shooting the target. Parker was getting comfortable with the gun and owed everything to Sam. He loved her so much and all he could do is watch as she suffered internally. He wished that he could help her as she had helped him.
A couple of weeks went by and Parker still watched her struggle with nightmares and fear. He could tell by the look in her eyes when she stared at the flames of the fire, that she was thinking about what that Jack had put her through.
He sat on the sofa and watched her as she sat on the floor, staring at the fire. He poured them both a glass of wine and handed her a glass. “Sam?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Please, sit here with me,” she patted the floor. He sat down next to her. “What’re you thinking about?” “How I haven’t been fair to you,” she sighed.
“Sam, I don’t understand. You haven’t done anything wrong to
me,” he said.
“Well, you know, I kidnapped you. I tied you up. I slapped you.
I faked your death. I left you handcuffed all day to a chair.” “I got over that. I wasn’t even mad about it. I know why you did
that. I’m still sorry that I didn’t give you all the details about it,” he said. “I forgave you. Then, all this week, you and I … we haven’t
made love. I want to … but … I’m scared.”
“Tell me. Why are you scared? I won’t hurt you, but I won’t
push you either.”
“I’m scared. I want to make love to you. I want to show you that
I love you. I want to feel you close to me. I need to feel that. I don’t
know if I’ll be able to handle it. I don’t know if we started … and I had
to stop … if you’d…”
“If I’d stop?”
“Yeah,” she put her head down.
“I would. Sam, if you want to try to make love, we can try. If
you can’t handle it, I’ll stop. I promise. It’s all right.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, you know, we could always do our first experiment,” he
grinned.
“What was that?”
“You know, the one where we were getting comfortable with
one another and see where it leads us. If you have to stop, then we’ll
stop.”
“I think I could handle that. Could you? I mean… even if I
wasn’t up to … you know …relievingyou…” she smiled slightly. “If I have to do that myself, I can. Believe me, I’ve done itplenty
of times,” he laughed. “Can I just hold you here for a little while?” “Yeah, I’d like that,” she said, as he wrapped his arm around her. “You’re safe here and I’ll always take care of you, just as you do
for me,” he kissed her cheek.
“You’re the best, you know that,” she grinned.
“I try,” he said, as they gazed at the fire together.
She took his hand and led him to the master bedroom. “OK. Time to get comfortable with each other,” she said, as she unbuttoned his shirt.
He smiled at her and never took his loving eyes off her. “Yeah, like we’re the only ones in the room.”
She leaned up and ran her hands through his dark hair.
“Sam, you are a beautiful woman,” he lightly touched her scar on her forehead.
“Thank you,” she said.
He lightly touched her face and pulled her into a soft kiss. She gave into his passionate kisses. “Sam, it’s all right. Close your eyes and feel it.”
“I know,” she whispered. “OK, now… clothes off.”
“Um, do we undress ourselves or each other?” he asked.
“Each other,” she nodded. “I’ll start with you,” she smiled, as she slipped his T-shirt over his head. She lightly ran her hands down his chest and unzipped his pants. “OK, step out,” she smiled.
“My turn?” he asked.
“Um, yeah, go ahead,” she said nervously.
“If you don’t want me to…”
“I do. Please,” she said, as she took his hands and placed them on her chest. “You do feel good.”
He slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slid it down her shoulders. He unhooked her bra and let it fall gently to the ground. He lightly ran his hands down her hips and zipped her jeans.
Slowly, she stepped out of him. He never took his eyes from her eyes. She gazed at him and hugged him tightly.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes, can you hold me this close to you for a while?” she cried.
He scooped her up and carried her over to the bed and held her closely. “How’s this?”
“Tighter,” she said, as she held onto his arms that were wrapped around her.
“Is this better?” he asked.
“Yeah, oh, are yousureyou can wait?” she said.
“Well, you turn me on, sorry. Yeah, I can wait,” he said. “I want you to get comfortable with me again. I don’t want to do anything wrong.”
“You aren’t. Believe me, you aren’t. You feel so good,” she turned and faced him. “Do you think I’m damaged?”
“No. Never. I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not,” she leaned in and kissed him passionately. “PK?”
“Yeah, babe?” he asked, as he kissed her forehead.
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she said. “Please,” she cried.
He wiped the tears from her eyes. “No tears, babe. If you change your mind or it hurts, tell me and I’ll stop.”
“All right,” she pulled him on top of her. “PK, you feel so good,” she moaned as he made love to her long and gentle. She was healing and he made her better. She had to get rid of her past feelings and move on, and she hoped that deep inside, she’d be able to do so. She knew one day that she may have to confront them … but she wasn’t ready to do it … yet.
Parker held her tightly, as she laid her head on his bare chest. “Rest my love,” he said, as he ran his fingers through her hair.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for loving me.”
“Thank you for letting me,” he kissed her forehead.