A tingle of pleasure ran through me, and I gazed into her eyes. Her expression was tender yet eager.Her fingers pressed harder on my neck, guiding my ...ager mouth to her bare breast. It was reassuring and gratifying that she wanted me as badly as I needed her. My lips met her nipple and I nuzzled it."Take it in your mouth, James. Be greedy and suck it, love!" she whispered.Again she could easily have spoken the words quietly rather than whisper, and still not be overheard outside, of course. But. She could see the confusion in his face, and suddenly she realized something about Pete that she could never have prepared herself for. She realized that Pete, this poor, shy, quiet, wonderful boy, who had saved her from her worst fear coming back to life, was so accustomed to pain, that he didn’t even notice the bruises that now covered his cheeks and jaw. Her heart broke, and she had to fight off tears, knowing they would only confuse Pete even more. “Peter, your face is covered in bruises! I. Bobby, bored now that the fascination had worn off, sat by the window watching the countryside rush past. He should have been more excited, he was traveling half way across the country. Instead, he was feeling very sad, scared and lonely. His only company was the woman that sat next to him, a woman he didn't know and didn't much like. It was only two days ago that he had stood under the big elm tree as the wind rustled the leaves overhead. He stood there in the cemetery and listened to the . Liam felt so good inside me. He went to bury his face in my neck. I stopped him.‘I want to look at you,’ I whispered.He smiled, he gasped, he held my gaze then he closed his eyes. I didn’t mind that, I just wanted to watch him come, I wanted to see that smile erupt. I knew he’d open them again at the critical moment.There was a rattle at the door. We stopped dead. Liam’s eyes shot open. This was not the critical moment I had been thinking of and there was no smile, just a look of horror.‘Shit,’.