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Authors: Loreth Anne White
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She suspected swimmers didn’t play there often.
His eyes held her prisoner as he slowly pushed his chair back and moved over to her. She was incapable of backing away, like a small mouse mesmerized by the hungry stare of a serpent.
He came closer. Closer.
Breathe, Hannah. She seemed to have lost the ability to do what came so naturally. Breathe.
He lifted his hand and hooked a knuckle under her chin, tilting her face up to him.
There were dark fathomless depths lurking in those glacial blue pools now. Swirling undercurrents. They mirrored the dark passion that swam warm inside her.
He softly traced the outline of her lips with the roughened pad of his thumb. She felt the world around her recede, her vision blur.
She allowed her lips to part slightly as he pushed against them, and she let the tip of her tongue test the salt of his finger.
In response the pressure of his finger became a little more urgent, more forceful, parting her lips wider. The sensation of wanting to take his whole finger into her mouth, to suck him into her, was overwhelming as she felt the rivers of warmth in her body threaten to overrun their banks.
Her legs were unsteady.
“You feel it, Hannah.” His voice was throaty, rough with want. “You feel it, too, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes.” He ran his finger forcefully along the edge of her teeth. His other hand found the small of her back and he started to pull her in close to his hard body. She felt her breasts push up against his chest.
She wanted him. All of him, deep inside. She wanted to wrap herself around him, drink him in. Six years had not dulled the edge of her hunger for him. It was sharper. She ached with a raw need she thought she had buried all those years ago.
No. She couldn’t go there. Couldn’t repeat it. Her drugged brain scrambled to pull at threads of rationality. “No. Rex, please. No!”
He backed away instantly. For what seemed an eternity they just stood, close. Trying to compute the depth of what still existed between them.
Then he reached up and gently brushed a lock of hair from her cheek.
The retreat, the tenderness of the movement as he touched her hair was too much for Hannah. What had been locked inside spilled out in hot silent tears onto her cheeks.
“Damn you.” She pushed against his chest. “Damn you, Rex.”
She felt his muscles brace solid against her hands as she tried to shove him away.
It had happened in Marumba. She had let passion override reason. It had been a mistake. She was not going to make that mistake again. Especially not now. There was too much at risk. There was Danny.
She turned her back on him to face the timeless peaks. She held her arms tight about herself, trying to hold in the ache, the pain, the need.
“Hannah.” He put a hand on her shoulder.
She jerked out from under his touch. “Leave me alone, please, Rex.” She swiped the back of her hand across the wetness of her cheeks and turned to face him. “I’ll be in the next room.”
She forced her knees to bend, she made her legs walk across the newsroom to the door. Her limbs felt like rubber.
Rex stalked down the concrete stairs from the Gazette office, following Hannah into the village streets. He battled to hold his raw anger in check. He was used to being in complete control of emotions. It was a requirement of the job. But this woman had power over him. The power to turn off his internal controls. He was furious he’d stepped over the line. He wanted her. He’d wanted to take her right in that office. Sweet Jesus. How could he do that to her? How could he hurt her like this?
“Where are we going?”
He took Hannah by the elbow and steered her down the walkway. The afternoon sun had turned a soft yellow but it did nothing to mellow the naked emotion that seethed between them.
Rex had found that CIA agent Ken Mitchell had indeed accessed the office files. Mitchell now knew what they knew, that Amy had demonstrated an unnatural
She suspected swimmers didn’t play there often.
His eyes held her prisoner as he slowly pushed his chair back and moved over to her. She was incapable of backing away, like a small mouse mesmerized by the hungry stare of a serpent.
He came closer. Closer.
Breathe, Hannah. She seemed to have lost the ability to do what came so naturally. Breathe.
He lifted his hand and hooked a knuckle under her chin, tilting her face up to him.
There were dark fathomless depths lurking in those glacial blue pools now. Swirling undercurrents. They mirrored the dark passion that swam warm inside her.
He softly traced the outline of her lips with the roughened pad of his thumb. She felt the world around her recede, her vision blur.
She allowed her lips to part slightly as he pushed against them, and she let the tip of her tongue test the salt of his finger.
In response the pressure of his finger became a little more urgent, more forceful, parting her lips wider. The sensation of wanting to take his whole finger into her mouth, to suck him into her, was overwhelming as she felt the rivers of warmth in her body threaten to overrun their banks.
Her legs were unsteady.
“You feel it, Hannah.” His voice was throaty, rough with want. “You feel it, too, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes.” He ran his finger forcefully along the edge of her teeth. His other hand found the small of her back and he started to pull her in close to his hard body. She felt her breasts push up against his chest.
She wanted him. All of him, deep inside. She wanted to wrap herself around him, drink him in. Six years had not dulled the edge of her hunger for him. It was sharper. She ached with a raw need she thought she had buried all those years ago.
No. She couldn’t go there. Couldn’t repeat it. Her drugged brain scrambled to pull at threads of rationality. “No. Rex, please. No!”
He backed away instantly. For what seemed an eternity they just stood, close. Trying to compute the depth of what still existed between them.
Then he reached up and gently brushed a lock of hair from her cheek.
The retreat, the tenderness of the movement as he touched her hair was too much for Hannah. What had been locked inside spilled out in hot silent tears onto her cheeks.
“Damn you.” She pushed against his chest. “Damn you, Rex.”
She felt his muscles brace solid against her hands as she tried to shove him away.
It had happened in Marumba. She had let passion override reason. It had been a mistake. She was not going to make that mistake again. Especially not now. There was too much at risk. There was Danny.
She turned her back on him to face the timeless peaks. She held her arms tight about herself, trying to hold in the ache, the pain, the need.
“Hannah.” He put a hand on her shoulder.
She jerked out from under his touch. “Leave me alone, please, Rex.” She swiped the back of her hand across the wetness of her cheeks and turned to face him. “I’ll be in the next room.”
She forced her knees to bend, she made her legs walk across the newsroom to the door. Her limbs felt like rubber.
Rex stalked down the concrete stairs from the Gazette office, following Hannah into the village streets. He battled to hold his raw anger in check. He was used to being in complete control of emotions. It was a requirement of the job. But this woman had power over him. The power to turn off his internal controls. He was furious he’d stepped over the line. He wanted her. He’d wanted to take her right in that office. Sweet Jesus. How could he do that to her? How could he hurt her like this?
“Where are we going?”
He took Hannah by the elbow and steered her down the walkway. The afternoon sun had turned a soft yellow but it did nothing to mellow the naked emotion that seethed between them.
Rex had found that CIA agent Ken Mitchell had indeed accessed the office files. Mitchell now knew what they knew, that Amy had demonstrated an unnatural
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