Jamieson O'Sullivan had a reputation for being wild and reckless so when he is sent to prison for five years, it came as no great surprise. To Lucy, his girlfriend, the effect it had on her was devastating.
Now he is out and ringing her at the home of his cousin, Michael, the man she is now living with. This is the first time they have been in contact as Jamie cut her and all friends and family out of his life on the day of sentencing.
Hearing his voice has her fleeing to meet him because despite his betrayal of their love, Lucy has never stopped loving him.
For Jamie, prison took away his freedom and Lucy. He couldn't have one without the other and that still counts when he is released. Prison has matured him. This time he needs her to know how he feels but before he can do this, the events of the past have to be confronted.
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The rain had stopped and the sun was casting glistening patterns across the water’s surface. The weeping willows by the river bank swayed gently in the wind and a pair of ducks took to the sky as Jamie and she approached the timber structure built on stilts. The main bedroom actually hung over the water’s edge with French doors opening out to a wooden veranda,
Jamie’s motorboat still moored directly below. His grandmother had left him the boathouse and a small inheritance, and she guessed that this was what he was using to carry on with its upkeep. Stepping onto the oak wooden flooring, hearing the familiar creaking and surrounded by the sparse furnishings consisting of the worn leather sofa and coffee table made out of driftwood, felt like she had stepped back five years. Only she hadn’t, this was now. Apprehension, fear that what they once had could never be recaptured crept up on her.
Walking into the bedroom, she went over to the French doors, threw them wide open and breathed in the warm sultry air. She felt him come up behind her. The zip gently came to rest on the small of her back, his feathery touch proceeding to slide the silky garment off her shoulders, the dress floating down to the floor. His warm breath was upon her skin.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he murmured throatily against the nape of her neck.
Slowly she turned round to face him. Unclipping her bra, she allowed it to fall and join her dress. Swiftly she pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. She watched as he did the same with his clothing and now they stood silent and naked, their bodies a foot apart. To experience the feeling without touching was what she sought and found. The heat from his gaze was like a caress and the desire that emulated from it made Lucy feel faint with intoxication. She could almost sense his heart pounding through the rawness of his damp chest, and the aroma of his maleness filled the air.
Within, she was on fire. She felt angry, mad that her body could betray her so when nothing had been resolved
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