In
his panic he unlocked and thrust the door open with unnecessary
force: it crashed against the upholstered two-seater. Even as
he cursed his clumsiness and took the key from the lock, he heard
Matlin's scream. Panic drove everything from his mind but a vision
of her being assaulted. He kicked the door shut, slammed on the
lights, and rushed for the bedroom, yanking open the door with
no thought for any damage he might do.
In
the moonlight streaming through the window, and the light that
filtered from behind him, Matlin stared at him, frozen terror
in her huge dark eyes. She was sitting on her heels in the middle
of the tumbled duvet with nothing but the corner of the top sheet--all
she'd apparently had time to grab--clutched at her bare breasts.
It only just covered her. The sight increased his annoyance. She
should have more sense than to sleep in the nude when there was
a man around. Surely the previous night's fiasco would have at
least taught her that. "Matlin, are you all right?"
"Andreas!
Oh...Andreas! There was a man at the window!" And, much to his
consternation, she burst into tears.
Baffled,
and with his annoyance increasing as he saw that the drapes were
undrawn, he sat on the bed, dropped the keys in a jangling heap
and put his arms around her. She had obviously been having another
nightmare, he told himself.
With
the force of her weeping seeming to threaten to tear her apart,
Matlin instantly dropped the sheet and clutched at him. Desperately
he tried to ignore what this meant--to hold her as a father would
hold a distressed small daughter. But at least the genuineness
and intensity of her distress washed away his anger as he tried
to comfort her. "It's all right. Shush, now, it's all right. He's
not there any more. He's gone now."
To
stop his hands from caressing the satiny flesh of her back and
shoulders--to stop himself from holding her far enough away from
him to enable him to fill his hands with her breasts--he started
stroking her hair. Then, before he was aware of what he was doing,
he had buried his mouth in its heavy silken strands. Its clean
freshness, coupled with the feminine perfume of her warm skin,
filled his nostrils, only serving to reinforce the fact that she
was naked in his arms. It took him a few moments to grasp that
even kissing her hair was too much for his masculine reflexes:
he was fast becoming vitally aroused.