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Authors: Jean Thomas
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she waited there before she once again caught the muted sound of approaching footsteps. Had their pursuers returned, or could it be—
The footsteps suddenly stopped. She stiffened with both anticipation and apprehension.
A few seconds later, a husky whisper called out to her, “Eve, where are you?”
She had never heard a voice so welcome. Shoving herself up from the pine needles and onto her knees, she cried a glad, “Over here, Sam! I’m over here!”
With several long, eager strides he was with her, falling to his own knees in front of her. All restraint vanished in a rush of joy as her arms reached out to him. His own arms wrapped around her, gathering her against him tightly.
Their reunion was simultaneously sweet and savage as, head lowered, he covered her face with kisses. Eve had never experienced such wonderful kisses. Feverish kisses of both relief and their growing feelings for each other. Kisses of the longings of two souls seeking a connection beyond just the physical. And in between each of them they managed quick, breathless snatches of explanation.
“I heard them nearby and I was terrified they’d caught up with you. That you were dead.”
“Would I do that to you? Never.” He kissed a sensitive area at the side of her neck, making her shiver with delight. “I managed to outrun them.”
“Where—” Eve sucked in her breath as his mouth traveled to her jaw, then her cheeks. She exhaled slowly, weakly. “Where are they now, do you suppose?”
“Gave up for the night, I imagine, and returned to their chopper. What else could they do?”
His lips had found her eyes, which she closed to accommodate him. He began to tenderly kiss each lid. Trembling, she croaked, “But they’ll be back, won’t they? They won’t quit.”
“Yeah, sooner or later they’ll be back. But by then we’ll be long gone. Has anyone ever told you you have the most beautiful eyes?”
“Not lately. I don’t know how you ever found your way back here.”
“The moonlight helped. That and a few landmarks. I may not remember my past, but I did remember those landmarks.” His lips left her eyelids and moved downward along the side of her nose. “And your nose. That’s beautiful, too.”
“Sam, we can’t—”
“No more talk now. Let me concentrate.”
His mouth settled beside her own. But only for a second. Only long enough for him to slowly cross that fraction of an inch between his mouth and hers. He was deliberately torturing her. Eve was on fire with impatience until his mouth finally, fully, claimed hers.
His kiss was more than she could have imagined. A passionate action that involved his teeth nipping gently at her lower lip, then the tip of his tongue licking that same lip and finally his mouth grinding against hers, demanding her response. She obediently parted her mouth, inviting his entry.
Sam complied by sliding his tongue inside, seeking and finding her own tongue. And when he deepened their kiss with an exquisite mating of their tongues, Eve lost all self-control.
It was madness, of course. How could she forget the promise to herself not to get involved with him on this level? That it was dangerous, that when his amnesia lifted he would no longer want her. Nor was she apt to want him. An outcome that would be painful for both of them.
But it was useless. She was helpless. In spite of every warning to herself, she ignored her inner voice and surrendered to the raw pleasure of their kiss, relishing the heat of him, along with his pure, masculine flavor.
When in the end his mouth lifted from hers, Eve was so limp that she would have collapsed if his arms hadn’t been supporting her. He rested his brow against hers for a long moment, rocking her slowly. A low chuckle rumbled out of him.
“You were saying?”
She was so dazed that for a few seconds she didn’t know what he was talking about. Then, understanding, she dragged her head back.
“Thanks to you, Special Agent McDonough, I
The footsteps suddenly stopped. She stiffened with both anticipation and apprehension.
A few seconds later, a husky whisper called out to her, “Eve, where are you?”
She had never heard a voice so welcome. Shoving herself up from the pine needles and onto her knees, she cried a glad, “Over here, Sam! I’m over here!”
With several long, eager strides he was with her, falling to his own knees in front of her. All restraint vanished in a rush of joy as her arms reached out to him. His own arms wrapped around her, gathering her against him tightly.
Their reunion was simultaneously sweet and savage as, head lowered, he covered her face with kisses. Eve had never experienced such wonderful kisses. Feverish kisses of both relief and their growing feelings for each other. Kisses of the longings of two souls seeking a connection beyond just the physical. And in between each of them they managed quick, breathless snatches of explanation.
“I heard them nearby and I was terrified they’d caught up with you. That you were dead.”
“Would I do that to you? Never.” He kissed a sensitive area at the side of her neck, making her shiver with delight. “I managed to outrun them.”
“Where—” Eve sucked in her breath as his mouth traveled to her jaw, then her cheeks. She exhaled slowly, weakly. “Where are they now, do you suppose?”
“Gave up for the night, I imagine, and returned to their chopper. What else could they do?”
His lips had found her eyes, which she closed to accommodate him. He began to tenderly kiss each lid. Trembling, she croaked, “But they’ll be back, won’t they? They won’t quit.”
“Yeah, sooner or later they’ll be back. But by then we’ll be long gone. Has anyone ever told you you have the most beautiful eyes?”
“Not lately. I don’t know how you ever found your way back here.”
“The moonlight helped. That and a few landmarks. I may not remember my past, but I did remember those landmarks.” His lips left her eyelids and moved downward along the side of her nose. “And your nose. That’s beautiful, too.”
“Sam, we can’t—”
“No more talk now. Let me concentrate.”
His mouth settled beside her own. But only for a second. Only long enough for him to slowly cross that fraction of an inch between his mouth and hers. He was deliberately torturing her. Eve was on fire with impatience until his mouth finally, fully, claimed hers.
His kiss was more than she could have imagined. A passionate action that involved his teeth nipping gently at her lower lip, then the tip of his tongue licking that same lip and finally his mouth grinding against hers, demanding her response. She obediently parted her mouth, inviting his entry.
Sam complied by sliding his tongue inside, seeking and finding her own tongue. And when he deepened their kiss with an exquisite mating of their tongues, Eve lost all self-control.
It was madness, of course. How could she forget the promise to herself not to get involved with him on this level? That it was dangerous, that when his amnesia lifted he would no longer want her. Nor was she apt to want him. An outcome that would be painful for both of them.
But it was useless. She was helpless. In spite of every warning to herself, she ignored her inner voice and surrendered to the raw pleasure of their kiss, relishing the heat of him, along with his pure, masculine flavor.
When in the end his mouth lifted from hers, Eve was so limp that she would have collapsed if his arms hadn’t been supporting her. He rested his brow against hers for a long moment, rocking her slowly. A low chuckle rumbled out of him.
“You were saying?”
She was so dazed that for a few seconds she didn’t know what he was talking about. Then, understanding, she dragged her head back.
“Thanks to you, Special Agent McDonough, I
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