Breaker's Passion (19 page)

Colby’s voice was little more than a whisper prompting Elizabeth to turn around. Standing in front of her was the woman who had made her laugh, willingly jump off a mountain, and swim with the turtles off the bow of the catamaran. She had taught her to surf, eat sushi in a restaurant in Lahaina, and laugh at her own clumsiness. She made her heart thunder in her chest and her blood race so fast Elizabeth thought she might die. She had touched her like no one ever had, and more than once she felt as if she had died and floated to heaven. And she was asking her to stay.

Wordlessly Colby took her hand, and in the next instant they were naked in Colby’s small bed in her tiny apartment sharing wonderful sensations. Colby made love to her with a patience that drove her wild with need.

It started with her kisses, and Colby’s kiss was never enough. Tenderly she kissed Elizabeth’s eyes, her cheeks, the line of her jaw, until her soft lips had touched almost every inch of Elizabeth’s face. Colby was a fabulous kisser and Elizabeth desperately wanted their lips together, Colby’s strong, demanding tongue in her mouth. But every time she turned her head toward Colby’s kisses, Colby moved away until Elizabeth was gasping in need. Colby finally covered her mouth with hers.

Slowly at first, almost tentatively, Colby trailed her tongue over Elizabeth’s swollen lips, then teased her until she finally decided to slip inside. Their tongues danced and Elizabeth willingly followed where Colby led.

Colby lay beside her and explored Elizabeth’s body as if it were unfamiliar terrain. However, it hardly was. Elizabeth was certain Colby knew the location of every crease, freckle, and scar. She knew where Elizabeth was ticklish, where she needed to be touched firmly, and where just a breath of a touch would send a jolt from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. And she used that knowledge to drive Elizabeth crazy with desire.

Featherlight kisses caressed her throat, then Colby traced the pounding vein in her neck with her teeth. Her hands weren’t still but slowly moved up and down Elizabeth’s sides, each trip just that much closer to her breasts. Elizabeth arched into the stroke and groaned her frustration when Colby kept caressing her.

Colby’s mouth eased down Elizabeth’s neck at the same time her right hand edged up to cup her breast. Lightly licking her breast like a precious flower, Colby ignored the nipple that was begging for attention. Elizabeth wanted Colby to flick her hot tongue over the tight nipple and suck the hard tip until she came. Colby must have read her mind because she started with the breast in her hand and, when she had her fill, moved on to the other.

Elizabeth’s moans of ecstasy filled the small room and Colby slowed her pace. They had been together enough times for Colby to sense when she was on the verge of orgasm, and one more bite on the sensitive tip would do it.

Colby moved her hand down her stomach and slid her fingers through her warm, wet folds.

“Picture my face between your legs, my lips on you, my tongue rubbing you, right there where you need it. I feel it. Picture me looking up at you. Your juices on my face, my eyes locked with yours. What are you thinking? What do you want to say? You know what I hear you say? I hear you saying, ‘Fuck me. Lick my pussy. Lick me, lick me, lick me.’ Picture my head rocking back and forth as my tongue fucks you until you come.”

Elizabeth bit hard into her neck, her scream smothered.

Her breathing slowly returned to its natural cadence. Her throat was raw and she was still more than a little light-headed. Sex with Colby was astonishing.

“Well, now that’s settled,” she said, almost embarrassingly. Colby held her hand, stopping her retreat.

“Elizabeth?”

She didn’t know if it was a question or simply her name.

Colby lifted her chin. “Look at me.”

Elizabeth had trouble obeying the soft command, but the sound of Colby’s voice overrode her hesitation.

“You’re beautiful.” The same simple words she’d said that first night.

“Miss Collins?” The desk clerk’s voice plunged her headlong back to the present. She had to blink several times to drive the erotic dream from her mind. It was a few more seconds before she could answer coherently. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I asked if you enjoyed your stay?” The look on the clerk’s face said she expected nothing other than a resounding yes. Elizabeth didn’t disappoint her as she folded her receipt in half.

“If I may ask,” the clerk paused, “what was the most enjoyable part of your visit to Maui?”

Elizabeth hesitated. Everything in her wanted to say Colby. She would be the only memory Elizabeth would keep with her forever. Long after the beautiful beaches dissolved in her mind and the fiery sunsets faded in her photographs, she would remember Colby coming out of the water, mastering Mother Nature’s waves, laughing, smiling when she looked at her. Her body would never forget Colby’s skillful, yet tender touch.

Elizabeth looked around the lush lobby one last time before answering. “Everything.”

Colby stopped the mower and turned off the engine. The ticking of the cooling motor was all she could hear over the hammering beat of her heart. Two weeks had passed since she had come here, back to her house. She had performed this benign household chore more often than she needed, and whether it was the melodic hum of the motor, the warmth of the sun on her face, or communing with nature, her mind was clearer than it had been in years. The sun was brighter today, the chirping of the birds clearer, the roar of the surf louder. She had just emerged from the overcast skies that had been her life for the past three years.

Elizabeth. The reason was as clear as the sky overhead. Elizabeth had come into her life, and her heart and body had switched back on. Only it wasn’t that quick or that finite. It resembled many other aspects of nature. A butterfly floated in the air and Colby thought of a caterpillar, moving through life one millimeter at a time, then weaving its cocoon and waiting until the right time to explode into life.

She was like that butterfly or, more correctly, had been the caterpillar hunkered down in her cocoon waiting for someone to come into her life and unravel her protective barrier. Not just anyone, for she had more than a few opportunities. The first time she saw Elizabeth she began to transform into her new life.

Colby sat in the middle of her yard, where she had always felt the most comfortable, the most real, and all the pieces fell into place. The prickling sensation that someone was watching her, the first time she saw Elizabeth sitting on the beach, the overwhelming need to kiss her, to touch her.

Often throughout the past few years she had needed a connection, the touch of another human being. She had always believed she was getting it from the sometimes-anonymous sex, when what she needed was the absolute opposite. Yes, she needed connection, but she needed something emotional, not physical. She just didn’t realize it until Elizabeth.

She had spent more time wanting to be with Elizabeth than she had actually been with her. She had no idea when it happened, but it was as clear to her as if it had been tattooed on her chest at the Painted Lady. Elizabeth was the light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. She was the ray of hope Colby had been unknowingly searching for.

Colby sat frozen in the seat, stunned by the realization of what her life had been and what it could be. Elizabeth wasn’t her reason for living, but she gave her the nudge she needed to get on with her life.

She looked around. Her house, the beautiful grounds she cultivated with her own hands, the breathtaking view didn’t symbolize anything. She didn’t have to live a life of sparseness to pay her debt to Gretchen. Gretchen would have done what she intended to one way or another. She simply chose to take Colby with her. But at what cost? By allowing herself to be dragged into Gretchen’s selfishness, Colby was hurting the ones she loved, who loved her, the children she could otherwise be helping. Who was the selfish one now?

Could she go back to her life before? Before Gretchen killed herself? Before she became oblivious to the world around her other than her patients? Did she want to live that way again? She would fall into the same trap if she didn’t consciously change her attitude. Change what really mattered to her. Could she do it? Did she want to? Could she live with herself if she didn’t?

She’d never shied away from the unknown in her old life. She took it as a challenge, not stopping until she conquered it. But she wasn’t that person now. She was still learning who she was and where Elizabeth fit into her life. The answers to these questions scared the hell out of her.

“President Collins, are you all right?”

The question from one of the students caught her off guard. She looked at the pimple-faced freshman. “Of course. I’m sorry. What was your name again?” It was the second week in September, freshman orientation day at Embers College, and three hundred eager, anonymous faces surrounded Elizabeth.

Most of her peers at other colleges didn’t bother to attend orientation, but she missed the one-on-one connection with the students and enjoyed helping them through this all-important first day. The girl repeated her name and Elizabeth knew she would eventually remember it, but not today. Shit, the way she was going she couldn’t remember where she was supposed to be this afternoon.

Since returning from Maui she had been restless, forgetful, distracted, and downright spacy. What was supposed to be relaxing and invigorating had ended up being just the opposite. She felt more drained now than before she left.

She knew what the problem was but didn’t admit it to anyone. She had put on a false bravado, talking about her vacation in glorious terms but never alluding to the heartbreak she endured. The only person she couldn’t fool was Diane, who had called her on it the minute the words were out of her mouth.

“You’re full of shit, Elizabeth.”

“I beg your pardon?” They were having dinner at Rombasto’s, their favorite Italian restaurant, and the back-to-school crowd was noisy. Diane had been busy with her mother’s recovery, and this was their first opportunity to get together. Elizabeth was still in her work clothes, and her feet hurt from being cramped in heels all day. She had lost weight since Maui, but her skirt and suit jacket still felt confining. She ached for shorts and flip-flops.

“You heard me. Your sappy, happy stories may work on the people at school, but I see right through them. What really happened? And don’t tell me ‘nothing.’” Diane pointed her fork at her.

Elizabeth didn’t know where to begin. Diane knew about Colby, or at least what little Elizabeth had shared with her. She’d been evading the real discussion with Diane when they talked on the phone. But now she couldn’t, with her sitting across the table. How could she explain that she had fallen in love with the surgeon turned surf instructor?

The words sounded as ridiculous in her head as they would if she said them out loud. For crying out loud, she was single, on vacation in paradise, and she fell for a local beauty. How pathetic did that sound? Sure, she had been due for some physical connection and a vacation fling was perfect, but to end up in love with her? That was out of the realm of even what she would have expected.

Her heart, on the other hand, wasn’t listening. Night after night as she lay awake, remembering the feel of Colby’s body under her, the touch of her hand, the scent of her skin, she had tried to persuade herself to get on the first plane back to the island.

During dessert, Diane told her that if she was in love with Colby to go get her. She even told her to drag her back to Essington and damn the consequences. But in the harsh light of day Elizabeth realized just how stupid and careless that would be. Colby didn’t love her, couldn’t love her, wouldn’t allow herself to be loved.

The line in the security screening area snaked around the stanchions like the lines at Disneyland. Her patience wasn’t what it used to be and, with the speed of this line, she wouldn’t get to her gate for at least another thirty minutes. She had no luggage. Why wasn’t there a line for people who didn’t have any carry-on crap that needed to be scanned? All she had was her wallet, her ticket, and a prayer that this wouldn’t be a wasted trip.

Will she see me? Has she moved on? Hell, will she even open the door? The questions bounced around in her head as the line crawled forward. She showed her identification and boarding pass, then had to wait in the line behind a woman with twins trying to go through the metal detector. Because she had made her reservation last night and had checked no luggage, she was subject to an additional security check. The TSA officer was friendly but professional as she ran her hands over her body, searching for anything that shouldn’t be there. Finally, after what felt like forever, she was walking down the concourse to her departure gate.

The flight was long, made especially so by the delay on the tarmac in Houston where she had changed planes. According to the pilot they were fifteenth in line on the runway and hadn’t moved when he came on ten minutes later, again informing them that due to weather it would be another thirty minutes until they were cleared to take off.

The only thing that did go right was that there was no line at the taxi stand. She gave the address to the driver and sat back for the final leg of her journey. It had been a hard one. The last month had been filled with misery, doubt, and hours of reflection. Was she willing to completely change her life? What would her friends think? What would her family say?

Her hand was shaking and she hesitated before she knocked. Was she ready for this? Was she ready to be rejected again? Was she ready to be loved? Was she ready to make this commitment? She raised her hand, her knuckles connecting with the white door. A voice behind the door told her to hang on. She wasn’t sure how long she could. The door opened and she lost all breath. Shock filled the face looking right at her. She held her breath and the world stopped.

This was it. The most pivotal moment of her life up to this point. The most important seconds of the rest of her life.

“If you tell me to go away, I will.”