Narcissus in Chains
Chapter One
The bedroom was empty when he kicked the door shut behind us. I didn't know if the living room had been empty or not. I
couldn't remember anything but Richard's eyes from the kitchen to the bedroom. Every room might have been empty for all
I'd seen.
We kissed just inside the door; my hands were full of the rich thickness of his hair, the firm warmth of his neck. I
explored his face with my hands, my mouth, tasted, teased, caressed, just his face.
He drew back from my mouth enough to say, "If I don't sit down, I'm going to fall down, my knees are weak."
I laughed, full-throated, and said, "Then put me down."
He half-walked, half-staggered to the bed, laying me on it, going to his knees beside it. He was laughing as he crawled
onto the bed. He lay beside me, his knees hanging over the side of the bed, though since he was tall enough that his
feet actually touched the floor when he lay like that, maybe hanging wasn't the right word. We lay beside each other on
the bed, laughing softly, not touching.
We turned our heads to look at each other at the same moment. His eyes sparkle ... read full excerpt from: Narcissus in Chains ebook
