When she reached the hips again and asked if Danny was ready to turn over, Danny smiled and asked if she realized she’d missed a spot. Danny could hear the amused sarcasm in her voice as she asked him to please turn over and if he really wanted his butt massaged she could always do it later. Danny wondered if that was a challenge.
“You should not be here. You must leave at once” a silky voice spoke gently.
I never was someone who could sing well, but with the lifeless infant in my arms, it was all I could think of to do.
“Have you ever seen a desert storm?”
She shook her head, her long brown hair flying about her face. He was behind her – she could feel his heat against her back – his hands resting lightly on her hips. They stood together on a high ledge looking out over the oasis. His hands moved with a familiar ease to circle around her stomach as he pulled her back against the hardness of his body. She leaned her head back until it rested comfortably just below his shoulder.
She’d seen him watching her at the party all evening.
Ardeth stood before the long oblong swivel mirror and attempted to brush the mass of tangles from his long thick hair. He’d just finished bathing and his bronzed skin still held the warm dampness from the water. A white towel wrapped around his narrow waist was all that clothed his hard muscled body as he pursed his lips together in frustration. He winced slightly at the throbbing pain from the nasty gash on his upper right arm as he tried to maneuver the brush through his hair. It was even worse when he tried to use his left hand.
“Allah! Why do I bother?” he growled in frustration as the tangles refused to budge. “I should just cut it all off!”
“Don’t you dare!” came the soft whispered feminine threat from behind him as he spun around to find Evy staring wide eyed at him from the doorway.