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was hard and strong. Everything of him was a fit, as if she had always been a statue carved within him. She brushed her hands up and down his sides, longing to feel his skin. She pulled out his shirt and slid her fingers across his flesh. She felt his deep groan of pleasure in his chest and sighed back her own response. She opened her eyes to find his still closed. She teased along his lips lightly with hers. He took her chin and kissed her in return, watching her eyes.
    “’Now that’s why you didn’t know what you were trying to say,” she said.
    “How’s that?” he asked dreamily, softly kissing the lids of her eyes.
    “Cos there’s no words for it.”
    “I’ll have to remember that in case I ever want to kiss you again.”
    His voice was low and slow. His hand moved to the small of her back and rested above the swell of her buttocks. He pulled her tight to him. Something was happening to her with this man. She had always been aware of her enjoyment of sex and had no reserve about it. Now this desire was an inner pulse that swept up her emotional longing for him into a single force. If he reached for her now, for her aching breasts or the hot juice of her she would melt and simply spill into him. This passion must always have flowed like a hot river for all those reckless lovers in fiction and history. In this moment here with him she was wanton and naked on the banks of that river, longing to release or drown.
    Involuntarily she shuddered as she felt his arousal against her. What a joy it was to have excited such a male. She glanced at him, letting him see her eyes unfocused in the lust his pressure had evoked in her. She knew she had to stop now. For sure she was prepared to see it through but she wasn’t quite ready. For a few more days she wanted to keep her secret parcel of desire unopened. She sensed he wanted to speak, and laid her head on his chest.
    “Heavens above,” he whispered, “that was wonderful. You are so beautiful I can’t stop looking at you. I shouldn’t be saying things like this, should I?”
    She smiled inwardly at his old-fashioned manner and reserve.
    “No, you certainly should not. You’ll make me vain and horrid. Then I’ll need you to say it more and more to stop me being insecure.”
    “You don’t seem insecure.”
    “I wasn’t but I’m a ruined maiden now and it’s too late. You’ll have to tell me again....”
    “You’re beautiful. I can’t stop....”
    She raised her fingers to his lips and smiled. He responded by kissing them.
    “It’s OK, I’m still secure enough. You, Spencer, are a lovely hunk of handsome man.”
    “Are you sure? Tell me again,” he said.
    “You’ve had your ration. It’s only the third time we’ve met. But you’re a big lovable bear in overalls too.”
    “Lovable?” he repeated.
    “Yeah, could be that way. I’ll have to see....”
    He kissed her forehead and stood back.
    “You look like a man who’s had too much weak posh tea. You need a proper brew.”
    “You and your Yorkshire tea.”
    She went through to the kitchen and put the kettle on.
    “That poor girl in the ditch, what will happen to her?” he asked
    “Next up will be a post-mortem examination. I’m hoping to be there.”
    “And after that, if you never know who she is and no one reports her missing?”
    “Eventually the authorities will carry out an official funeral.”
    “With nobody there? How can some lives be worth so much and others be just nothing?” he asked.
    She could detect a sincere sorrow in his voice.
    “Now you’re asking why I’m a cop, Spencer. It’s because life’s not bloody fair.”
    “I think any funeral should be in the chapel at the Manor. I’ll arrange a plaque and a proper grave so that her life is recorded, so that some hearts will carry her on.”
    Shannon looked at his sombre expression.
    “Now you’re being a big lovable bear again.”
    He reached out and squeezed her hand.
    “I wasn’t trying to be sentimental,”