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don’t,” she said.
    “Are you on the pill?”
    “I…yes, I am.”
    “I’m clean. Give blood regularly.”
    “So am I,” she said. But she’d stopped touching him.
    “Now that that’s out of the way,” he said, pushing her on her back and caressing her from shoulders to toes and back again. Only when she was twisting on the bed, did he slide up over her.
    He tested her readiness with his hand at her center, finding the tender bud that was her pleasure center and fondling it lightly until she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him over her. “Now, Harris.”
    He smiled as he positioned himself and slid into her. Her body resisted at first. He went as slowly as he could giving her time to adjust to his length. But his control was on a hair-trigger and when she leaned up and put her mouth against his chest, right over his damned heart, he began to thrust.
    He knew it was too soon for her. Too much for her to be comfortable with. Using his hands he brought her along as best he could. Soon her hips were rising frantically against his. He waited for the sound he heard earlier in the living room. That catching of her breath and a long, low moan that signaled her release. As soon as he heard it, he slid his arms under thighs and pushed her legs back, opening her to deeper thrusts. He slammed into two more times before he felt that tingling in the back of his spine and he emptied his body into hers, calling her name.
    She shivered and convulsed again underneath him. He rolled to his side, taking her with him. Tucking her face against his neck he kept their bodies connected because he realized he’d just had a glimpse of heaven on earth and he wasn’t ready to let it go.

Six

    S arah had never slept in any bed other than her own since she’d become an adult. Harris’s was luxurious. The sheets his own and not the hotel’s. She rolled over and buried her face in the pillow, inhaling deeply. She reached for Harris and encountered an empty bed.
    She rolled to her side and opened her eyes. It was a little before seven in the morning. It was a Saturday and often the only day she got to sleep in because she had church on Sunday.
    She pulled the sheet more firmly around herself. Florida sun light filled the room, leaving her nowhere to hide. Not from herself or from Harris. But he was already gone and she had only her own self-doubts to face this morning.
    She shivered a little at the direction of her thoughts. She needed to take action and get herself together. Why was she worrying anyway? Harris was probably in the shower or getting breakfast for them.
    Oh, God. What if he’d already left the suite and she was here alone? Last night he’d said no promises and glibly she’d agreed to that but this morning, with the sun shining brightly, she realized she needed promises. She needed something more from him.
    It reminded her too much of Paul and when he’d left her. She felt inadequate and small. But she wasn’t that girl anymore. She was a woman now. And she wasn’t going to hide in this bed all day.
    She searched the floor for her clothes and dressed quickly. Her skirt and shirt were rumpled and wrinkled and she felt unkempt. She was clearly not the type of woman who was cut out to lead the single lifestyle. Even her clothes weren’t up to the task. She’d watched Sex and the City —those girls usually looked good the morning after.
    “Morning,” Harris said from the doorway. His husky voice brushed over her senses making her aware of him. He’d showered and shaved and he looked like a Viking raider this morning. His eyes as cold as the North Sea.
    He held a few items in her hands but she didn’t notice what they were. She noticed that he didn’t look her in the eye and that he didn’t glance at the bed. Regrets. She thought she’d be the only one with them this morning.
    “Good morning,” she said, reaching up to pat her hair down. The curse of naturally curly hair was that it always looked like a fright