Blind Passion: Intimate Encounters Volume I (7 page)

Fully sated,
they cleaned themselves up and slipped between the crisp sheets on Ethan’s bed. Diane lay her head against his chest, and trailed her fingers through the soft hairs. The rhythm of his heart beating brought her comfort, almost lulling her to sleep. Soft light from a hanging lamp filtered through the room, giving off a candle-like glow.




“Ethan, what was bothering you earlier?”
she just had to know.


“You mean, when we were on the couch?” His voice was rough, and filled with pain. He entwined his fingers with hers and they held hands.




“Yes.”

“Well.” He hesitated for a moment. “I worry that one day you may find my blindness to be a hindrance.”




Shocked, Diane sat straight up and frowned. “You’re kidding me, right?”  How could a man so confident and bold be so insecure? He was beautiful, and she found no fault in him whatsoever. She admired everything he had to offer.




“Ethan, no. How could you possibly think that of me?”




“Sweetheart, I can never drive a car, ride a bike, or watch a movie with you. I can never—“ His words ended abruptly. Silence was deafening. “In the past, I was often reminded of my handicap, in such a harsh way. Sometimes, people can be so cruel.”




It cut her to the quick to see him like this. “Those things don’t matter to me.” She scratched her head. We can talk with each other, be compassionate and loving, where others have failed. I can watch your back, and you watch mine. It’s a team effort on both sides, you know that.”




“One thing I know, you have a knack for making me feel better.” He reached out and carefully brushed the back of his hand against her cheek. He smiled and explored her facial features. “Woman, you’re so beautiful, inside and out.” His blue eyes twinkled—or was it tears forming within them?

“Now, your turn. Something bothered you too.”




Diane clasped her hand on his before nuzzling her cheek against his hand. She sighed and kissed his hand before squeezing it tight. “Before you, I was with someone who was careless and very selfish. He wasn’t very nice to me.” She shuddered when anger changed Ethan’s features.




“Okay. So—he hurt you?”




“Yes.”



Ethan curled his fists, and his body shook. “I see.” His squared jaw was tight, his lips formed a cruel line. Cocking his head to the side, he arched a brow. “Is that why you were uncomfortable downstairs?” Regret reflected on his face, but she had to reassure him.




“Nothing to be sorry about. That was a long time ago, but sometimes the memories come back to haunt me.” She looked into his eyes, and grasped his chin. “I don’t regret anything we did tonight. I’ve never had anyone love me the way you have. It was so much more than something physical. The emotional connection we shared tonight was so intense.”




“It was, wasn’t it? It was natural and felt so right. It was meant to be Diane. I don’t know about you, but I’m dragging ass,” he joked, holding out his arms to her. She smiled and glanced at the clock. “It’s almost five o clock,” she said with a yawn before slipping into his arms, pulling the sheets and comforter over them.



She sighed and smiled as Ethan gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Good night doll,” he said in a deep voice.




“Good night Ethan,” she replied before slipping into a deep sleep.

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Charisma Knight lives in the Maryland area with her youngest daughter and husband. You'll discover her stories are a mixture of erotica and erotic romance that contain a wild edge with a little fantasy sprinkled throughout. If you're an avid reader of Charisma's stories, don't be shy—she loves to receive e-mails from readers. You may contact her via her website.