Free This Stream of Dreams (Mirella, Rashid and Adam Book 2) by Roberta Latow Page A

David and part John Wayne. His vigorous good looks remindme of America and every handsome movie hero who crossed the great plains on the screen to the wild West.”
    Suddenly, lamps down on the beach were turned on and they cast a milky white light, because of the fog, that allowed Mirella to see Adam clearly, naked and rampant framed against the light with an extraordinarily beautiful serenity in the long lines of his body, the way he held his head. She had never seen him so serene. Not for the first time, on this her wedding day, was she made aware of what a rare man she had married.
    There were moments when she found the reality — not the idea — of being married to Adam daunting, and wondered if she was capable of being a wife to him, or any other man for that matter. Thirty-nine years of living on her own without a permanent live-in mate was a good basis for insecurity, she believed. But those moments were fleeting, made so by the power of Adam’s love for her. Mirella had learned during the hours of the lust they shared that afternoon that she had not been the only partner in their relationship to have totally submitted herself for the first time to aphrodisia and another human being. Adam had done the same.
    She sat up in the bed and called his name, but he didn’t hear her. He appeared to be far, far away in his thoughts. Mirella called again just a little bit louder, and again there was no response. She stood up and was about to go to him, but she sensed it was not the moment, and stopped, ever cautious not to impinge on his space or interrupt what appeared to be a special private time for Adam.
    Instead she walked across the room and went into the bathroom and very quietly closed the door. She ran the water into the rub and sprinkled half a bottle of Barynia into it and the scent of a wild and wonderful flower garden burst into the room. Then she climbed into the deep old-fashioned bath.
    Mirella was surprised when, after her bath, wrapped in a full-length scarlet terrycloth robe, she opened the bathroom door and found the bedroom still in darkness, Adam standing exactly where she had left him. She could hear the faint sound of music drifting up from the Tango Room and knew that the first private hours of her married life with Adam were over. It was time for Mr. and Mrs. Corey to dress and receive their guests at the ball.
    She walked through the path of light spilling out from thebathroom and across the hooked rug of the bedroom floor and halted behind Adam. The scent of her perfume penetrated his thoughts and brought him back to the present, just as she slid her arms around his waist and up to his chest and caressed him.
    “Remember me? I’m Mrs. Corey,” she said, planting a kiss in the middle of his back, then another up on his shoulder blade. He covered her hands with his and pulled her tighter up against him.
    Mirella rested her cheek against his naked back and asked, “Where were you in your thoughts? You seemed light years away.”
    “I wasn’t that far, but I was a good distance away, in what seems like another life, because you weren’t with me, because I didn’t even know you then.”
    He turned in her arms and kissed her, ran his fingers through her hair, smiled at her, and then kissed her with infinite tenderness and caring again. He licked the back of her ear with his tongue.
    “You smell like a flower garden just after the rain,” he said, “and you taste of almonds, and I love you, Mrs. Corey, as I have never loved any other woman.”
    “How I like hearing that, Adam. You have no idea how much. When I woke up and I saw you standing here naked and alone, you had the most wonderful look of serenity about you. You looked so beautiful, I don’t mean handsome — beautiful. I called you, but you were lost in another world, the past, I thought. I left you in your past, not wanting to interrupt it, because I would have been a stranger there, and the last thing I want is to be a stranger in