reached for her.
"You came to tell me you’ve changed your mind about meeting Hutton tonight at the motel," he stated evenly, his fingers sliding around her neck while his thumbs went under her jaw to hold her face so that she could not look away.
"Yes," she said simply, feeling the currents of physical awareness passing through her. He looked awful, she told herself again, and somehow he made her want to take him in her arms and comfort him.
How could that be?
"It’s about time you got here," he whispered thickly, pulling her gently, inexorably toward him. "I’ve spent most of the night walking the floor over you, Kalinda Brady. Thank God you’ve finally decided to put me out of my misery!"
His mouth came heavily down on hers before she could think of a way to respond to his words. And as soon as she felt his warm, aggressive passion flood her senses, Kalinda realized this was the real reason she’d talked herself into saying good-bye to him.
"I was sure I could get you to make the right decision," he said huskily against her lips. "So sure. But there was always the possibility I’d guessed wrong."
"Are you often wrong about people?" she asked softly, her hands sliding up his chest, pushing aside the loosely hanging shirt.
"Very seldom," he replied equally softly. "But it’s never been quite this important to be right before!"
Then his mouth closed fiercely over hers once more, the tip of his probing tongue flicking across her lips and ultimately claiming the inner warmth of her mouth.
Kalinda shivered beneath the onslaught, thrusting aside her common sense and knowing as she felt his hands move on her that this morning she was going to surrender to the pull of an intense passion she’d never known before.
He heard the soft sigh with which she accepted the reality of their desire and Rand folded her tightly, tenderly against him, an answering groan of need deep in his chest.
His fingers found the line of her spine and tracked upward, sending out little eddies of sensuous current at every point along the way. Kalinda felt him arch her against his lower body and she moaned her aching response.
"I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you," he breathed, stringing slow, damp little kisses along her cheek to the nape of her neck. With one strong hand he held her face buried in his shoulder while his teeth nipped erotically at the vulnerable neck he was baring.
The tuxedo-styled shirt and lacy bra seemed to float free of her body, leaving her nude from the waist up. The morning sunlight danced along the silky skin of her shoulders and she heard Rand’s indrawn breath. Gently he freed her hair.
"I’m exhausted from pacing my floor; I’ve had so much coffee it’s a wonder I’m able to think at all.
Never in my life have I had so many doubts about my own judgment, but suddenly I feel fantastic,"
Rand growled as she played her fingers across the muscles of his back, her hands moving under the white shirt.
"Oh, Rand," she breathed helplessly, finding his tanned throat with her questing lips. "I shouldn’t be here…"
"But you are and that’s all that counts," he interrupted in a passion-roughened voice. He trembled beneath the touch of her lips and Kalinda was thrilled to be able to arouse him as he aroused her. It was crazy and it could only happen between them once but she was twenty-nine years old and she was suddenly determined to sample the depths of true desire. All the arguments against one-time encounters with virtual strangers could be dragged out later when she was back in the reality of Denver. This was a stolen moment out of time that would never come her way again. How could she pass it by?
"Kalinda, Kalinda, I want you so much and I was so afraid at times during the night that you wouldn’t come to me…."
She shook her head wordlessly, her lashes dusting her cheeks as she lowered her eyes from the flaming want in his gaze. She hadn’t known herself that she would come to him like
"You came to tell me you’ve changed your mind about meeting Hutton tonight at the motel," he stated evenly, his fingers sliding around her neck while his thumbs went under her jaw to hold her face so that she could not look away.
"Yes," she said simply, feeling the currents of physical awareness passing through her. He looked awful, she told herself again, and somehow he made her want to take him in her arms and comfort him.
How could that be?
"It’s about time you got here," he whispered thickly, pulling her gently, inexorably toward him. "I’ve spent most of the night walking the floor over you, Kalinda Brady. Thank God you’ve finally decided to put me out of my misery!"
His mouth came heavily down on hers before she could think of a way to respond to his words. And as soon as she felt his warm, aggressive passion flood her senses, Kalinda realized this was the real reason she’d talked herself into saying good-bye to him.
"I was sure I could get you to make the right decision," he said huskily against her lips. "So sure. But there was always the possibility I’d guessed wrong."
"Are you often wrong about people?" she asked softly, her hands sliding up his chest, pushing aside the loosely hanging shirt.
"Very seldom," he replied equally softly. "But it’s never been quite this important to be right before!"
Then his mouth closed fiercely over hers once more, the tip of his probing tongue flicking across her lips and ultimately claiming the inner warmth of her mouth.
Kalinda shivered beneath the onslaught, thrusting aside her common sense and knowing as she felt his hands move on her that this morning she was going to surrender to the pull of an intense passion she’d never known before.
He heard the soft sigh with which she accepted the reality of their desire and Rand folded her tightly, tenderly against him, an answering groan of need deep in his chest.
His fingers found the line of her spine and tracked upward, sending out little eddies of sensuous current at every point along the way. Kalinda felt him arch her against his lower body and she moaned her aching response.
"I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you," he breathed, stringing slow, damp little kisses along her cheek to the nape of her neck. With one strong hand he held her face buried in his shoulder while his teeth nipped erotically at the vulnerable neck he was baring.
The tuxedo-styled shirt and lacy bra seemed to float free of her body, leaving her nude from the waist up. The morning sunlight danced along the silky skin of her shoulders and she heard Rand’s indrawn breath. Gently he freed her hair.
"I’m exhausted from pacing my floor; I’ve had so much coffee it’s a wonder I’m able to think at all.
Never in my life have I had so many doubts about my own judgment, but suddenly I feel fantastic,"
Rand growled as she played her fingers across the muscles of his back, her hands moving under the white shirt.
"Oh, Rand," she breathed helplessly, finding his tanned throat with her questing lips. "I shouldn’t be here…"
"But you are and that’s all that counts," he interrupted in a passion-roughened voice. He trembled beneath the touch of her lips and Kalinda was thrilled to be able to arouse him as he aroused her. It was crazy and it could only happen between them once but she was twenty-nine years old and she was suddenly determined to sample the depths of true desire. All the arguments against one-time encounters with virtual strangers could be dragged out later when she was back in the reality of Denver. This was a stolen moment out of time that would never come her way again. How could she pass it by?
"Kalinda, Kalinda, I want you so much and I was so afraid at times during the night that you wouldn’t come to me…."
She shook her head wordlessly, her lashes dusting her cheeks as she lowered her eyes from the flaming want in his gaze. She hadn’t known herself that she would come to him like
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