9781618857293WhisperSweetNothingsHunter (2 page)

 
"I think you are just
saying that to keep me on the line."

 
She smiled. "No, this
really
is my first time. I'll make you a
deal. We take this one-step at a time…
together.
How does that sound?"

There was a moment of silence and she thought she'd lost
him. Her heart sank.

 
"That sounds fine."

 
"So tell me…what is it
you were looking for when you called me tonight?"

 
"I…I'm not sure. It's
been a long time, ma'am, since I have..." He paused again and she could
feel his uncertainty.

 
"Sam…why
don't we start with you calling me Sherry?
It's much more personal and...
intimate
."
That wasn't in the script, but it seemed to her the right thing to say.

 
"Sherry
. That's a nice name. And your voice…it's very rich.
Smooth. Do you sing?"

She laughed. 
"Only in the
shower."

"That's too bad. I think you could really do something
with that voice."

She
was
doing
something with that voice, she thought to herself before stamping down any
feelings of derision she had about her choice of employment.

"Thank you. I
have
thought about it from time to time, but the truth is I'm too shy to actually sing
in front of people."

There was an odd moment of silence and then she realized
how silly that sounded considering what she was doing here and now. She laughed.

"I figured you'd get it," he quipped.

 
"You're funny, Sam. Listen
hon
…I'm here for
you
tonight. What do
you
want?"
She urged gently, hoping he would open up to her.

 
"I don't know. I've
never done anything like this before. My buddies set this up for me...sort of a
going away present. 
Afghanistan
.
And they thought it might help me get over...well..."

 
She heard the heartache in
his voice; she could almost
feel
it
and knew it well. "Can I ask what happened?"

"I'm not sure really. I thought everything was going
just fine and then she sent me a
Dear Sam
letter. Well, she emailed me a
Dear Sam
letter."

 
"Ouch. I'm sorry about
that. What a cowardly way to break up with someone," she remarked, unable
to keep the disdain from her voice. "I know I don't know you, but I can
read people fairly well and you seem like a good, sweet man who was hurt
by a foolish, thoughtless woman. Maybe it's easier said than done, but let
it go…don't take this with you."

He was quiet and she hoped she hadn't offended him. Who did
she think she was—
Dear Sherry
?
 
Yet she sensed he would need all his
sensibilities about him for the journey ahead. "Are you okay? I'm sorry if
I offended you."

"No, no…really, it's all right. That's what everyone
has been telling me but…it's hard."

"I know…believe me."
 
She knew all too well, painful memories
threatening her composure. She should change the subject. "Tell me...do
you like the outdoors?"

 
"Yeah, I love it outside."

"Me too.
What else do you like?"

"Hiking and camping.
A little fishing.
I've always
wanted to make my way across
Alaska
, you know,
the
real
Alaska
. And I like writing.
Don't laugh
, but I wanted to be a writer when I grew up."

She caught her breath at the synchronicity of his reply.
"I would never laugh but…wow, that's weird. I always pictured myself writing
songs against the backdrop of
New Mexico
or the
wilds of
Alaska
."

"Then why are you doing
this
?" he asked.

Ouch
.
"Real life.
Sometimes it takes
us to places we didn't expect or puts our dreams on hold, but my grandmother is
always telling me to
never
give up on
my dreams. I have no intention of doing so and you shouldn't give up on yours
either."

Damn Sarah. Way
too much information and not even close to finding a way into any script they
have here.
Groaning inwardly, she
refocused on the task at hand.

"So here's to our dreams, Sherry."

"Here's to our dreams. Now let's get back to tonight
and
you
. What if I told you that we
were lying together on a blanket near a creek, underneath the stars having
a late night picnic…would you like that?"

 
"I'd be a fool not to.
You're a romantic then?" he asked almost hopefully.

"Guilty."

"Me too."

"Put your arms around me, Sam. Hold me tight."

"Done."

"Hmmm…that's nice. Are you ready to give this a try?"

He started to answer, then went quiet. "I'm not sure
what to do."

"Leave that up to me. Are you somewhere where you can
get comfortable, if you know what I mean," she asked and heard his breath
catch.

"What? Oh. Give me a minute?"

"I'll be waiting," she assured him as she sat
back drawing in a deep, relaxing breath. She could do this. She
had
to do this. Strangely enough, she
found she almost wanted to do this with
him
.

"I'm back."

"Okay…now close your eyes and just relax. Take nice long,
deep breaths and listen to my voice. Jump in wherever you want to. If I wanted
to go skinny-dipping, would you join me?"

 
He laughed out loud.
"Hell yeah."

 
"Then what are we waiting
for...let's do it!
 
Help me get undressed."

 
"What are you wearing?"

 
"A little sleeveless dress...soft
and flowing...the color of moonlight," she suggested, wondering what he
really liked.

 
"Nice. How are you
wearing your hair?"

 
"My hair is up...for
now. Long chestnut hair with a few loose strands falling against my neck."

 
"And what color are
your eyes?" he asked tentatively.

 
"Green.
And yours?"

 
"Blue. And my hair…what's
left of it before they…well, it's black."

 
Hearing the change in his
voice, she assumed he was nervous about going to
Afghanistan
. "Don't think
about anything else but
us
for now.
Get lost with
me
, okay?"

"Okay."

"I can
see
you,
Sam. You're one handsome man and you look
very
sexy in the moonlight. Reach down and lift my dress up and over my head."

"What are you wearing underneath?" he asked a bit
shyly.

"
Nothing,
"
she teased.

He laughed and she described her body to him, giving him
details, but leaving some things to the imagination…
his
imagination. She waited a moment before she asked if he was
done.

"No, not yet.
Admiring you in the moonlight."

She smiled, a little shiver coursing through her. He was
coming along now and the realization she had something to do with helping him
made her feel better about this.

"Your turn, Sam.
Will you undress for me?
 
I want to watch," she stated in a sultry tone, asking him to
describe to her what he looked like.

She closed her eyes, imagined him standing naked before her
beneath a full moon and told him as much. "Give me your hand," she
encouraged before following with details of them running down to the creek,
hand in hand, diving into the warm water, the image beginning to take shape in
her
own
mind as she chose words to paint a vivid picture for him.

"
Mmm
…the water is a lot
warmer than I thought it would be. Come here…wrap your arms around me,"
she asked, her voice a little softer now. She described the feel of water
lapping around their naked bodies, the sensations those tiny waves were
stirring within her, and the feel of his arms around her.

"My breasts feel good pressed against your chest…every
time you move against them, you stir up a little bit of heat down there,"
she confessed as she actually felt a frisson of desire move through her.

"Kiss me, Sam…please," she urged him, her voice a
little deeper now. "Imagine your mouth moving over mine...my lips are soft
and full and parted ever so slightly inviting you to kiss me a little deeper...yes,
like that...I taste like chocolate and strawberries…hmmm," she sighed
wistfully.

"Can you feel my hands moving over your back and around
your waist…down around your…oh, nice ass...
love
those dimples, Sam," she teased and he laughed easily.

"Touch me…I want to feel your hands over my wet body.
It's all yours tonight…oh,
yesss
...that's it...tell
me where you are touching me."

"Up and down your arms…over your shoulders…across your
back…my fingers are skimming along the small of your back and…hmmm…
you
have a nice ass
too
, Sherry," he remarked and she chuckled.

"Indeed I do. What about my breasts...do you like
them
?"

"Yes...they are full and soft and fit in my hands very
nicely."

"Oh, I like what you are doing…squeezing and kneading
them…oh,
do
that
again…brush your thumbs over my
nipples."
 
She gasped in pleasure.

"Please…I want to feel your mouth over them. I want to
feel you licking my nipples…drawing them into your mouth…tugging and
teasing…even nipping them lightly. Oh, Sam…that's it…damn!" She let loose
a soft moan and nearly lifted her hand to her own breast before she realized
what she was doing.

"While you do that, you won't mind if I reach my hands
beneath the water and find your cock…the one that's been pressed hard against
me since we started kissing?" She continued her description of their
encounter.

"Hell no."

"Very nice, Sam.
I'm going wrap my hand around that beautiful cock and
stroke you…"

She heard him draw in a sharp breath and let loose a moan.
"Sherry, I want to make..." He hesitated and she knew he was nervous.

It was her job to guide him along if need be. Not sure
which way to go, she followed her instincts.
He seems like a gentleman and a romantic…play it a little safe unless
he leads somewhere else.

"Do you want to make love or are you more interested
in something else?"

"This is our first time, right? I would make love to
you. I want you."

"I want
you
too, all of you. Where, Sam?
 
Here in the
water or on shore, on that soft blanket beneath the stars?"

 
"The blanket..."

 
"Let's go then...I'll
race you there?" she quipped playfully, trying to ease his fears. "Oh,
hell...you beat me. I suppose you should get some kind of reward."

 
He laughed and she could
almost see his smile.

"What's my prize then?"

"When the time comes, you get to choose. Do you want
to be on top or shall I assume the position?" She nearly purred,
encouraged by the sound of his breath picking up.

 
"If you wouldn't mind,
I'd like you to be on top."

 
"I don't mind at all,"
she replied in a silky tone. "Sit down next to me," she asked gently.
"Will you take my hair down?  Run your fingers through it? It's soft
and silky...a little damp…oh, that feels good. Tell me what you want, Sam."

"If I wanted you to go down…" he hesitated, but
she knew exactly what he wanted.

"I’ll do anything you ask me to. Lie down next to me.
Imagine my hands moving over your damp skin…sliding over your hips as I settle
onto my knees between your legs, my long hair brushing across your inner thighs.
Mmmm
…you smell good. I can't wait to taste you, but
first I want to touch you. Damn, you are so hard. Does that feel good?"

"God, yes…don't stop."

"I won't. Only long enough to let my lips brush
against the head of your cock…stopping to taste that little drop of desire…you
do
taste good…you don't mind if I take a
little more, do you?"