Free Thunder In Her Body by C. B. Stanton Page A

in my wing,” he said with a bit of a plea in his voice.   Clare blushed before he said, “There’s my master bedroom and two pleasant guest rooms with their own baths on this side.  On Blaze’s side, there’s another master suite and a large guest room with its own bath, plus he has his own office over there and I have mine over here,” Aaron explained.
    “Ho w many square feet is your home?” Lynette asked curious because of its vastness.
    “It’s a little short of 4000 square feet, give or take a foot or so, not counting the garage,” Aaron replied.  “Matter of fact, come on.  I think we’re through with this meal, let’s give y’all a tour of the house.”
    Blaze rose immediately and pulled Lynette’s chair back for her, as did Aaron for Clare.  The men showed the ladies around this magnificent home and the dogs trailed along behind, waiting for the first available hand to pet them.  Obviously, a decorator had been employed, but there were also a number of personal items collected by both men, well-placed in the home.
     
    The various bathrooms were all tiled in either smooth beige granite or tumbled cream-colored terrazzo with both a tub and enclosed glass shower in each.  Instead of plain cabinets, the face bowls sat on real pieces of furniture, more like a dresser than a bath cabinet with either multi-colored slate, or black marble counter tops.  The light fixtures were exquisite; some made of hand pounded, punched copper.  Other fixtures were crafted of wrought iron, and there was one huge antler chandelier in the family room.  The home was elegant without being ostentatious.  It was completely furnished in fine Southwestern decor with authentic Indian rugs hanging here and there on the stucco walls.  The tinted walls turned various shades from beige to bronze, changing color with the movement of the light. When the sun was obscured, the Spanish sconces turned the hallway walls a deep orange-gold.
     
    Blaze showed Lynette the large guest suite on his wing first with its en-suite bath, then he guided her into his master suite.  It was manly, with a large king-size bed covered in a faux suede coverlet of various shades of tan, brown, black and beige.  The spacious room was decorated in Navajo-like colors with a heavy touch of black.  Lynette, being highly tactile, gently rubbed her hand across part of the coverlet, while Blaze leaned against the hand-made Mexican armoire.  With arms folded across his chest, he watched her touch the fine woods of his bed and the smoothness of the bed covers .
    “What a beautiful place you have here, Blaze.  Very tasteful, very welcoming,” she complimented.  She didn’t know what else to say.  It was exquisitely done with a gorgeous Kiva fireplace on the wall opposite the huge bed.  “I love a fireplace in the bedroom,” she said.
    “You can lay up on the bed if you’d like,” he suggested softly, without moving from his position against the armoire.
    She was silent for a moment before she spoke.
    “That would be a bit dangerous, don’t you think,” she said looking away from his stare.  The sexual tension between them was palpable.  It was clear that he wanted her.  It was plain that she wanted him, but this was not yet the time.
    As she started to exit his bedroom door, he reached for her, turned her and pinned her against the wall.  He kissed her as if that kiss was the only thing that would save his life.  She grasped at his shoulders, squeezed his neck and ran her hands into his hair, pulling hard at it.  He held the back of her head with one hand and the other forced its way between her and the wall and he caressed the fullness of her behind through her jeans.  She thrust her tongue into his wide open mouth and he bit it and suckled it and he breathed deeply, inhaling the essence of her.  He tasted her mouth, swallowed her sweet breath.  She ran her hand down the front of his blue jeans and clutched what had been there the