The Beginning Of Rain In December Read Free

that was remote, removed and perfectly British. And she, for some strange reason she wanted to tell them the remembered details of her life, but had refrained, never feeling such an immediate connection to someone so soon. They had left the restaurant, went to view the stars at the University of Washington’s astronomy department, then he’d taken her for a private, closed door tour of the Seattle Aquarium and then they had visited a bar in downtown Seattle and she remembered having more wine and a little bit more and a little bit more.
     
    And then her memory stopped.
     
    She didn’t want to move, no matter, how horrible she felt at the position she now found herself in and no matter that this was the first man she had ever willingly laid with. The first male contact she had in twelve years. She was sure he had laughed at her inexperience, but couldn’t remember him doing such. She knew however, that men usually kicked the woman out after sex and she didn’t want to be embarrassed by him politely asking her to leave and she turned, as quiet as a mouse, trying to ease out of the large king size bed.
     
    “We didn’t have sex,” his voice interrupted her, even deeper due to sleep, a smile in his words.
     
    Rain blushed again, stilling instantly, her cheeks on fire as she tried valiantly to think of something to say, but in this, dealing with men, lovers, intimate details of the bedroom she was a novice, scared, frightened…usually. Obviously the wine had quieted all of her inhibitions and fears last night.
     
    “Oh,” she finally said, too embarrassed to meet his eyes and instead sat up with her back towards him, fingering the bottom of the hem of his shirt. Nervous and with butterflies in her stomach. “I don’t much remember last night, after we went to the bar downtown. I could say that I never drink and I never have sex and I am sure that you would highly doubt both but I don’t and I don’t know what else to say.”
     
    He was quiet for long moments until finally she turned, meeting his sleepy eyes, a smile upon his face. “I believe you,” he finally said. “You, I think you are a virgin, or you hadn’t made love to anyone for a very long time. You were quite nervous last night. It wasn’t right to try anything with you especially because you had a little too much to drink.”
     
    “Oh, did I make a fool of myself?” She asked quietly and in embarrassment.
     
    “No you didn’t. You were very talkative, however, but it mostly centered on Mark’s and Belle’s children.”
     
    She dropped her head in embarrassment and heard him chuckle.
     
    “Don’t be shy,” he said, sitting up in bed and pulling her towards him, as she politely averted her eyes, the sheet dropping low onto his lap. “You were beautiful and funny and your wall came crumbling down. I had fun. We watched a movie in bed and I gave you my shirt to wear to sleep. You said I could go to sleep in the nude but you put a barrier of pillows between the two of us. I have never been so politely rejected.”
     
    “I’m such an idiot,” she said, finding herself smiling nonetheless, glad that she hadn’t had sex with a near stranger on a first date, but also, there was an ache within her that wanted him to fill it, wanted to know his touch.
     
    “Far from it,” he said, his voice deeper, smiling at her as she became mesmerized by his beautiful eyes.
     
    She didn’t know if it was she who leaned closer to him or if it was him who pulled her closer to him only that their lips were touching, hers hesitant in curiosity and a burgeoning need, his in perfect masculinity but careful, as if with a doe, not wanting to frighten her away, she was so skittish. Afraid to live, afraid of anything except security and privacy.
     
    The kiss deepened, touching each other, low moans escaping from their mouths. He pulled her to the bed gently, not breaking their kiss and her arms slowly and hesitantly wrapped around his masculine neck, the