Spirit wondered how long it would be before the tall, raven-haired man she loved would arrive, her mind drifting back to the first time they had encountered as she gazed into the starlit sky while playing with her love’s prized Collies, Roxie and King. It had been nearly five years ago when Anthony had first laid claim to her body. She’d been rescued from the razor sharp blades of the combine while she’d been exploring the same wheat field where she now awaited him. She thanked God for that near fatality, thanked Him that she had been here that third week in June at harvesting time. Spirit remembered how Anthony had sprang before her just in the nick of time, just before she’d been shredded into ribbons. That encounter had resulted in friendship, and then something so much more, something so fulfilling and erotically sinful that it made her quiver just thinking about it. Anthony’s hard body had rolled atop hers when he’d shoved her to the ground in an effort to prevent her from coming to harm. It was then that she had been introduced to the man who fulfilled her every fantasy and desire, she mused dreamily.

           So lost in thought was she that she did not hear his approach, failed to recognize the manly scent that always served to make her heart race and her body melt. How long he had been there before finally making his presence known she did not know, only that he was now here.

           His dark eyes fused with hers, and not a single word said as they merely gazed at one another for several long moments.

           “Been here long, sugar?” he inquired, a mischievous twinkle noted in his piercing eyes as they roamed her small frame from head to toe.

           “Seems like an eternity,” she whispered, brushing a strand of her honey- colored hair from her face as a light breeze toyed with the silky tresses, “It always seems like forever when I’m waiting for you to…well, you know.”

           Anthony laughed heartily as he eyed the pretty woman; his trophy, so to speak. Wearing a white peasant skirt and a pink halter top, Spirit was more than appealing to the eye, he thought, a boyish grin coming to his lips when he thought of what was soon to come. Her deep blue eyes had captivated him since their first meeting, and he had known right then and there that she would be his in every way, that he would stop at nothing to sweep her into a world she had never known existed. His eyes leaving hers to linger upon the partially bared breasts heaving slightly above the low cut top she wore, he shifted uncomfortably as he felt a sudden tightening in his groin. Just knowing her sensuous mouth would soon be ravaging every inch of his body elevated him to almost the brink of no control. It would be like always, he decided, his eyes fusing with hers again. It would be a slow seduction with an abundance of steamy foreplay before intercourse, the shimmering stars and the warm night breeze caressing their naked flesh before fulfillment. Spirit had become his willing sex slave years ago and he adored the way she referred to him as her fantasy master. Damn, how he wanted to take her now, he thought, again shifting with discomfort when spotting the hardened nipples that seemed to spring out of the pink halter, awaiting his eager mouth. In time…in time he would take her to the moon and back. Inching his way towards her, Anthony seated himself and leaned forward to plant a thorough kiss upon her moist lips, their tongues dancing to a tune only they shared as he slowly began to divest her of her clothing. His pulse quickened when she pulled the black shirt he wore over his head, then proceeded to unzip his denim trousers. Soon they would have it all, he thought triumphantly.