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finger over the delicate filigree of the butterfly. His voice eased through her, deep and low, and awakened nerve endings that had been dormant a very long time.
“She could have made this just for you,” he told her. “Deceptively delicate, exceedingly vulnerable, but also unbreakable to the core.”
No one had ever said something so beautiful about her before.
Confusion swirled through her, combined with a longing that ached deep within. “Griff,” she whispered, lifting her head to meet his blazing eyes.
He didn’t give her time to say more. His lips covered hers, soft and tender but insistent enough to render her powerless. She let her body settle against his. It seemed like forever since she’d been kissed. Touched. She moaned, and he made a noise in his throat and tugged her tight against him, one hand hard at the small of her back, the other around the nape of her neck. The rasp of his calloused fingertips sent shivers through her whole body, the delicious kind that sparked desire in their wake. She parted her lips and let him in, and his tongue swept carefully inside, exploring, tasting, igniting.
When it happened, it wasn’t like in the nursing home, with a prickle of warning and a hum in her ears. Electricity flashed like lightning as she gave in to the power of her feelings and her body yielded. She couldn’t stop it, not in time. The kiss had opened her to the flow that was always pressing in on her, and this time, it didn’t just pour out.
It blasted Griff.
He jerked back, staring at her with shocked pain. She couldn’t move, appalled by what had just happened. She’d killed him , was her first thought, despite the reality in front of her. He hadn’t even been knocked off his feet. But his lips were reddening and they must have hurt, as he held his hand up like he wanted to touch them but was afraid to.
“What the hell?”
“I don’t know. I’m so sorry.” She reached out but stopped, afraid to touch him. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, ’course.” But the redness in his lips was deepening and he swayed where he stood. She snapped out of her horror, slammed down her shields, and caught his elbow. “We need to take you to the hospital.”
“No way. This was nothin’. Juss a little shock.” He tried to pull his arm away, but the action had no force behind it and his eyes had started to glaze over. Damn . She dragged him to her car and forced him into the passenger’s side.
“They’ll find out ’bout you,” he protested when she climbed in.
“No, they won’t.” At the moment, she didn’t care if they did. The knowledge of how badly he could be hurt made her feel sick. She zipped out of the parking space, cutting off a slow-moving Olds, and acknowledged the old man’s one-finger salute with a friendly wave. “Hold on, Griff. It’s not far.”
The traffic between the lake and the hospital was sparse, so she didn’t have to show off the pole position skills she’d developed living in DC. By the time they got to the ER, Griff seemed much steadier, no longer swaying when he climbed out of the passenger seat.
“I’m okay, Reese, I don’t need to be here. There’s no way to explain this without getting you in trouble.” He frowned and winced when his fingers brushed his lips.
She’d focused during the drive on making sure her shields stayed in place, but gingerly laid her hand on his arm. His body hummed like an open circuit. Okay, that was it. Drastic measures were needed.
She let tears come to her eyes. “Please, Griff, I’m scared you’re really hurt and don’t know it.”
He laughed. “Nice try. But if it will make you feel better, I’ll let them check me over.” He slung an arm over her shoulder and almost made her cry for real with his lack of hesitation. Despite what she’d done to him, he wasn’t afraid of her.
They told the triage nurse he’d gotten an electric shock on the job, working construction, and Reese said several prayers of thanks
“She could have made this just for you,” he told her. “Deceptively delicate, exceedingly vulnerable, but also unbreakable to the core.”
No one had ever said something so beautiful about her before.
Confusion swirled through her, combined with a longing that ached deep within. “Griff,” she whispered, lifting her head to meet his blazing eyes.
He didn’t give her time to say more. His lips covered hers, soft and tender but insistent enough to render her powerless. She let her body settle against his. It seemed like forever since she’d been kissed. Touched. She moaned, and he made a noise in his throat and tugged her tight against him, one hand hard at the small of her back, the other around the nape of her neck. The rasp of his calloused fingertips sent shivers through her whole body, the delicious kind that sparked desire in their wake. She parted her lips and let him in, and his tongue swept carefully inside, exploring, tasting, igniting.
When it happened, it wasn’t like in the nursing home, with a prickle of warning and a hum in her ears. Electricity flashed like lightning as she gave in to the power of her feelings and her body yielded. She couldn’t stop it, not in time. The kiss had opened her to the flow that was always pressing in on her, and this time, it didn’t just pour out.
It blasted Griff.
He jerked back, staring at her with shocked pain. She couldn’t move, appalled by what had just happened. She’d killed him , was her first thought, despite the reality in front of her. He hadn’t even been knocked off his feet. But his lips were reddening and they must have hurt, as he held his hand up like he wanted to touch them but was afraid to.
“What the hell?”
“I don’t know. I’m so sorry.” She reached out but stopped, afraid to touch him. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, ’course.” But the redness in his lips was deepening and he swayed where he stood. She snapped out of her horror, slammed down her shields, and caught his elbow. “We need to take you to the hospital.”
“No way. This was nothin’. Juss a little shock.” He tried to pull his arm away, but the action had no force behind it and his eyes had started to glaze over. Damn . She dragged him to her car and forced him into the passenger’s side.
“They’ll find out ’bout you,” he protested when she climbed in.
“No, they won’t.” At the moment, she didn’t care if they did. The knowledge of how badly he could be hurt made her feel sick. She zipped out of the parking space, cutting off a slow-moving Olds, and acknowledged the old man’s one-finger salute with a friendly wave. “Hold on, Griff. It’s not far.”
The traffic between the lake and the hospital was sparse, so she didn’t have to show off the pole position skills she’d developed living in DC. By the time they got to the ER, Griff seemed much steadier, no longer swaying when he climbed out of the passenger seat.
“I’m okay, Reese, I don’t need to be here. There’s no way to explain this without getting you in trouble.” He frowned and winced when his fingers brushed his lips.
She’d focused during the drive on making sure her shields stayed in place, but gingerly laid her hand on his arm. His body hummed like an open circuit. Okay, that was it. Drastic measures were needed.
She let tears come to her eyes. “Please, Griff, I’m scared you’re really hurt and don’t know it.”
He laughed. “Nice try. But if it will make you feel better, I’ll let them check me over.” He slung an arm over her shoulder and almost made her cry for real with his lack of hesitation. Despite what she’d done to him, he wasn’t afraid of her.
They told the triage nurse he’d gotten an electric shock on the job, working construction, and Reese said several prayers of thanks
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