I said, “please bring my dog back Sean. I love him, Please don’t let him be hurt again.”

I was suddenly pulled against him, and his lips were covering mine in a rough kiss that became soft and sweet and oh, so welcome.  It created a feeling in me that frightened me. I wanted him to hold me close to his heart and tell me that he loves me, but I panicked, shoving him away. This man could be a murderer, and I had almost surrendered  to that wild and abandoned feeling,  but wanting him to hold me again, and quench the fire that caused my heart to race.

He released me, got to his feet and stood looking down at me with anger. I scrambled up  and ran for the door, only to have him stop me. He pushed my back against the wall, placed his hands to hold my head, and kissed me again. He cupped my face in his hands and trailed his lips across my eyes, down my cheeks and into the hollow at the base of my throat. I felt a weakness invade my body, causing a wild and tumultuous feeling that sent my arms around his neck, and my body  pressing into his. I almost fell when he released me, saying, “that’s payback for today. I’ll find your dog.”