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Authors: Karen Anders
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silk—rough and smooth at once, beckoning a woman to reach out and touch him, tempting her, luring her closer.
Her eyes met his and she was lost in the dark gray depths, so lost. It was as if the world and their problems melted in the heat of their eyes. She trembled with the longing she had buried for six years while she immersed herself in her work to forget. She didn’t know if it was her near-death experience, the medication, or her deep-seated longing for him. She swayed forward, into him.
His arms slipped around her, taking her mouth without preamble, his lips sizzling against hers. For the first time in Sia’s life, she found herself losing control when she very much needed to maintain control, needed to keep her distance. But she lost her train of thought as her good arm slipped up around his neck, her fingers tangling through his hair. He opened his mouth wider, taking more of her. She knew a single kiss wasn’t going to be enough.
His mouth was made for love, for kissing and making love, so soft and lush and captivating. She moved against him, her breasts pressing against his chest, her mouth angling over his and creating a brief moment of suction, and as quickly as that, heat shot through every single inch of her body. She felt her control slip, a quick jerk of it out from under her.
Sia was drowning. Drowning in desire and confusion—and desire won, every second, every heartbeat. She wasn’t proud of it. She should be made of sterner stuff.
She had to stop. But she couldn’t remember why. It was more than a kiss, more than any kiss he’d ever given her. And her mind focused on that one thought—shamelessly. The feel of him in her mouth, the taste of him, was intoxicating, compulsive. He set her on fire with his kiss, made her gasp, and every inch of her wanted more. It was wild. Wild and hot and utterly sexual in a way she’d thought she would never know except in her fantasies—but the reality of it, damn, the reality of it was so much more intense. The silkiness of his hair sliding through her fingers, the rough edge of his jaw beneath her palm, the strength of his arms wrapped around her. Fantasies were perfect because they were so safe. She was in control. Chris epitomized the loss of control. There was no safety in those dark eyes. The pure physical energy of him was a force to be reckoned with. He was powerful, dangerous and unpredictably seductive.
And she’d be a fool if she thought they could ever have what they’d lost. With a soft cry she pulled away.
“I can’t!” Her eyes filled. She hadn’t meant to cry, but her barriers were frayed and she was so tired.
“Why?”
Tears spilled out and ran down her cheeks. “You know why.” She reached for anything that would put distance between them. “Because of your error the Navy memorial has refused to honor my brother. He was a hero and he’s never going to get the recognition he deserved.”
Chris stood there, taking her words like physical blows. His dark eyes were haunted and filled with the guilt she knew he felt and she regretted her words. Bashing him wouldn’t change anything. Rafael was dead. Her parents were dead. Everyone she loved had been taken from her. If she could find any connection, anything at all to the fact it might have been murder, then she could exonerate her brother. And, in turn, Chris.
Standing there stoically and taking what she had to say right on the chin only made her realize how strong and brave he was. He didn’t flinch or get angry, he just stood there and let her vent. She didn’t know what to say. She could only feel, feel her heart break, feel her mind try to find a way to reconcile her emotions.
But she couldn’t move that immovable wall. She couldn’t seem to step forward, past it. It remained, lingering, holding her hostage. Nowhere to go.
Nowhere to run.
He reached out gently and wiped at the tears on her cheek with his thumb, then abruptly he pulled her hard against him. His hand
Her eyes met his and she was lost in the dark gray depths, so lost. It was as if the world and their problems melted in the heat of their eyes. She trembled with the longing she had buried for six years while she immersed herself in her work to forget. She didn’t know if it was her near-death experience, the medication, or her deep-seated longing for him. She swayed forward, into him.
His arms slipped around her, taking her mouth without preamble, his lips sizzling against hers. For the first time in Sia’s life, she found herself losing control when she very much needed to maintain control, needed to keep her distance. But she lost her train of thought as her good arm slipped up around his neck, her fingers tangling through his hair. He opened his mouth wider, taking more of her. She knew a single kiss wasn’t going to be enough.
His mouth was made for love, for kissing and making love, so soft and lush and captivating. She moved against him, her breasts pressing against his chest, her mouth angling over his and creating a brief moment of suction, and as quickly as that, heat shot through every single inch of her body. She felt her control slip, a quick jerk of it out from under her.
Sia was drowning. Drowning in desire and confusion—and desire won, every second, every heartbeat. She wasn’t proud of it. She should be made of sterner stuff.
She had to stop. But she couldn’t remember why. It was more than a kiss, more than any kiss he’d ever given her. And her mind focused on that one thought—shamelessly. The feel of him in her mouth, the taste of him, was intoxicating, compulsive. He set her on fire with his kiss, made her gasp, and every inch of her wanted more. It was wild. Wild and hot and utterly sexual in a way she’d thought she would never know except in her fantasies—but the reality of it, damn, the reality of it was so much more intense. The silkiness of his hair sliding through her fingers, the rough edge of his jaw beneath her palm, the strength of his arms wrapped around her. Fantasies were perfect because they were so safe. She was in control. Chris epitomized the loss of control. There was no safety in those dark eyes. The pure physical energy of him was a force to be reckoned with. He was powerful, dangerous and unpredictably seductive.
And she’d be a fool if she thought they could ever have what they’d lost. With a soft cry she pulled away.
“I can’t!” Her eyes filled. She hadn’t meant to cry, but her barriers were frayed and she was so tired.
“Why?”
Tears spilled out and ran down her cheeks. “You know why.” She reached for anything that would put distance between them. “Because of your error the Navy memorial has refused to honor my brother. He was a hero and he’s never going to get the recognition he deserved.”
Chris stood there, taking her words like physical blows. His dark eyes were haunted and filled with the guilt she knew he felt and she regretted her words. Bashing him wouldn’t change anything. Rafael was dead. Her parents were dead. Everyone she loved had been taken from her. If she could find any connection, anything at all to the fact it might have been murder, then she could exonerate her brother. And, in turn, Chris.
Standing there stoically and taking what she had to say right on the chin only made her realize how strong and brave he was. He didn’t flinch or get angry, he just stood there and let her vent. She didn’t know what to say. She could only feel, feel her heart break, feel her mind try to find a way to reconcile her emotions.
But she couldn’t move that immovable wall. She couldn’t seem to step forward, past it. It remained, lingering, holding her hostage. Nowhere to go.
Nowhere to run.
He reached out gently and wiped at the tears on her cheek with his thumb, then abruptly he pulled her hard against him. His hand
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