Isabella Black drew in a sweet breath of clean air as she stepped out of her father's Jaguar. Looking around at the Bradford pear trees she noticed that she
had just missed their peak bloom time. There would be time over the next few days to see the changes that had occurred over the past few years to her family home. Thinking to herself that she was finally home she gave herself a quick pinch. There would be no more mad dashes for the subway to go to work in
the mornings, no more hailing a cab for a ride back to the apartment late at night, and no more quick jogs through the park. Instead, she would be starting
over in her home town with an agenda of her own. She had the desire to bring the Basic Black designer label to a new level. She would be meeting with the Board and her father next week to seek their approval.
Holding onto her father's elbow she climbed the steps to the porch. "Dad, did I ever tell you thank you for letting me grow up on my own and become self
sufficient? I think that working while in college and being away from everything familiar made me realize just what kind of person I wanted to be."
Belle let her head rest against John's shoulder.
Looking down to the gilt hair that reminded him of his beloved Doc, John felt his heart swell with pride. "Izzy, you make me proud to call you my daughter, but also an associate of Basic Black. I look forward to hearing your presentation next week. But for now, let me just be your Dad this weekend. " He hugged her close to his side.
"Brady said that he would be here early to greet you. I know he wanted to come pick you up from Heartsfield but he had to meet with a potential client for one
of Black's subsidiaries." John gave her overnight bag to the waiting maid to carry upstairs.
Belle refreshed her lipstick as she put her purse in the hall closet. "I'm sure, if I know Brady, he has found some woman to monopolize while chatting about his
lack of a partner during social time." Brady had always been able to juggle girls and never mix up their names or dates. "We'll find him eventually. That
sounds like Aunt Vivian coming down the hall."
The years had been kind to Vivian Alamain. She had kept her matronly figure and still managed to go to the hair dressers every week. This week she had auburn
colored hair accented under a wide picture hat that matched her lavender dress. Her flamboyant personality was as colorful as her clothes.
"Belle dear, welcome home. Come meet my two friends from Southeastern Tapestry Magazine." Belle had expected air kisses but received a full squeeze from her aunt.
" Pat, Terri, this is my niece, Isabella Black. She's the marketing director of the Basic Black corporate office here in Salem. Belle, this is Terri
Washington and Pat Bailey. They are the duo behind one of the most respected ladies magazines in the states."
"Good evening. I hope your stay at Wisteria Manor will be a pleasant one." Belle acknowledged the two women. "I have enjoyed reading your articles and recipes over the years."
"Thank you. We have tried to appeal to an audience of all ages. Keeping up with current trends, planning new designs and showing the consumer how to go about
planning their own gardens and landscapes has never failed to keep us busy." Terri said. "We are also trying to raise the awareness of our readers on current environmental issues. "
Pat agreed. "We might just have to go back and talk to that young man, Terri, about his ideas on the river issues that the state governments are arguing
about. He proposed some good arguments our readers might be interested in hearing. Besides, why waste that gorgeous smile on just stuffy government agents. I know our ladies would love to see his picture." Pat raised her eyebrows at Terri and tried her best to get them to wriggle.
Laughing with her partner, Terri agreed. "He did have a good looking body too. I know the women on our staff would be ogling his photos."
Belle tried to follow their conversation but could not guess who they were talking about. Excusing herself, Belle met up with John as he left the powder
room. "Let's go find Brady, Dad."
They exited out the French doors and walked towards the tents where the food was being served. Several round tables held couples and familiar faces that Belled spoke to as she reacquainted herself with her father's peers. A younger crowd seemed to be
gathering around the bar and Belle was heading in that direction when she heard her father say, “You remember my daughter, Isabella, don't you?"
Looking up Belle held her breath as she met brown eyes that reminded her of pools of milk chocolate. She heard a deep voice say, “Welcome home Isabella. I'm
glad you're back." and knew that she had not forgotten just what that voice did to her insides.
Meeting the smile with one of her own, Belle greeted the man standing there. He was not a stranger but one man Belle had been hoping to see again. "Hi Shawn
Douglas. I'm glad to be back home."
Feeling a blush rising in her cheeks, Belle looked behind Shawn's head to see her brother smiling at her. Pushing Shawn aside Brady said "Let me get the
first hug Tink." Picking her up, Brady squeezed Belle until she giggled. "If it's possible, you look prettier now that you did at Christmas Belle." Setting
her down on her tiny feet Brady couldn't help but watch his best friend as he put his plan in to motion.
"Now that you are moving back Tink, I want you to meet several of the guys who work in the office with me. I think you might like some of them. What do you say Shawn? Do you think Belle might be interested in Greg?"
Brady wanted to see what Shawn's reaction would be when a potential suitor was mentioned for Belle to meet.
"Well Brady, I always thought Greg was too much of a womanizer. I wouldn't want to see Belle hooked up with him." Shawn was already uncomfortable talking about Belle's future dates. Especially with her brother and her father standing right beside them. "Why not let her decide?" Reaching out his hand, Shawn pulled Belle towards the bar as he escaped without realizing that father and son were smiling identical grins.
"Whew, that was close. Thanks Shawn for rescuing me. I didn’t want to have to jump into the dating pool my first day back." Belle took a glass from a waiter
as Shawn guided them around the back of the caterer’s tent. He kept one hand twined with Belle's while the other held a plate of food that was filled with
all kinds of tempting morsels. Following the pathway that led to the rose garden, Shawn settled them on the footed swing built for two. As they leaned back against the wood slats, their feet automatically pushed in tandem to set the swing in motion. Grinning Shawn finally realized that his heart was starting
to beat again in a normal rhythm. Turning to Belle he met her blue eyes in a gaze that lasted until the swing slowed down.
Feeling bashful Shawn held out the plate to share the appetizers.
"I am glad that you came home Belle. I have missed you." Reaching out he tucked a loose strand of her blond hair back behind her ear and let his fingers linger on the outer rim. "Your emails were just not the same as seeing you here with me." Picking up her hand once again, he let his long narrow fingers move
slowly up and down and in between her fingers.
Belle let her fingers rub Shawn's as she bit into a mini spinach quiche. Sticking out her tongue to catch the broken crust from her lips, she watched as Shawn's eyes followed the path of her tongue. Butterflies flew rampantly as Belle quivered with a need that she had known only when Shawn was around.
As a child she knew that Shawn was a special person in her life. But now, seeing him as a grown man, she realized how special he truly was.
With the pretence of shifting the skirt of her dress, Belle rose up and settled back on the swing seat. This time though she was a lot closer to Shawn
than before. "You don't know the half of it Shawn. When Aunt Vivian took me away the day after my debut with the Cotillion Club, I didn't know if I would ever
come back to Wisteria Manor. It took a long time for me to be able to trust myself with being alone with a guy. Even with the circumstances being purely
platonic and innocent, I still had a hard time. My cousin Nicholas helped me a lot those first few years. He introduced me to several of his friends who were on his church league basketball team. I guess he probably threatened them with their lives because none of the guys ever got fresh. He's a lot like Brady in some ways.
By the time I graduated from the New York Designer Institute, I had already been working full time. Dad made sure that I started at the bottom of Basic Black New York and worked my way up. I had to start in the mail room, then work my way up to the cosmetics counter to sell perfume. After a few years interning, I finally got to actually work the sales floor. Over the summers Dad would come up and teach me how to work in the offices. "
Looking at Shawn, Belle was glad to see that he seemed interested in her finishing her story.
"Go on Belle. I want to hear everything about your life over the past few years. I came to see you with Brady one time, but you had gone to Dallas unexpectedly."
Shawn released her hand to lean forward and put the empty plate on the grass. When he returned to his position beside Belle he put his arm around the seats
"I'm sorry Shawn. I wish I had known. I would have been there if it was possible." Leaning back into the curve of his arm she scooted closer as he started rubbing her shoulders.
Shawn traced a path with his fingertips. Sweeping along the back of her shoulders, he saw her pulse beating rapidly against the soft skin. Breathing in
the fragrance of her hair Shawn wanted to bury his nose in the curve of her neck.
"Dad made me marketing director of the offices here. I have to prove to him and the Board of Directors that I can handle the job. Shawn, I just know I can do it too." Belle said as she looked up.
Shawn cupped his hand around the back of her neck as he traced her bottom lip with his thumb.
"I'm sure you'll do a great job, Peaches." He rested his forehead against hers as they continued to swing.
The tension mounted as Belle felt herself falling under Shawn's spell. She reached out with her hand and starting drawing circles on the black clad thigh.
Muscles bunched under the fabric as she felt rather than saw a tightening in his groin.
The swing slowed as Shawn turned to Belle. "Peaches, I just want you to know one thing. I wish that we could have continued where we left off the last time that I held you."
His brown eyes glowed with something that Belle wanted to see. Was it desire for her?
Reaching her own hand to his cheek, Shawn nestled in it while closing his eyes.
With a whisper to him, Belle leaned forward and placed her lips gently on the end of his chin. That was as far as she could reach without breaking out of his arms.
Shawn opened his eyes, flaring with need as he turned and dropped his head.
Stopping, with just a breath of air between their lips meeting for the first time in years, he waited, giving her a chance to pull back. A pause, as long as
his heart beat, and then Shawn lowered his mouth to hers. Softly he kissed her.
Once, twice, three times before he felt her lips move under his.
Belle shyly drew back, licking her bottom lip in anticipation. Raising her face she met his lips again. Feeling Shawn trace her top lip with his tongue, she opened her lips for his entrance. Barely touching the roof of her mouth and testing the line of her teeth, he drew back to nibble on her lips again.
"Shawn... Shawn, that was wonderful" Belle's breathless whisper floated on the evening breeze to his ears.
Standing up, Shawn held out his hand.
"Come on Belle. Let's go back inside. I don't want you to think that I can't control myself the first night you arrive. We have a lot of catching up to do."
He rested his forehead against hers once more before turning and walking up the pathway. "Besides, I want to go out on a date with you without brother along."
Smiling with him Belle agreed. "I'll bet that can be arranged."
Belle awoke to the music of birds singing. It was a sound she had not heard in years. Usually there were sirens screaming and horns blaring down on the streets below her apartment in New York. Throwing off the covers, she ambled to the window to take her first look at the grounds in the daylight. The caterers were taking the tents and chairs down and loading them into a large truck. Vivian, already dressed in a jade two piece ensemble, was making sure they did not step on her flower borders. Raising the window Belle called out a greeting. "Good morning Belle, did you sleep well?" Vivian asked.
"Believe it or not it seemed too quite, Aunt Vivian. I'm sure I'll get used to it again. I'll see you downstairs."
Belle hurried through her bath and joined Ivan in the kitchen. He had risen and baked fresh apple cinnamon muffins and a bacon and Lorraine cheese quiche. Cantaloupe slices were garnished with green grapes for Vivian and her friends. They were having the magazine interview out on the red brick patio overlooking the side garden after breakfast.
Vivian had worked hard, actually planting many of the flowers and shrubs herself, to make her home more beautiful. The protected corner off the side of the home offered an ideal spot to showcase the spring bulbs. Dozens of bright red tulips, majestic yellow King Alfred daffodils, and grape hyacinths were opening their faces to the bright sunshine.
Ivan placed a coffee urn and a carafe of fresh orange juice on a wheeled tea table and rolled it out to the wrought iron table. Belle brought the plates and cups. "Please set the table for me Isabella. Madame will be here in a minute and will want to see how everything looks. She's a perfectionist." Belle put the napkins and silverware around the place settings as Ivan returned with the creamer and sugar dishes.
"Aunt Vivian is truly blessed to have you around Ivan. You take such good care of her."
Ivan looked up at Belle as he replied, “But of course, Isabella. I love her very much. I would do anything for Madame. She is my life."
Belle agreed. "She loves you too, Ivan. I hope that I find someone who loves me like that one day."
Ivan reached out to cup Belle's chin. "You are so sweet Isabella. One day there will be a young man who will catch your eye and you will catch his. Then you will go about a courtship and fall in love. Oooo love is so grand. Mooning over the look in each other's eyes and you see a sparkle that is there just for you. Such bliss you will find. Romance is half the chase. The other is the loving. " Kissing his fingertips, Ivan smiled. "Love is wonderful Isabella."
The ladies from the magazine were delighted with the breakfast. Ivan bent over to refill their coffee cups and take up the plates after they had finished. "I know I must have gained five pounds this weekend eating all this delicious food. From last night's meal to this morning, I am stuffed." Pat said as she stirred the creamer into her coffee. "I'll have to walk around the grounds today to work off some of this. Didn't I hear someone say last night that there is a covered bridge with a pond on the property?"
Vivian nodded. "My nephew, John and his son Brady, decided to surprise me with it one year for my birthday. I had always wanted one and when I came back from Europe, it was built. Actually, the road through it leads back toward our lake access. We have our own boat house and dock there."
Terri agreed on walking around later when they would be taking the photographs. She began her interview by asking random questions on family history and what made the Alamain house a home. Was it a fortress to all that arrived to stay or did others see it as a museum? Were there any times that were more special there?
Belle excused herself because she didn't want to spoil Vivian's hour in the limelight. Going inside, Belle started making a list of things she needed to do that day when the telephone rang.
"Alamain's residence." Her voice held warmth as she picked up the receiver.
"Well good morning, Peaches." Shawn's husky rumble came through the line. "I just wanted to make sure that last night wasn't a dream. It actually happened." Pausing, he cleared his voice before continuing. “You came home Belle."
Blushing at the thought of his warm mouth covering hers, Belle spoke softly, "Hi Shawn. Yes, last night was my homecoming."
"Finally, I've been waiting forever for you to do that." Even though he was talking more to himself, Belle heard every other word.
"What did you say Shawn? I couldn't understand everything you said." Belle carried the cordless telephone with her as she headed up the stairs. Entering her room, she sat on the padded window bench.
"I just said that if you haven't made plans for Sunday afternoon, then how about going for a drive around town just to familiarize yourself again? A lot has changed in five years."
Belle knew a lot had changed. She had noticed that Shawn's shoulders had seemed more broader, his hair darker and longer, and his hands seemed to have longer fingers that she wanted to caress her... Now where did that thought come from? Belle wondered silently.
Listening again, she heard Shawn ask if three o'clock would be a good time to stop by." That will be fine, Shawn. I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow. Thank you for thinking about it. "
Shawn shifted the receiver to his other hand as he leaned back on the balcony rail outside his apartment. "I just want you to make the transition back to Georgia a good one, Belle. Moving can cause a lot of stress sometimes. "
"Thanks Shawn. You're always so thoughtful. That was one of the features that made you so different from Brady's other friends."
"Different? Different good or different bad?" Shawn waited anxiously for her answer.
"Different good Shawn. You have always had this amazing gift for seeing the best in everyone. Sometimes you appear to be real gruff and manly but underneath you've got a heart of gold. Like a teddy bear."
Shawn chuckled at that last tidbit. "So, Belle, you think I'm manly?" He was waiting to hear her reply.
Belle caught her breath before answering. "Of course I think you're manly Shawn. You are very handsome and I think you know that already. But, you have always looked for ways to help out other people. You're generous without really doing anything to let anyone know that. You do things quietly. You are a special man, Shawn. I have known that for years and ..."
Belle paused while trying to get her thoughts together.
"And what, Belle? You can't leave me hanging here." Shawn was glad he was sitting down now. After being impressed with her vision of him, he was wondering what else she would say.
Belle spoke softly, "I hope to get to know the friend that sent me such crazy emails and talked long into the night on the telephone, a lot better now since we'll be living in the same town for the first time for an extended length of time."
"Well I'm not planning on going anywhere Belle. Salem is my home. I have really enjoyed living here these past few years. Anytime you need anything you know you can call me Belle. Day or night. Here, let me give you my new cell phone number."
Reaching for a pen and paper, Belle quickly wrote the number down. "I won't lose it Shawn. " Committing it to memory, Belle knew she wouldn't be forgetting it any time soon. "So what are you doing now?"
Shawn had been relaxing on one of the vinyl coated lounge chairs that made the seating for his deck. “I’m waiting for Brady to come over with a few of the guys from work. Today, the Final Four will be played and we're all watching it together."
"Oh yes, male bonding.” Belle giggled as she pictured the guys sitting around yelling at the TV referees and making their own commentary. “Well, have fun. I'll see you tomorrow. I’ll be ready at three."
"Until then, Peaches. Bye." Shawn hung up and grinned. Sunday was going to be fun. He couldn't wait to see Belle again. But, he wanted to ask Brady about the guys her brother wanted her to meet. He didn't like the sound of it and wanted to nip it in the bud before it went anywhere. Going inside, he put out a few bags of pretzels on the coffee table before he went to lift the weights at the gym. He wanted to relieve some of the tension he was feeling while listening to her voice. Thoughts of Belle filled his head . Sunday couldn't come soon enough.
Belle was unpacking the last of her spring and summer wardrobe, when Ivan came into the room carrying dresses on hangers. "Oh Ivan, I didn't mean for you to iron my clothes for me." Belle hurried over and took an armload to the walk in closet.
"Isabella, now you know Madame would have been disappointed with me if I did not help you." Ivan smoothed out a wrinkle in a turquoise suit. "This color will be marvalous on you Belle. With your skin tone and blue eyes, what young man wouldn't turn around for a second look?"
"Do you think so Ivan? I thought I might wear that on my first day at work. It's a confidence booster."
Feeling the texture of a silk blouse, Ivan draped the sheer fabric over the suit. "Well, I can see why. It's bold and beautiful all at the same time. But you do not need that, Isabella. You were born to help run Basic Black. A smart, witty woman like yourself full of humor and beauty, she needs no extra confidence. Just give anyone who disregards you one of the famous Black stares." Ivan practiced stroking his chin with his fingers while trying to glower like John.
Laughing, Belle reached out to give Ivan a hug. "That's what I needed to hear Ivan. I guess I have been thinking while I was unpacking. I have wondered if I made the right decision."
Ivan smiled as he started walking out the door. "You made Madame very happy when you returned. She has been wanting you to come back for years."
Belle smiled as she shut the closet door. "Well, I'm here to stay. For better or for worse." Wondering what she would wear when she went out with Shawn the next day, she decided to wait and see what the weather would be like.
Vivian was drinking a cup of tea in the conservatory when Belle came downstairs. "Well, darling, did you get finished unpacking?" Vivian had changed from her jade outfit to a dusk blue caftan. A matching scarf was tied around her hair.
Belle settled onto a chaise lounge chair and stretched out. "Yes ma'am. I have all my spring and summer clothes unpacked. I am going to wait a little while on the winter clothes. It's not as cold down here, so I don't have to get out my wool pants and sweaters. I am really, really looking forward to warm weather after all the frigid air and snow this winter."
Vivan nodded in agreement. "The bitter cold and wind chill is so harmful to my complexion. Ivan makes the best face masque if you are interested. He takes such good care of me."
Watching Vivan's eyes light up as she spoke of Ivan, Belle was envious. That's what I want some day. Someone to love me like that.
"Did your friends from the magazine get off all right this morning? Did the interview go over well?"
Vivan smiled as she buffed her nails. "It went very well. Terri and Pat are going to stop by next Saturday on their way back to Savannah. I am hoping that the Wisteria will be blooming on the porch so Pat can take some pictures. Terri said that if it turned out to be a good photo, they might even use it for the cover of the magazine. Can you imagine that? Our home on the cover of Southern Tapestry Magazine. What an exclusive that would be.
"I even mentioned that you were the new marketing director at Basic Black, so that's a pull for the company too."
"Isabella, where are you? Izzy B. are you home?" John's voice preceeded him as he came in the room carrying a small wrapped box. "Hello ladies. You're just who I wanted to see."
Sitting on the edge of Belle's chair, John handed her the gift. "Here you go sweetheart. This is just a little welcome home present." He leaned over and kissed the top of her head.
Vivian laughed as she clapped her hands. "Oh wonderful! I love surprises. Hurry Belle. Open it up."
Belle gingerly turned the small box over and over and shook it gently. "Well, it doesn't rattle."
Taking one corner of the bow, she pulled the ribbon until it came a loose. Slipping a finger under one side of the paper she was carefully unwrapping it, when John said,"Izzy B. You are just like your mother. Slow, slow ,slow."
"Every Christmas it was the same thing. Everyone would have already opened all their gifts while we sat around waiting for Marlena to open just one present."
Belle looked up at John as she tore the paper off. "How's that Dad? OOOHHH!!!!" Nestled inside cotton were two sets of keys, "Just what do these go to Dad?" Belle held up one set with the wireless remote keyfob attached to a keyring. Excitement filled her voice as she stood up.
John stood as well as he reached out to hug Belle. "If you had gone to college here in Georgia like you had first planned, I would have already given this to you. But, Vivian took you to New York so you did not need a car. Do you remember when Brady graduated from Salem High? Brady got that black 4x4 Jeep he always wanted."
Belle nodded as she hugged her Dad. "I remember because he taught me how to drive a stick shift. It was so cool."
John led Belle out doors to the family entrance. There outside was a new black Nissan Altima. "You realize Isabella, it has to be black?"
Belle giggled as she hurried over to unlock the new car and sit in the driver's seat. Rolling down the window she said, "How can I ever thank you? I was wondering if I could talk Ivan into taking me to work on Monday."
Laughing John sat in the passenger seat as Belle took him for the first test ride.
Sunday afternoon came as Belle applied another coat of rose lip gloss to her mouth. Well, I am as ready as I'll ever be. Now where is Shawn? Belle's stomach was already getting the butterflies once more. Just relax, she said to herself. It's just Brady's best friend. You've seen him before. It's not anything to get worried about. Hearing a car door slam outside her window, Belle looked outside.
He simply took her breath away. Shawn's broad shoulders were covered by a navy short sleeved polo shirt. His chest filled out the shirt as he self consiously tucked it into khaki pants. The pants were belted around a narrow waist and made his hips seem slim as he covered the ground with long strides. Dark sunglasses shaded his eyes but Belle knew they would be filled with laughter and mischief. The breeze ruffled his hair as he reached a hand up to keep it out of his eyes.
Belle picked up her raspberry cardigan to match her jewel necked sweater as she left the room.
Finding Vivian entertaining Shawn in the family den, Belle stepped inside. Immediately she felt the dark gaze fasten on her figure. The oversize raspberry peony print on her crisp white pants flattered her skin tone. Silver earrings and a matching necklace were her only accessories. Setting her purse on the sofa back, she bent down to kiss Vivan good bye.
"Ya'll have fun now. " Vivian folded the Sunday edition of the Atlanta Journal and Constitution as she spoke. "Shawn Douglas, if you aren't doing anything next Saturday, can you help me out?"
Shawn smiled as he bent over Vivian's hand. Brushing her knuckles with his lips, he replied,"But of course, I'll do anything that you need, if it's possible."
"Why you scoundrel ! If I hadn't seen Ivan first, and I was a good thirty years younger, I would give Belle here a run for the money." Teasing Shawn had been a habit that Vivian would never break.
"Really, Shawn Douglas, my friends from the magazine are coming back on Saturday. I want them to see some of the surrounding area from the water. You remember, my poor Ivan, he gets sea sick in our garden tub. I just can't trust him behind the wheel of the boat."
Shawn tried not to laugh as he answered."Of course Vivian, I'll be happy to take them for a ride. Are you coming too?"
"I think I will let you be their guide. Isabella might like to go though." Looking at her niece, she urged her to go be with Shawn.
"Sounds like fun Aunt Vivian. I would love to go out on the boat. Just let me know what time next week Shawn."
Smiling at Belle, he took her hand in his as his thumb stoked her palm. Sending quivers up her back Belle squeezed his hand.
"All right, we've got that planned. I'll touch base with you to see what time will be good for your friends then. Come on Peaches, let's go." Swinging hands, Shawn led Belle out to his dark green Range Rover. Helping her inside, Shawn let his hand linger on her leg before he shut the door.
Driving off, he glanced over at Belle. "Are you OK with going out next week? I don't want you to feel like you have to do it for Vivian." Looking worried, Shawn glanced back over as Belle buckled her seat belt.
"Of course not Shawn. I would love to go out on the lake with you. If the ladies want to come, then that's fine. We can be together afterwards if you want to." Was I too forward? Belle wondered to herself. I just want to spend time with Shawn to see if I can decide just what is it about him that makes me so nervous.
Reaaching over to hold her hand, Shawn shook his head. "That's fine by me too, Peaches. I reallly would like to spend time with you getting to know you all over again. How does that sound?"
Belle was filled with a warm glow. Speaking softly she said, "I would like that too." Shawn's fingers played with her hand as he drove. It was turning out to be a beautiful day.
Shawn drove around Salem. He wanted Belle to see how much the town had expanded over the years. A new high school replaced Salem High. A new mall replaced Salem Place. St. Luke's Church was still sitting on one block of the downtown area. New wrought iron fences with old timey light posts surrounded the town park. Oak trees towered over and shaded benches made for sitting and observing the town.
"How about stopping for something to drink?" Shawn parked his car and quickly came around to Belle's side to help her down. "That's a big step down for someone your size Peaches."
Belle enjoyed walking besides Shawn as he matched his stride with hers. Stopping at an outside table at the newest coffee shop in town, Shawn ordered two lattes as he sat across from Belle.
"Well, what do you think so far? Think you can find your way around town?" He was stroking the back of her hand with his thumb again as he watched her eyes light up.
"Shawn Douglas, I think I can find my way around here blindfolded. If I can make it in New York, I can make it anywhere. But seriously, even though a lot of the landmarks have changed, the home town feel and atmosphere is still the same. I am so glad."
Releasing her hand to take the latte from the waitress, he captured Belle's eyes. His eyes were filled with hunger and a restlessnes that confused Belle. "What is it Shawn?"Belle felt a need to sooth as she became lost in the chocolate pools. Feeling as if time had stopped, Belle was aware that she could almost hear Shawn's voice in her mind telling her that she looked beautiful and he wanted to kiss and carress her. Blinking, Belle sat back and knocked her purse off of the table.
Shawn bent to retrieve it. When he did, Belle noticed a gold chain hanging out from under the collar of his shirt. As he rose and handed the purse to her, Belle gasped as she felt compelled to to touch his necklace. A tiny gold cross hung suspended in the middle of the chain. Shawn closed his eyes as her fingers traced the chain along his collar bone,dipped into the hollow of his throat where the cross rested, and followed the chain to where it reached around his neck.
Taking her fingers in one hand, he kissed each one that had touched him. Watching Belle's blue eyes darken, Shawn took one finger into his mouth and laved it with his tongue. Belle felt herself become damp as she tried to rub her thighs together. He gave a smirk as if he knew what he was doing to her. Belle broke the spell as she picked up her drink."I remember this. You used to wear it all the time when you went swimming and water skiing with Brady. You would never take it off."
Shawn nodded. "My grandfather gave it to me when I was in high school and I have never taken it off. He was very sick at the time and in the hospital. Grandpa had always been one of my biggest supporters when I was playing football. Our team was going to play in the state final and Grandpa coudn't come to the game. It was out of town, so Gran brought in a portable radio so Grandpa could listen to the game.
"The day before our last team practice he called and asked me to stop by and visit with him before we left the next morning. "
Shawn swallowed as he closed his eyes. Belle reached out and covered his hands with hers this time. "Take your time, Shawn. There's no rush." Whispering the words to tell him she would listen when he was ready.
Shawn leaned forward as Belle took one hand and cupped his cheek. Leaning into her palm, he smiled before continuing. "Grandpa gave me this necklace. It was his and I could never remember a time when he had not been wearing it. He told me to be stong, believe in myself, and to never forget that God was always watching after me. Grandpa would be watching after me too and he would pray that we would win the game if that was God's will.
Well, the game was tied, the clock was running down, when Coach called for time. There was only five seconds left on the clock. We had only one chance left to win. Coach came over to me and put his arm around my shoulders. Walking down the sidelines, "He said, Son, you just go out there and kick that ball and we'll all go home winners. But, if you go out there and kick that ball and the other team blocks it, well, we'll still go home winners because we have had a great season."
That blew me away. Here, I was a seventeen year old wtih the chance of scoring the game winning field goal and Coach just says do my best. Well, I walked out and strapped on my helmet. It was like I was moving in slow motion. I reached up and took hold of my cross and asked God and Grandpa to help me kick the ball straight. Then everything became a blur as the referee's whislte blew and the snap came. I kicked with instinct and I knew, I knew when the ball left my foot, it was going to sail through the uprights. That's when I was raised up on my teammates shoulders and everyone was cheering. We had won."
Belle squeezed Shawn's hand as she released it.
"That night, when our team bus rolled into town, everyone was there with banners, screaming our names and congratulating us. Dad met me as I was coming down the bus steps. One look at him and I knew, just like I had on the field. Grandpa was gone." Closing is eyes, Shawn swallowed the lump in his throat.
Belle felt her eyes grow moist with tears as she reached up to stroke Shawn's cheek. "I'm so sorry Shawn. I do know how hard it is to loose someone you love."
Shawn rasied his head and used the pad of his thumb to catch the tear that was slowly sliding down Belle's cheek.
"Peaches, it's OK. That was a long time ago now. He's in a much better place, just like your Mom is. But thank you anyway. Are up finished?" Standing up, Shawn walked around the table to Belle's side. Putting an arm around her waist he pulled her close as he kissed her hair.
Belle put her arm around his waist as they walked back. The warmth of his body was seeping into her side. The dark hair on his forearm tickled the inside of her wrist as they window shopped. "Let's go ride around some more. I'll show you where I'm living these days."
Shawn drove up to an old house that had been divided into apartments. "I live here on the backside of the house. Come on in Belle." Taking his key, he opened the door and flicked on the light.
Belle observed that the apartment was exceptionally clean after the boys night out the day before. "It's nice Shawn." She sat on the edge of a solid navy sofa with yellow and blue plaid throw pillows. A love seat in the same colors was across from it. A pine coffee table sat in the middle of the seating arrangement, with a few sports magazines and the remote control on it. An entertainment center took up one wall. Through a door beside the center, she could see into the kitchen with it's matching colors.
"The bedroom is down the hall and the bathroom is the door next to it if you need to freshen up, Belle." Shawn wanted her to feel comfortable in his home.
Belle excused herself as Shawn stretched out on the sofa. "No wonder Brady likes to come here Shawn, "Belle said as she came back into the room. "This is a really comfortable home. It suits you." Belle started to sit across Shawn but he took her hand and pulled her close.
"i would really like to hear about your plans for taking on the marketing department for Basic Black. Do you want to talk about them?"Shawn's deep voice was low as he stretched an arm across the back of the seat. His fingers began carressing the back of her neck as little tendrils of fine blond hair escaped her French twist.
Closing her eyes and relaxing, Belle tried to gather her thoughts. If he only knew how good that feels, Belle thought to herself. I wish those fingers would slide around....whoa back up Belle! Where are thoughts coming from? Blushing, she leaned forward to try to escape the fingers that were moving slowly back and forth.
"Is that bothering you Peaches? Do you want me to stop?"Shawn rested his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it as he looked into her eyes.
"No Shawn, it feels like heaven. I have wanted you to touch me for....." Belle gasped as she covered her mouth with her fingers.What have I done? She was upset to think that she was trying to push herself on Shawn, when she realized he was smiling and trying desperately to get her to look at him.
Taking her chin in his hand, Shawn gently turned her around to face him. "Peaches," softly whispering her name,Belle felt his warm breath on her cheek. "Isabella, look at me." Lifting her eyes to his, Belle felt herself drowning in the dark pools. They were burning with an emotion that she couldn't identify, but wanted to remain lost in it.
Belle reached up and traced his bushy eyebrows with her finger as she followed the path down his cheek and across his top lip. When she reached the bottom lip, his mouth opened and sucked her finger inside.
Belle's gaze flew to his as he leaned closer. "Belle, I want to kiss you. If you want me to stop then now is the time." Shawn waited for a sign and as Belle closed her eyes he softly nipped her bottom lip.
Taking his time, Shawn relished the idea of kissing Belle. He had dreamed about this moment all weekend. Ever since he had tasted her lips on the night of her return, he was eager to do so again. Savoring her cupids bow with tiny kisses, he waited as Belle begin to respond. With the tip of his tongue he traced her lips, licking at one corner before coming back to the seam of her mouth, His persitence paid off as he felt Belle's lips opening in response to his invitation. He deepened the kiss as his tongue swept inside her mouth. He tangled with Belle's tongue daring it to follow his back into his mouth. Slowly, with hesitation, Belle began to kiss Shawn back.
She felt a slow tingling all the way to her toes. Moisture creamed her panties as Shawn kissed her neck. Gripping his shoulders with both hands,Belle slowly let her fingers slip around his neck and play with the hair that fell over the collar of his shirt. Her fingers traced patterns on the cords of his throat as she kissed his chin and his Adam's apple.
Breathing in deep gasps of air, she looked up and was lost. Shawn's eyes were black, filled with desire, and she knew she was the cause. Raising up to kiss him again, this time Belle eagerly opened her mouth first. Shawn didn't hesitiate as he covered her lips. Sucking her tongue into his mouth, his hands slid up and down her back, moving slowly in circular patterns. Pulling Belle closer, he tightened his arms as he begin kissing the side of her neck He found that the spot on the back of her ear was especially vunerable. Tracing the outer rim of her ear he blew softly into it and whispered to her. Leaning against the arm rest of the sofa Shawn pulled Belle across his lap and up onto his chest. They both gasped as they felt her soft breasts crushed against his chest as well as her buttocks settling into the cradle of his hips. Ripples of electricity swept through Belle. Breathing heavily, she looked down and saw that her own nipples were hardening through the sweater. Shawn's eyes were drawn to the hard nubbins. He wanted to reach out and touch the tip of her breast. Raising one finger he touched the tip. Feeling as if a live wire ran from her breast to her womb, Belle didn't realize that she arched her back towards Shawn. But he did.
Continuing the soft movement of using one hand to touch her breast, Shawn began an assault on her neck. As he took quick nips followed by soothing stokes with his tongue, he felt her pusle race. Using his hand he held her right breast in his palm. Fingering the underside and crease, he teased her without touching her nipple again. Circling the hard center with his callous fingertips, he made patterns on her sweater as his lips kept up the seduction on her neck and ear.
"Please, Shawn, ...."Belle's voice was like velvet. She used her own hand to grab Shawn's larger one. Holding it close to her chest, she watched his eyes as she brought it to the crest. Fingering the nipple Shawn's eyes glowed as he pulled the bud with his thumb and forefinger. "Do you like that, Peaches?" he used his other hand to touch her left breast too.
Belle slowly opened her eyes, darkened with desire, and nodded. "No one has touched me since that awful night with Jason." Belle was embarrassed to admit it to Shawn.
He raisied up carefully as he wanted to make sure of what she had just said."Belle, you mean......no man has touched you?" Dear God, she was innocent! What a dream come true.
Listening to her now, Shawn realized what he must do.
Setting Belle back on the sofa he used the plaid pillow to hide his erection as he said,"Peaches, it's OK. I know how scared you were that night. I was there, remember? I wanted to beat Jason's face in so bad, but I knew I had to protect you first. When you snuggled into my arms, I felt like I was your hero."
Belle reached up and cupped Shawn's cheek in her palm. "You were my hero that night. You and Brady. That was the first time you ever kissed me."
Shawn reached up and held her hand, kissing the palm and feathering it with his tongue before resting it on his thigh. "I woke up that night and realized you were a beautiful woman. I wanted to hold you longer but I had to turn you over to your Dad and brother. Then you were gone. Isabella, there hasn't been a day that I haven't thought about you since you left Salem." Kissing her hair, Shawn rested her head on his shoulder.
Belle sighed as she snuggled closer."I know Shawn, I thought a lot about you too. Why did you think I wrote you so many times and emailed you so much?" Closing her eyes, Belle was content to stay beside him and just talk as her her heart rate slowed down from the heavy make out session.
Breathing in the scent of her hair, Shawn closed her eyes and tried to keep his thoughts at bay at how sexy Belle felt beside him. "I was always looking forward to hearing from you Peaches. Brady kept me updated sometimes. Vivian would mention your name so of course I had to ask how you were. I'm glad you're home now." His voice had taken on a husky sound as he continued to run his fingers down her arm."Now, how about those plans for BB?"
Belle sat up as she turned to look at Shawn. "Well, first of all, I would like to see the company began merchadising a new line of lingerie. I have been working on some designs and also have acquired the rights to a new designer if the executive board of BB agrees to the idea. This is the 21st century. We need to start growing in another direction.
"Not everyone can look like the models and tell me, who has time to wear some of those clothes? We need to start addressing the needs of our clientele, rather than forcing out clothes to them to purchase that they could not possibly wear except for special occassions. Also, I have a few ideas about a junior line of dresses that might be profitible too." Belle drew in a deep breath as she had spoken very quickly.
Impressed with her vision, Shawn smiled in delight."That is one more plan. I would love to be able to watch you give that speech in front of the board. I don't see any reason why they would turn that idea down."
"I don't know Shawn. From what I understand, they can be very closed minded about new ideas. I 'll just have to wait and see how they feel on Wednesday."
Nodding in agreement, Shawn stood up and pulled Belle up with him. "I had better take you home so that you can get plenty of rest before tomorrow. I would not want to be the cause of you not getting enough sleep before your first day at work.
Going outside, Belle noticed how dark it had gotten. "I did not realize it was so late. I forgot all about the time." Smiling and remembering the distraction, Belle felt warm all over.
"Shawn, I had better confess right now before it gets too late to tell you this." Belle turned in the seat as they were headed toward Wisteria Manor. "You will be the reason that I won't be able to sleep tonight. I will be dreaming about you and our day together." She was blushing at the thoughts of Shawn's hands covering her and how good it had felt.
Stopping at the family entrance, Shawn shut off the engine. "Peaches, I don't think I can properly do that statement any justice. Kissing you had me so hot and bothered that I am surprised there were not any flames coming from between us.
"I guess it was a good thing we slowed down back at the apartment. We'll have to take it slow and slide right in to easy." He rasied his eyebrows at her as he slid her down the front of his body as he helped her down from the seat.
Catching her breath as she felt his erection still bulging in his tight pants, Belle nodded."Good night Shawn. I really had a nice time tonight." Raising up on tiptoe, Belle started to kiss his lips lightly.
What started out as innocent quickly became steamy. Shawn used is lips to suck on her ear lobe as he carressed it around in a swirling pattern. Pulling her close he let his hands roam down her back. Cupping her bottom he pulled her closer as he spread his legs and raised so that her soft mound was even with his erection. Gasping for breath, Shawn smirked a self satified grin as he let her go.
"I 'll call you this week Belle. Sweet dreams."
Giving her one last peck, he climbed back into the car. Driving away, Shawn knew he had to go take a long cold shower. He didn't know how he was going to last until Belle felt ready for the next step. But he wished she would hurry.
Belle pulled into the parking lot reserved for the Basic Black employees. Taking a deep breath, she checked her make up one last time in the rear view mirror before walking inside the seven story building. The board meeting was to be held at 9:00 AM. in the conference room. The formal notice had been sent around Monday afternoon announcing that Isabella Black was the new marketing director. The past two days had flown by. Belle felt as if she had made a good impression with the staff. She had asked for their patience as she learned their names and what positions they held.
John had asked her to come to the petite women's section on the third floor, the first afternoon. There she had met some of the sales ladies as they were choosing clothes for an Easter fashion show for the upcoming weekend. The Salem Daily News reporter/ photographer was there to take a few preview photos as well cover the report of the time and place of the fashion show. Since this had already been set up, Belle just stood back and watched. She couldn't wait until it would be her turn to be responsible for a presentation like this to the community. Taking the elevator up to her fifth floor office, Belle glanced at her watch. There was still an hour until the meeting. Walking across the grey and burgundy paisley carpet, she laid her leather briefcase on her desk. Reaching for the fax that had come through after she had left the day before, she quickly reviewed the operating statements from the Chicago, Dallas, New York, and San Franscisco stores. Booting her computer, Belle quickly pulled up the test market scores that she would need for her own presentation. She had been working steadily on this project for months. Belle had wanted to present this advertising idea to John after the day of 9-11 had changed her own life. Having lived before, during , and after the events in New York, she had come to realize that high society fashion statements were a thing of the past. Most people were still trying to get on with their lives, and would not care about what color was in for the season or high the hem length was going to be. Current status reports indicated that more and moe women were working to supplement the family income in a two parent household; women were working so they could raise a child without a companion; and Belle thought to herself, there were women, like me, who wanted to make something of themselves and of course since money didn't grow on trees, they had to work for a living too.
Belle looked up from her reading as a knock sounded on the door. "Come in" she called out as Brady stuck his head in through the open door. "Hi Tink, want some company before we got into the lion's den?"
Rising up, she met him with a hug "Sure thing Brady. But do you think it will be a tough morning?"
Brady sat on the corner of Belle's desk as he picked up her pen and started twirling it through his fingers. "The figures look promising going into late spring. We have Easter, Mother's Day, graduation and Father's Day sales forecasts to project. Then, there will be talk about the new lease on the building Dad wants to take over down in New Orleans. The fifth store to open under the Basic Black name will be big news when it hits Wall Street. The company stock will continue to rise. Investment firms call every day wanting tips. You'll be pretty big news too, Belle. Didn't I hear it mentioned that you wanted to present a new concept today?"
Walking over to the window, Belle looked down on the landscaped lawn and entrance way into the store. "Yes, Brady, you heard right. I hope that it will go over well too, especially with Mr. Callahan. You know he has gone round and round with Dad over the years.
"I know. They have butted heads on a lot of projects. Then they would meet for a round of golf and presto! It was if they were the best of friends." Brady took off his glasses and polished them on a handkerchief that was monagrammed with his initials. "How's Shawn?"Brady was watching carefully to gage any reaction from Belle. He was rewarded with a blush as she turned away from him. Things were going well then, he thought.
Sitting down in the desk chair, Belle started placing her reports into a manilla folder to take into the boardroom. Shifting one stocking clad leg over the other one, Belle was quietly remembering being in Shawn's embrace. Feeling heat flush her cheeks, she recalled how much attention Shawn had given to her lips and neck. She wanted him to touch her again. She wanted to see if she would feel the same way once more. Would her senses be enflamed with passion, or would the sensations have just been like a bolt of lightening,a flash of light and then they would disappear? Only time would tell. But, she so wanted to feel like that again.
"He's fine. He said that you and a group of guys watched the championship game from that basketball tournament on Monday night." Belle leaned back as she spoke, smiling as she remembered that Shawn had called late after the guys went home, to see how her first day at work had went."
He's going to pilot the "Black Beauty" for Aunt Vivian and her friends from that magazine on Saturday. She roped him in without too much trouble. She just batted her lashes and begged. Ivan gets motion sickness from being out on the water."
"Boy, do I remember that ! I learned the hard way too." Brady stood as he straightened his suit jacket. "Dad, Ivan, Bobby Joe Russell, and I were all going camping/fishing one weekend with our scout troop, when BJ and I were trying to earn our merit badges of living out in the wilderness. Ivan was so sick,he made us all miserable." Opening the door for Belle to preceed him Brady continued,"I sure was glad when we came home. Aunt Vivian met us down at the dock and I'll never forget how much she fawned all over Ivan. He ate it up too."
Arriving at the door to the conference room, Brady kissed Belle on her cheek as he said,"Good Luck,Tink. You'll have them eating out of your palm in no time. My money is on you."
Vivian and Ivan were strolling across the lawn when Belle pulled up that night. "How are you Belle? How did John like your presentation? Was he impressed with all your research and hard work?" Vivian knew that Belle had worked hard and wanted her to succeed on her own merit. John had always taught the children that they should earn their rewards, not just expect them as a reflection from having the same last name as the company.
Belle dropped her briefcase as she flung her arms out and spun around."Yes, Aunt Vivian. Can you believe it? Kate Roberts was here from the Dallas divison. She was very enthusiastic about the career oriented woman's wardrobe. The new line of lingerie with my friend, Irene as the main designer is still in a tentative stage." Belle slowed down as she held onto Ivan's arm until her head stopped spinning.
"Mr. Callahan was the hold out on this one. I have to have the line ready to be shown at the July show in New York. That's only three months until we walk down the runway. I talked with Irene and Nicholas both today. Nicholas has already lined up models for the show and will be coordinating it from that end. Irene has turned her loft apartment into a sewers room. We are going to turn heads, Aunt Vivian. I just know it."
Belle's excitement was contagious. Vivian and Ivan were both happy that all was going like Belle had anticipated. "That's marvalous Isabella. You must now celebrate your good fortune." Ivan escorted them into the back hallway that led to the kitchen. "Madame, would you like some champagne? he asked bringing out a chilled bottle.
Belle's grin lit up her face. "Yes, darling. Open it for us." Reaching her hand out to Ivan's shoulder she let it drop to his hips as she walked behind him. "I'll get the glasses. Isabella, I'll make the first toast to you."
After the champagne was opened and the glasses were filled Vivian raised her glass up."To Isabella, may your light continue to shine as brightly tomorrow as it does today. May your eyes still be as full of stars, and may your heart be as full of happiness."
"Here, here."Ivan cheered while trying to whistle through his teeth. "To Isabella."
Drinking the sparkling bubbles, Belle was glad that she had accomplished the first stage of her campaign. Now if only the end results would be as well received. She feverently hoped they would be.
Belle was stepping out of the shower when she heard her cell phone ring. Since she wasn't expecting anyone to call so late, she was hesitant about answering. Reaching for a towel she quickly wrapped it around herself, as she hurried across the bedroom. "Hello," She wished she had picked up another towel for her head as drips from the wet trails of hair were falling on her shoulders.
"Hello Peaches. How was the big day?"Shawn's husky voice filled her ear as she grabbed the phone with both hands.
"Shawn, I'm so glad you called. It was wonderful! I wish you could have been here to celebrate with us tonight." Belle breathed into the phone as she struggled with the towel. "Can you hang on a minute,Shawn?" Not waiting for an answer she quickly went back to the bath and slipped on a terry cloth robe and got a dry towel for her hair.
"OK, I'm back. Are you still there, Shawn?"
The rumble of his voice was sending chills down her spine. "I'm not going anywhere Belle. I'm finally home for the evening." Tossing his bath towel across the shower curtain rod, he ran a hand through his hair as he walked back into his bedroom."I tried to reach you this evening after I got in off of the lake but then I got called out again. I wanted to hear about your day." Turning back the cover, he stretched out under the sheet.
Belle reached up and blotted most of the moisture from her hair as she answered."It was wonderful! Shawn, I was so scared when I first went in this morning but Brady showed up at the door and broke the ice. When the time came to actually get up and speak in front of the board," Belle paused, as she stepped up on the stool at the side of her antique queen sized four poster bed. She continued speaking as she pulled back the comfortor and blankets and crawled in the middle of the bed."Let me put the pillows behing my head Shawn, and then I'll finish telling you the story." Belle was finally settled in a comfortable position.
"Then, they all sat around and listened to the ideas that I had and after a lengthly discussion, the board agreed on some of the ideas. The most important factors are that they are willing to give me a chance to expound on the idea of the more career oriented woman and what she wears. I have until July to see that this is a marketable concept. Then if it doesn't pan out, I guess I have to come up with something else."
Shawn was having a hard time getting past the fact that Belle was in the bed and his thoughts were betraying him. Shifting himself underneath the sheet, he tried to tell himself to think about football, the weather, anything but Belle alone in the bed.
His voice had dropped a tone as he said,"That's great Peaches! I knew you had it in you to knock them over."
"How about your day? Why was it so long?" Belle reached over to squeeze some lotion, from the bottle that sat on her night stand, into her hands as she rubbed it in. "That feels good."
Shawn groaned as he wished he could be holding her. "What feels good Belle? Would you like my hands to be stroking your back?" he waited for her reply as he shifted again.
Belle's eyes opened wide as she wondered where this conversation was going. "Actually, I was rubbing in some lotion on my hands but, Shawn," she took a steading breath as she whispered,"I wish you were here rubbing my shoulders and back." There, she had admitted it. Now the ball was in his court.
Shawn gulped as the sheet shifted on it's own this time. The bulge underneath was starting to rise. He spoke softly, "Peaches, I would like to take that lotion and warm it between my hands and stroke it down your shoulders, smoothing it in, in a slow circular path. What scent are you wearing tonight?" Shawn was about to see how far he could lead Belle over the phone and see if she would follow him.
"It's the vanilla scent from the cosmetic section in Basic Black. It's got a rich creamy feel to it and I like how soft it makes my skin feel." Bellle said this innocently but was starting to picture Shawn, stretched out beside her, touching her in places no one ever had.
Groaning, Shawn reached under the sheet to move himself once more, but ended up using a hard stoke for a minute. Breathing hard, he asked," Where else would you like me rub the lotion in, Isabella?" He had given up on relaxing.
Using her given name in that husky growl, made Belle aware that the cool air was teasing her nipples as the lapels from her robe had come open while she moved on the bed. Wishing that Shawn could touch her breasts, she reached up and touched the top globe herself. Not just the same feeling though, she said to herself.
"I wish you would part my robe and hold my breasts. They liked the attention the other night. I did too, Shawn. Then, your hands could warm the lotion and rub it in, going around and around and around until I can't stand it anymore."
"Then what would I do, Belle?"
"You would lean forward and trace the top with your tongue and then follow it..... with kisses and then....... take it in your mouth and suckle the crest until...." Belle stopped as she felt her pulse racing.
Shawn closed his eyes, visions of Belle in the nude, Belle wearing only a g-sting, Belle dripping wet from his mouth while screaming his name, Belle curled up beside him with her hair spread on his pillow, filled his mind. "Now, that your breasts have been sufficiently carressed and tasted, I think my hands would most likely try to rub you in other places to Peaches. I think my mouth would follow your ribs and stop in the well of your navel. After sipping from here and giving you time to like this, I would most likely explore further."Shawn was hard as steel thinking of Belle like this.
Belle on the same token was wanting to be with Shawn too. "My fingers would slip down and touch your folds. They would be wet with your love juices. I would slide a finger inside and then touch your clit..... Can you feel how wet you are Peaches?"Shawn groaned as he heard Belle's low moan through the telephone.
"Shawn, I feel so......excited... I don't know how else to explain it."Belle was whispering. "I feel..... hot all over, achy ...needy... and I wish......."
"You wish what Peaches?" Shawn ran a hand over his face trying to come to terms with the idea they were actually having phone sex.
" that ... I could ....touch you too." She heard Shawn groan low in his throat. "I would like to kiss you and make you ache the same way I am now."
"Oh don't worry, Belle. I'm in a very hard place right now...... I do ache for you."
Belle gently smiled as she whispered, "I'm glad you feel that way too Shawn. I guess we had better say good night."
"Good night Isabella. Dream of me." Shawn blew her a kiss through the phone as he hung up.
Getting up, he looked down. The happy trail and the good 'ole boy below was going to get a rude awaking in the ice cold shower. He wondered if he ran it for an hour would his body cool down.
It was doubtful.