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tears.
Her gaze settled on his mouth, she sat up straighter, wiping tears with the sleeves of her jacket. Settling both hands on his shoulders, she used them for support as she leaned in to press her lips softly on his.
Holy hell, she was going to be the death of him . Still not fully recovered from that highly charged, erotic dream, his defenses were at absolute zero. He’d been trying so hard as well, trying to keep the reaction of his body to a minimum as she cried in his arms. It really was crass to get a hard-on when she was in pieces like that.
He hadn’t expected her to kiss him. And not like that, so sweet and innocent. He closed his eyes, head resting back against the seat and his hands light on her hips as she explored his mouth. Letting her lead the way, set the pace.
She went slowly, letting him savor the hot, wet kisses, innocent but slowly brimming with need. Her hands moved on to caress his beard-roughened face as she explored his mouth. She took all that he was giving her, while she gave everything she had in those kisses. Full of promise. Intense with passion. Sweet with their hint of innocence and honesty.
Day all but drowned in pleasure, in sensation. He wasn’t an innocent by any stretch of the imagination. Hell, he hadn’t been innocent since early in his teens. But there was something about the way she kissed him, the sweetness of her manner, that warned him to be careful. Most of his sexual encounters were brief and to the point. They usually involved a fair amount of alcohol, and he never remembered their names.
But there was something about this woman. She wasn’t the love ‘em and leave ‘em type. She shouldn’t be doing this, not with him. Not with a guy who had so much blood on his hands it would probably take three reincarnations just to get them clean. Carefully, calling himself all kinds of idiot, he slowed the kiss down and broke away.
“Rollie, we…you shouldn’t be doing this,” he rumbled softly as his instincts, the ones that wanted to play this game to its conclusion, raged at him. They knew as well as he did that conclusion would be the two of them naked and getting sweaty together.
She kept trying to kiss his evasive lips at first, not quite herself as she was desperate for affection. She felt as if she could stay like this forever, kissing him, and never grow tired of it. Greedy for more of the momentary show of emotion he had given her. She’d always played it safe and gone for cute but physically unintimidating scientist types Which in the end led nowhere. So she’d never had access to a body like his before, and she reveled at the privilege granted to her. But Day was more than just a hunk of steel encased in warm flesh. She felt attached to him. This went beyond than just physical for her. For her, it was something more.
He truly was handsome but not just that, his face shone with integrity and decency. Deep down, despite his occupation, she knew he wasn’t one of the bad guys. Perhaps it was why she had treated him with sass instead of her usual disdain. He would never hurt her. Would he?
And then her logical brain kicked in, and she slowed down to an eventual halt. He was right. This wasn’t the time or place. People intent on killing them were chasing them. And she felt guilty. She was taking advantage of him, despite how unusual it sounded considering that an hour ago she had been his captive.
“I’m...I’m sorry,” she said as she moved away from him and quickly composed herself. “You’re right. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
He stopped her movement with a hand on her arm. “I didn’t mean like that.” His voice was soft. Softer than even she had imagined it could be. “I meant…me and you.” He paused and exhaled a long sigh while running his hands through his hair. Finally, he looked at her, his light eyes piercing all the way through to her soul.
“I would like nothing more than to strip those clothes off you and spend hours making
Her gaze settled on his mouth, she sat up straighter, wiping tears with the sleeves of her jacket. Settling both hands on his shoulders, she used them for support as she leaned in to press her lips softly on his.
Holy hell, she was going to be the death of him . Still not fully recovered from that highly charged, erotic dream, his defenses were at absolute zero. He’d been trying so hard as well, trying to keep the reaction of his body to a minimum as she cried in his arms. It really was crass to get a hard-on when she was in pieces like that.
He hadn’t expected her to kiss him. And not like that, so sweet and innocent. He closed his eyes, head resting back against the seat and his hands light on her hips as she explored his mouth. Letting her lead the way, set the pace.
She went slowly, letting him savor the hot, wet kisses, innocent but slowly brimming with need. Her hands moved on to caress his beard-roughened face as she explored his mouth. She took all that he was giving her, while she gave everything she had in those kisses. Full of promise. Intense with passion. Sweet with their hint of innocence and honesty.
Day all but drowned in pleasure, in sensation. He wasn’t an innocent by any stretch of the imagination. Hell, he hadn’t been innocent since early in his teens. But there was something about the way she kissed him, the sweetness of her manner, that warned him to be careful. Most of his sexual encounters were brief and to the point. They usually involved a fair amount of alcohol, and he never remembered their names.
But there was something about this woman. She wasn’t the love ‘em and leave ‘em type. She shouldn’t be doing this, not with him. Not with a guy who had so much blood on his hands it would probably take three reincarnations just to get them clean. Carefully, calling himself all kinds of idiot, he slowed the kiss down and broke away.
“Rollie, we…you shouldn’t be doing this,” he rumbled softly as his instincts, the ones that wanted to play this game to its conclusion, raged at him. They knew as well as he did that conclusion would be the two of them naked and getting sweaty together.
She kept trying to kiss his evasive lips at first, not quite herself as she was desperate for affection. She felt as if she could stay like this forever, kissing him, and never grow tired of it. Greedy for more of the momentary show of emotion he had given her. She’d always played it safe and gone for cute but physically unintimidating scientist types Which in the end led nowhere. So she’d never had access to a body like his before, and she reveled at the privilege granted to her. But Day was more than just a hunk of steel encased in warm flesh. She felt attached to him. This went beyond than just physical for her. For her, it was something more.
He truly was handsome but not just that, his face shone with integrity and decency. Deep down, despite his occupation, she knew he wasn’t one of the bad guys. Perhaps it was why she had treated him with sass instead of her usual disdain. He would never hurt her. Would he?
And then her logical brain kicked in, and she slowed down to an eventual halt. He was right. This wasn’t the time or place. People intent on killing them were chasing them. And she felt guilty. She was taking advantage of him, despite how unusual it sounded considering that an hour ago she had been his captive.
“I’m...I’m sorry,” she said as she moved away from him and quickly composed herself. “You’re right. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
He stopped her movement with a hand on her arm. “I didn’t mean like that.” His voice was soft. Softer than even she had imagined it could be. “I meant…me and you.” He paused and exhaled a long sigh while running his hands through his hair. Finally, he looked at her, his light eyes piercing all the way through to her soul.
“I would like nothing more than to strip those clothes off you and spend hours making
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