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back into the seat. Now, alone with her thoughts, the tears began to flow. A sob tore from her throat and she covered her face with her hands.
She would not give in to this. He wasn’t worth it. And she didn’t want him to love her. This had always been a casual relationship and though she’d had her silly fantasies about the future, she’d always held something back, knowing this day would come. She’d survive quite handily and in another few months, her affair with Ian would be nothing more than a pleasant memory.
“Are you all right, Miss?” the driver asked, peering into the rearview mirror.
“Oh, I’ll be just grand,” Claire said.
* * *
H IS FLAT WAS dark when Ian arrived home a few hours later. He knew Claire well enough to allow her time to reflect on her behavior and he suspected she’d be apologetic and ready to put the disagreement behind them.
“Claire?” he called, tossing his keys on the table. He wandered into the bedroom and found her, still dressed and curled up asleep on the bed. The light on the bedside table cast a soft glow over her pretty features and he drew a deep breath, relieved that she’d decided to stay.
Ian shrugged out of his jacket and kicked off his shoes, then laid down beside her, gathering her into his arms. Claire opened her eyes and looked at him. “I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I didn’t mean what I said.”
“I know,” Ian replied. He reached up and smoothed the hair out of her eyes.
“How do you know?” Claire asked.
“I just know,” he said. “I know you. I know that you sometimes get scared of what’s happening between us and your first instinct is to run away. I suspect you think I’m going to be another Simon.”
“No, I—”
“Be assured, if you run away, I’m always going to come after you.”
“Always?”
Ian nodded. “You’re not going to get rid of me that easily. In fact, you’re not going to get rid of me at all. I’m here for the future and beyond.”
“Nothing I do is going to chase you off?”
“No. I’m sure you’ll try, Claire, but it won’t work.”
“I don’t know if I can do this.”
“You don’t have to do anything. Just be who you are and everything will fall into place.” He bent near and pressed a kiss to her lips. He wasn’t going to tell her that he loved her. If she wasn’t aware of his feelings by now, then saying it out loud wasn’t going to help matters.
Claire rolled over him and climbed off the bed, then pulled him to his feet. Slowly, she undressed him, removing each piece of his clothing—his tie, his shirt, his belt, item by item they dropped to the floor until he stood in front of her, naked.
He stood silently as she traced a line of kisses across his chest. The feel of her soft lips on his skin sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her body and he reached out and slipped his fingers through her silken hair.
When she moved lower, Ian held his breath, and as she took his hard shaft into the warmth of her mouth, he wondered if he’d be able to remain upright.
She done this to him before, but the intensity of his response this time was almost too much to bear. The deeper the emotions ran between them, the more sex seemed to take on a different feeling. It wasn’t just about pleasure and release. It had become a way for them to communicate, to reassure each other that no matter what happened between them in the real world, they would always come back to this—the pure and simple passion between them.
She brought him close several times and when they finally fell back into his bed together, Ian was aching for release. But he took his own time removing her clothes and when she lay naked, he returned the favor, seducing her with his tongue and his lips. She writhed beneath the assault, tugging at his hair, pushing him away then drawing him close again. And when she was finally gasping and ready, Ian settled himself between her thighs and slowly entered her.
There was nothing in
She would not give in to this. He wasn’t worth it. And she didn’t want him to love her. This had always been a casual relationship and though she’d had her silly fantasies about the future, she’d always held something back, knowing this day would come. She’d survive quite handily and in another few months, her affair with Ian would be nothing more than a pleasant memory.
“Are you all right, Miss?” the driver asked, peering into the rearview mirror.
“Oh, I’ll be just grand,” Claire said.
* * *
H IS FLAT WAS dark when Ian arrived home a few hours later. He knew Claire well enough to allow her time to reflect on her behavior and he suspected she’d be apologetic and ready to put the disagreement behind them.
“Claire?” he called, tossing his keys on the table. He wandered into the bedroom and found her, still dressed and curled up asleep on the bed. The light on the bedside table cast a soft glow over her pretty features and he drew a deep breath, relieved that she’d decided to stay.
Ian shrugged out of his jacket and kicked off his shoes, then laid down beside her, gathering her into his arms. Claire opened her eyes and looked at him. “I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I didn’t mean what I said.”
“I know,” Ian replied. He reached up and smoothed the hair out of her eyes.
“How do you know?” Claire asked.
“I just know,” he said. “I know you. I know that you sometimes get scared of what’s happening between us and your first instinct is to run away. I suspect you think I’m going to be another Simon.”
“No, I—”
“Be assured, if you run away, I’m always going to come after you.”
“Always?”
Ian nodded. “You’re not going to get rid of me that easily. In fact, you’re not going to get rid of me at all. I’m here for the future and beyond.”
“Nothing I do is going to chase you off?”
“No. I’m sure you’ll try, Claire, but it won’t work.”
“I don’t know if I can do this.”
“You don’t have to do anything. Just be who you are and everything will fall into place.” He bent near and pressed a kiss to her lips. He wasn’t going to tell her that he loved her. If she wasn’t aware of his feelings by now, then saying it out loud wasn’t going to help matters.
Claire rolled over him and climbed off the bed, then pulled him to his feet. Slowly, she undressed him, removing each piece of his clothing—his tie, his shirt, his belt, item by item they dropped to the floor until he stood in front of her, naked.
He stood silently as she traced a line of kisses across his chest. The feel of her soft lips on his skin sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her body and he reached out and slipped his fingers through her silken hair.
When she moved lower, Ian held his breath, and as she took his hard shaft into the warmth of her mouth, he wondered if he’d be able to remain upright.
She done this to him before, but the intensity of his response this time was almost too much to bear. The deeper the emotions ran between them, the more sex seemed to take on a different feeling. It wasn’t just about pleasure and release. It had become a way for them to communicate, to reassure each other that no matter what happened between them in the real world, they would always come back to this—the pure and simple passion between them.
She brought him close several times and when they finally fell back into his bed together, Ian was aching for release. But he took his own time removing her clothes and when she lay naked, he returned the favor, seducing her with his tongue and his lips. She writhed beneath the assault, tugging at his hair, pushing him away then drawing him close again. And when she was finally gasping and ready, Ian settled himself between her thighs and slowly entered her.
There was nothing in
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