Two Weeks in August (20 page)

“I think you do want me as much as I have to…have you,” she gasped once as Nina’s hand insistently closed on the softest part of her as they pressed together with eagerness.

Nina smiled to herself in the dimness. Oh yes, she wanted Hazy. More than she’d ever wanted anyone.

Hazy moved down and pressed her warm mouth against the tender spot below Nina’s navel, the sensation forcing Nina to bite her bottom lip to keep from crying out.

“Ah, Nina, I care for you too much, too much,” Hazy murmured against her yielding flesh as she moved lower, her mouth powerful against Nina’s clit. Rocked by the fierce current of passion wrought by each stroke of Hazy’s tongue, within moments Nina felt new wetness as she cried out her release. Hazy entered her then, gently, fulfilling and completing the orgasm. Closing her eyes Hazy pressed her forehead against Nina’s thigh as if savoring the waning pulsations of Nina’s body.

After some time Hazy looked up at her and Nina was surprised to see moisture shining in the shadowed eyes when the lighthouse made its brief survey across the room. A great surge of fear welled in her. She needed to tell Hazy to go, needed to escape this frightening need that consumed her. And then there was the foreignness of the new tenderness she felt for the gruff, stiff woman. She was seeing the real Hazy and the thought filled her with a fierce protectiveness.

 
Nina pulled Hazy close and rained soft kisses along her neck, her jaw, soft warm tongue pressing designs. Hazy countered by roughly teasing one firm breast peak with the tip of her fingers. Renewed reaction made Nina powerless and she threw back her head, flashing currents of pure pleasure shooting from breast to crotch. Breathless, she pulled Hazy closer, her fingers fluttering along the other’s back like butterflies at nectar.

Murmuring, Hazy moved to embrace her and their bodies slid together. Both gasped and stilled as they made the full connection of heated, wet flesh against thighs. Nina marveled at the new physical awareness she felt coursing through her. The thought,
I’ve found it
, played repeatedly through her mind, like a welcome melody.

Hazy spoke as her body trembled, her face buried in the curve of Nina’s neck. “Please,” she beseeched in a harsh whisper. “Please.”

They lay clasped together, Nina driven to the brink of madness by wanting, by fear. She moved then, slowly and sweetly, ocean waves against the shore. Nina’s hands found Hazy’s waist and muscular bottom, encouraging her as they met and kissed with every slow push. Hazy’s right hand went low and drove Nina momentarily insane as her kisses plundered her mouth, furthering the sensation and taking Nina from her body with each forceful thrust of hot fingers within her. She faded away into another dimension as Hazy shuddered against her with muted cries.

The whispers against her mouth were low and enticing, bringing Nina back to reality. Hazy’s words of endearment were incomprehensible but increased Nina’s fire anew. Driven by unnamed need, she rolled Hazy onto her back and lay atop her. Hazy’s wet hands moved along her flanks, raising gooseflesh. Nina smoothed the hair from Hazy’s eyes, finding them sweet and vulnerable yet still darkened with desire.

The unhurried tenderness juxtaposed with fierce need touched her heart as well as her body and the flames seared her far more deeply than any mere physical encounter.

Nina knew she was hopelessly hooked. She would, unfortunately, love Hazy Duncan forever.

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The gulls woke Hazy at daybreak the next morning. Nina still slumbered in the crook of her arm. Impulsively, she touched her lips to her forehead, inhaling the clean, sweet scent of her hair.

The passion they had created the night before lingered and Hazy felt aroused and satisfied at the same time. She smiled at the ceiling as she remembered Nina’s intensity. At last she’d found a woman who matched her, a woman whose passion was as strong as her own.

Or had she? There was still Mander to contend with. She was, by far, the better catch—younger, stronger, more socially desirable. Would Nina choose Mander over a mere boat jockey who was more than two decades older?

If she had any sense she would.

Hazy eased her arm from beneath Nina and held her breath as the other woman stirred and turned over, drawing up her knees.
 

Hazy left the bed gingerly and drew the blanket up to cover Nina.

After gathering her clothes and moving into the living room, she dressed as she gazed out at the channel through the screen door.

 
She loved mornings. The world was stirring, waking with a special magic right before her eyes. There was so much to see and each sunrise was a new uplifting experience. She realized suddenly that every time she was with Nina she felt the same way, even during their petty arguments. She made her feel like each day was a new start on life.

 
Nina. Hazy sighed and pressed her forehead into the nylon screen.

What was she going to do now? Head over heels in love and she’d sworn she’d have no more of that.

Smiling at her stubbornness, she knew she should have realized her self-destructive personality wouldn’t be warned off by sticking her hand in the fire. Oh no, it only made her want to jump into the fire headfirst. She just
had
to wait for Nina in the cottage. She couldn’t leave her a note about the door left unlocked; it had to be told face to face.

Well, now it was done and she knew the right thing to do.

To love again and lose again would destroy what little that was left of her. Yet she was taking the chance because of Nina and that special way she made her feel, as if every day were filled with mornings.

A car passing reminded her she had work to do. The usual morning rush of rental customers would be arriving soon and it wouldn’t do for them, or Mama New, to see her coming from Nina’s cottage.

She slipped out the door, closing it quietly.

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Nina woke feeling as though her body had been reborn. Her skin tingled and she couldn’t remember a time she’d felt so deliciously relaxed. Memories flooded her mind and, blushing, she relived the night before.

Hazel loved her, she was sure of it. Love was a hard emotion to define, but she had seen it shining in Hazy’s eyes as she let down her guard. Every action had generated tenderness and caring. And how could someone consistently imitate those feelings? How could she lie to her during the special intimacy they had shared? Hazy had transported her to a world of pure sensation and warmth where both had forgotten everything except the radiant love shining between them.

But where was Hazy? Why wasn’t she here with her? Her heart fell. She was with her family, of course. Nina didn’t even hear the usual morning activity. Occasional snatches of conversation reached her from the other cottages, a television blared somewhere, and a boat engine rumbled to life, that was all.

She sat up abruptly in the bed, her tousled hair falling across her face in a fiery, auburn wave. What if she already regretted last night? Suppose she was eaten up with guilt because of Mama New and Heather? Did she hate her now for allowing her to betray her family? She stumbled out of bed.

After showering and dressing in simple shorts and T-shirt, Nina paced the cottage in a nervous frenzy. Why wouldn’t Hazy come to her?

Thoroughly distracted by worry and uncontrolled curiosity, Nina decided she’d have to go to Hazy.

Clothes flapping on a clothesline outside Hazy’s cottage made her pause halfway across the drive and reconsider everything that had been happening to her. The clothes were of an intimate nature—bras, panties, a slip or two—and several large flowered dresses that could only belong to Mama New. Interspersed with these hung Hazy’s shorts and T-shirts, as well as small colorful dresses and lace-edged panties, no doubt belonging to a precious child named Heather.

Dismay swamped Nina. What was she doing? Did she really think Hazy could have a life with her?

They did love one another, she told herself, and these things were known to happen every day. But to continue to betray Mama New? That kind, sweet woman?
  

Even if Hazy and Mama New weren’t committed to one another, Nina was interfering in some type of long-term relationship and it just wasn’t right. Filled with sorrow and guilt, Nina quickly returned to her cottage and the safety of solitude.

Nevertheless, some hours later, when a knock sounded at door, her heart leapt with sudden joy. Nina quickly checked her appearance in the bedroom mirror then raced to the door.

 
Rhonda stood outside the screen, a large bouquet of flowers clasped to her chest.

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Glancing past Rhonda, Nina saw Hazy standing in the drive. She was talking to Martha Jennings. Hazy caught Nina’s eye. Her expression was bewildered but cool.

“Well, I knew my greeting would be cold, but I didn’t think it would be nonexistent.” Rhonda’s statement drew her attention and Nina stared numbly into dark gray eyes.

She had forgotten how well-groomed Rhonda kept herself. People on the island lived more close to nature. Gray hair and casual clothing were the norm. Rhonda was certainly more metropolitan; her hair was impeccable, her flawless skin smoothly oiled and bearing just the right amount of tan. She wore designer clothing and a silk scarf decorated the front of her button-down shirt. Her leather loafers, even in ruthless August heat, held a hard-won gleam.

“Well, please say something, or at least let me come inside.” She looked from side to side. “It’s embarrassing to be kept waiting on your doorstep.”

 
Nina found her voice finally. “Rhonda, you’re here.”

“Yes, I am. May I come in?” She was frowning and Nina knew from experience that she was becoming angry. Renewed anger filled Nina. As if Rhonda had any right to be angry.

Opening the door, Nina curtly stepped aside so Rhonda could enter. Rhonda paused as she passed and Nina thought for a minute that she was actually going to kiss her. She braced to push her away. She passed on, however, and laid the flowers on the kitchen table.

“I brought these for you. A way of apologizing, I suppose,” she said in a low voice, her back to Nina. “Although I don’t suppose anything can make up for what happened.”

Nina was finally recovering from the shock of Rhonda’s return and a wealth of hard memories flooded her. She felt her own anger soar.

“Flowers? You brought me flowers? Are these supposed to make me feel better?” she snapped in fury as she turned to face Rhonda.

“I really am sorry for what I’ve put you through,” Rhonda said softly. “I just got cold feet, I suppose. I went back to Wendy. That’s where I’ve been.” She hung her head.

Nina turned away from Rhonda and covered her face with her hands. She’d left her for Wendy? Wendy was her high school sweetheart and they had broken up years ago. Or so Rhonda claimed.