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Ana replayedin her head all that she learned about the estranged woman that was her mother. She realized that who she was today was due to the way she was brought up. The constant longing for love and desire to find it in all her past relationships, the disappointment that each relationship built inside her, it must have been similar to the way her mom felt after being sexually abused. Self-preservation made her unemotional. If she didn’t feel it, then it had no power to hurt.

“In a way, we’re the same,” Ana thought, “except I entered into every relationship with the notion that it was going to fail, so I refused to give myself wholeheartedly to anyone. My heart was always mine alone. I didn’t want to give it away because I was afraid, afraid I would lose it forever. When things began to go wrong, I accepted it because I expected it. I never fought for anyone’s affection because I didn’t think I deserved it. If my mom refused to love me, then nobody else would.

“I need to forgive my mom for being who she was. Then maybe I can forgive myself too. My past won’t define me. Instead, I will try to be a whole person – body, heart, and soul. I can’t live like there is a missing piece in my life. I can’t define who I am because of that missing piece. I need to be whole, to live freely, to take chances, to find love, and be confident in myself.”

“Ana, are you alright?”

She was so engrossed in her reverie she hardly noticed Lash had returned. He was panting.

“Did you run back here?” Ana asked.

“I was worried about you,” Lash replied sheepishly.

“I’m fine… Oh, Lash, thank you for finding him. To know that I have a grandfather … it’s so gratifying. I have a family. I’m not alone.”

“I wasn’t sure how you’d take it, but when I saw how deeply affected you were about the report of the young girl, I thought I’d give it a try. I hope finding the truth would make you feel better somehow,” Lash replied.

Ana couldn’t help herself. Her gratitude was overflowing. She reached out and hugged him. She lifted her face and said, “Thank you, Lash, for being so generous.” But just saying the words wasn’t enough. She pulled his face close and kissed him.

Kissing him was symbolic. There was no denying she felt overwhelming gratitude. But there was still that issue of the aborted kiss the night of the party. The woman in her refused to accept that she would forever be the girl he just “almost kissed.” Her newfound freedom demanded to know how it was actually to feel his lips on hers.

What she didn’t expect was the way Lash would react to her impulse. His arms tightened around her. One hand traveled to the back of her neck, holding her even closer, increasing the pressure between their lips. It felt surreal how every curve of her slight body fitted perfectly into every plane of his like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

Ana didn’t know how long they stayed locked that way. It could have been seconds or minutes. She just knew she wanted it to go on forever.

She pulled back, and they stared into each other’s eyes. She wanted him. Her whole body conveyed that message as she noted his reaction.

Lash was hesitant, almost afraid. Like he was on the edge of a crevasse and didn’t quite know if he should jump or stay where he was. Ana understood. He didn’t want her to misinterpret anything between them. He wasn’t offering her something permanent. He was unsure about himself and was protecting her from being hurt again.

She wasn’t asking for anything more than what they had at that very moment.

“Make love to me,” she whispered huskily.

“Oh Ana,” Lash groaned in her mouth as his lips possessed her once again.

Ana was aware that her legs were quaking as his kiss ignited a fire inside her belly. Her whole body shuddered as he lifted her off her feet and brought her to a nearby sofa. Even as she relished the different new emotions that traversed her entire body, an abstract thought occurred that they were about to have sex in his office in a foundation dedicated to Gypsy culture on a sofa beneath the palmistry print set. It was too symbolic. The Gypsy in her soul was raring to be set free.

Lash kissed her neck with gentle touches of his lips even as fingers fumbled with the zipper on her back. Ana’s fingers feverishly moved to divest him of his garments. When there was nothing more left between them, Lash brushed back the hair that was partially hiding her left breast.

‘You have beautiful breasts,” he complimented her.

His eyes held a promise of what he intended to do with those breasts. He closed the gap between them so that they touched skin to skin.

He cupped her face with both hands. Ana raised her lips to receive his kiss again. Lash drove his tongue inside her. The sound of his ragged breathing excited her. His eagerness was setting her body on fire. The acceleration of her heartbeat was like a drum pounding against her chest.

He maneuvered her until the edge of the sofa hit the back of her leg. Then he was on top of her as he covered the length of her body with his. He trailed kisses on her neck before shifting his attention to her ears, sucking, squeezing, and biting, following a trail that led to her shoulders. From her shoulder, he explored the nuances of her upper torso before he dove on and ravaged her breasts. It was as if an electric current passed through her body, making the hair at the back of her neck stand on end.

Ana felt him move down to her belly. He nipped at her belly button before proceeding lower down. Ana held her breath as she realized where he was headed. She reached out for his shoulders in an attempt to stop him. But Lash merely shrugged her hands away as he found what he was looking for.

She bit hard on her knuckle and threw her head back in ecstasy as Lash reached her clit. Her backside took a life of its own as it lifted off the sofa. Ana never imagined that the touch of his tongue on her could send vibrations up and down her spine that was both wild and sweet. Her moans bounced off the walls like the notes of a musical piece that pulsed to its own tempo. Her body was in a frenzy as she ascended the heights towards what she only knew would be a powerful orgasm.

Lash ceased the attack on her sensitive button and shifted his concentration on the surrounding areas of her vagina before he scooted upwards, aligning the base of his shaft against her opening and rocked her.

Ana wrapped her legs around his thighs and pushed against him as he rocked her. Her legs flexed around his back, urging him closer as her arms reached out and wrapped around his neck.

“I want you inside me now,” she demanded.