Evening Tryst by Shelley Munro

Author:Shelley Munro [Munro, Shelley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: historical romance, world war II
Publisher: Shelley Munro
Published: 2015-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Four days later, Pamela bustled around the shop, tidying up at the end of a long day. Her aunt had left early, wanting to spend time with her husband in the garden. She didn’t mind closing on her own and enjoyed this time of the afternoon when her snappish customers left her in peace. Honestly, the publican’s wife treated her like the enemy, blaming her personally for the long queues to purchase butter and the shortage of cheese and real eggs.

The bell on the door tinkled and her head jerked up. She smiled automatically. “Sorry, I’m about to—”

“Close?” Michael asked, shooting the bolt on the door and turning the Open sign around to read Closed. He prowled across the floor toward her before leading her into the back room.

Her heart went pitter-patter, thudding violently against her breast. She’d thought about him often, reliving their night together. She’d hoped to see him again, prayed for it, but she was also realistic enough to know he’d have limited time off. German bombers struck London every night now, putting everyone under pressure.

He leaned closer, his eyes glowing with tenderness. She blinked and the emotion disappeared, so she wondered if she’d imagined his expression. He cupped her face with one hand, smiled, and leaned closer to steal a kiss.

It was affectionate. Sweet. And it made her want more. She didn’t know what it was about Michael, but he made her happy, made her think of the future. Their future, if they both survived this hellish war.

She opened her mouth and his tongue slipped inside. A soft frisson of pleasure hummed through her. She moaned, a tiny sound of need, and pressed closer. A hairpin jabbed her scalp but she didn’t care. He was here, and in one piece.

“Can you stay the night?” Forward, she knew, but she’d already broken rules when she let him into her bed. Breaking a few more wouldn’t make any difference.

“No, I’m flying tonight. I have an hour before I need to return to base.” He grimaced, giving her the impression he wasn’t pleased with the idea.

She wasn’t surprised. She’d heard night flying was dangerous because of the ever-changing weather and mists. In addition, he looked exhausted. He’d lost weight, and his uniform jacket was starting to hang on him. “I shouldn’t be here, but I wanted a kiss from my lucky charm.”

He was here because of superstition? Her heart stalled at his words. Before she could question him, he backed her against the desk she used to do her paperwork. The polished wood pressed painfully against the backs of her thighs but the aches and soreness didn’t distract from his magical kiss. He nibbled the cords of her neck, slipped his hand beneath the neckline of her dress to stroke the upper slopes of her breasts. His fingers sneaked beneath a brassiere cup to fondle her breast and tug sharply at her nipple.

Their need ratcheted up into urgency. She unbuttoned his shirt, kissing and biting the smooth flesh she uncovered.

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