbling the lobe, his tongue teasing, tasting, moving on.
    'That reminds me,' Jenny said guiltily. 'Jason Sperry called earlier, he has some information you want. He said to call him back.'
    Kyle went still, then slowly sat up.
    'Blast, that might be him now. I'd better get it.'
    With a regretful look at Jenny, he swiftly rose and crossed the room, flinging open the door.
    Jenny could hear him running down the stairs, and answering the phone.
    As the soft drone of his conversation continued, she surmised it was Jason calling again. She should have told Kyle when he first came in. Then they would not have been interrupted.
    She drew her shirt across her. She was cool without Kyle's hot body to warm her. As she lay there her eyes drifted around the room. It was twilight, soon to be night. She could make out the dresser, the open wardrobe door, revealing his clothes. The lamp by the bed, his travel clock. Then her eyes found the photograph.
    Trying to focus on it, Jenny raised up on her arm, reaching for it. She switched on the lamp to see better, and her heart sank as she saw the lovely blonde girl, dressed in jeans and a casual blue shirt, smiling gaily back at her.
    Scribbled across the bottom of the photograph were the words For Kyle, Love Always, Cindy.
    Jenny stared at the face: alive, vibrant, her smile so radiant. Who was Cindy? Why was her picture on Kyle's dresser? Why indeed, unless she was his girl.
    Or his wife.
    For a long time, Jenny looked at Cindy, almost unaware of the thoughts churning in her head. What, after all, did she know about Kyle Martin? She