Fearless
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Transcript
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You are listening to Fearless written by April Wilson, narrated by Jade Brennan. I am so not a morning person but still, I can't help rousing from a deep sleep when I feel a warm finger skimming up and down my naked spine, the finger morphs into a warm hand that slips down and cups my butt cheek giving it a light squeeze. The pleasure is so intense. I moan and snuggle deeper into my pillow. It's way too early for Cohan and thought I know this because it's still dark outside our bedroom window. As usual, someone's up awfully early. He's like a furnace and the delicious heat of his big body radiates outward, sinking into my bones. I press back against him, soaking in his warmth and loving the feel of his bare skin against mine for crying out loud. It's not even dawn yet and I'm still sleepy. I groan in objection, Shane. It's too early. Go back to sleep. He chuckles at the plaintiff tone of my voice. I think he takes sadistic pleasure in waking me up early. I can't. He says moving my hair off my shoulder so he can press tiny nibbling kisses there. I have to work, sweetheart. No, you don't. You're the boss. He's not just the boss. He's the CEO surely that gives him some leeway. I just wanted to say good morning properly. He whispers his warm breath, washing over the shell of my ear, ruffling my hair and sending a shaver down my spine before I head to the office. No, I groan, burying closer. Don't go. I can feel the vibration of his quiet laugh. His lips are in my hair and he whispers to me something he knows. I find arousing. I have to, I have a conference call in 20 minutes with the director of the UK office. I turn to face him, gazing up into his beautiful blue eyes. His short brown hair is sticking up in Tuffs and I reach up to smooth one down but it's so early. Not in the UK. It isn't, it's mid morning their time. How about lunch today? Can you fit me into your busy schedule? I laugh because I don't have any sort of schedule these days since getting out of the hospital. I haven't gone back to work yet. I've been in recuperation mode giving my bruised ribs time to heal the bruises on my face. Time to fade my broken left arm, time to mend. I'm fine now for the most part and I really do need to get back to some sort of schedule. We've had this discussion before and it's never gone. Well, but since he's in such a good mood, I think I'll try again. It's time for me to go back to work. A shadow dims his expression and I know he's thinking of the assault just two months ago. I was attacked in my office, beaten and nearly killed. I haven't been back to the campus since and Shane's made it perfectly clear that he doesn't want me to go back at all with the tip of his index finger. He gently traces the shadowed remnant of a bruise on the edge of my cheek. Your bruises are nearly gone. His hand comes up and brushes my air back from my face. Tucking the tousled strands behind my ear. You don't need to go back to work, sweetheart. I'd rather you didn't, I can't sit around here all day being waited on hand and foot. It's driving me crazy. I have to do something productive besides my car payment and student loan aren't going to pay themselves, Shane deposited a large sum of money into my bank account to cover my bills while I'm out on medical leave. But I can't just keep taking his money. He strokes my cheek, honey, if it's about money, it's not just about money. Jane rolls me to my back and leans down to kiss me. His lips warm and soft languid as he teases me awake, his hand comes up to frame the side of my face. His thumbs stroking my throat. His touch is careful, gentle as if he's afraid I might break into pieces. And that's the problem. He's been treating me like a maid of spun glass ever since the assault. I know it's partly because he blames himself for what happened. I appreciate the gallantry. I really do, but I wish he'd stop being quite so gallant. I want to feel his heat and his strength again. I want to feel him surging hotly inside me. It's been so long when I open my mouth under his lazy assault, he moans and moves in for a deeper kiss. His tongue strokes mine gently teasing me and immediately I feel the blood heading south to pool between my legs, making me throb with need. What is it about this man? He can arouse me with just a simple touch. I sigh as Shane pushes the bedding down to my waist, exposing my breasts to the cool morning air, I shiver, but whether it's from the cool air or from anticipation, I'm not sure he leans down to kiss me and I run my fingers through his hair, gripping the short strands and pulling him closer. I move my hands to cup his face, loving the feel of his short beard against my palms. We make slow love with our mouth as touching and licking and tasting each other until we're both breathing hard.