low moaning.
She glanced at Rocky, who’d taken his place in front of the fire, and told him to stay. He barely lifted his sleepy head as she made her way across the room.
A flash of lightening broke through the darkness as she peered into the bedroom. Travis had kicked off the covers. The image of him lying naked in bed remained in her mind as clear as a photograph. Struggling to push the picture aside, she moved toward him. She placed her hand on his forehead and found it damp with sweat but no fever.
Easing onto the bed, she spoke softly while she dabbed his brow with a cloth. He stilled somewhat, but not fully, continuing to toss his head from side to side.
With a startled cry, he bolted upright. His eyes wide, he grabbed her arms. “Sylvia!” His fingers dug brutally into her skin.
“No, it’s Jill!” She could tell by the empty look in his eyes he wasn’t fully awake. “Remember? Jill Proffit.”
His grip eased, yet his face contorted in confusion. “Jill?”
“Yes. It’s all right. You were having a nightmare.” She guided him down to the pillow. “Go back to sleep.”
He slid his hands down her arms and stared blankly at her.
“Go back to sleep,” she repeated softly, stroking his forehead then gently ran her fingers over his eyes, urging him to close them.
A deep breath slipped from his lungs as he enveloped one of her hands in his and pulled it to his chest. The rapid tattoo of his heart slowed, and she tried to move away as his body relaxed, but he refused to release her hand. She understood how he felt. She had her own demons in sleep, and there had been many a night she would have given her soul to have a hand to hold.
Arranging the blanket from her shoulders across them, she made herself comfortable, since it appeared she was going to be there a while. She couldn’t ignore the sense of pleasure washing over her as she lay next to him, feeling the warmth of his skin, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. Nor could she deny how genuinely safe she felt for the first time in a very long while.
Something pulled Travis from a very pleasant dream. The kind he really shouldn’t be having. The kind that was sure to get him into some very hot water. Hot being the operative word.
A loud crack of thunder boomed overhead and fingernails scraped against his skin.
Maybe they weren’t all dreams. Slowly casting his gaze down, he spied the top of Bobbi’s bleached blonde head nestled perfectly in the crook of his arm, her tiny hand under his, her fingers curling into the hairs on his chest. He had no idea how she got there or why, but he refused to waste another second wondering about it and simply enjoyed how good she felt.
She stirred, pressing her firm round breasts snugly against his side. A moan escaped his constricted throat. She was killing him, and she didn’t even know it.
Taking a steadying breath, he swallowed hard. He would conquer this attraction, this powerful need steadily growing inside him. A need he’d never experienced with any other woman, but then Barbara McBride wasn’t just any other woman. She was a living, breathing part of Jason McBride. If he could just keep telling himself that, maybe he could beat this thing.
Yeah, just think about Jase. About how you let your best friend down .
Her eyelashes fluttered against his skin, breathing new life into the battle raging inside him. He knew it wouldn’t be an easy fight.
Although he suspected she was awake, she didn’t move. Was she afraid she’d wake him or did she relish the feel of their bodies wrapped around one another as much as he did?
As much as it pained him, he had to put some distance between them before he did something he would regret. Teasing her seemed to work pretty well, considering she’d avoided him the entire afternoon. Perhaps if
She glanced at Rocky, who’d taken his place in front of the fire, and told him to stay. He barely lifted his sleepy head as she made her way across the room.
A flash of lightening broke through the darkness as she peered into the bedroom. Travis had kicked off the covers. The image of him lying naked in bed remained in her mind as clear as a photograph. Struggling to push the picture aside, she moved toward him. She placed her hand on his forehead and found it damp with sweat but no fever.
Easing onto the bed, she spoke softly while she dabbed his brow with a cloth. He stilled somewhat, but not fully, continuing to toss his head from side to side.
With a startled cry, he bolted upright. His eyes wide, he grabbed her arms. “Sylvia!” His fingers dug brutally into her skin.
“No, it’s Jill!” She could tell by the empty look in his eyes he wasn’t fully awake. “Remember? Jill Proffit.”
His grip eased, yet his face contorted in confusion. “Jill?”
“Yes. It’s all right. You were having a nightmare.” She guided him down to the pillow. “Go back to sleep.”
He slid his hands down her arms and stared blankly at her.
“Go back to sleep,” she repeated softly, stroking his forehead then gently ran her fingers over his eyes, urging him to close them.
A deep breath slipped from his lungs as he enveloped one of her hands in his and pulled it to his chest. The rapid tattoo of his heart slowed, and she tried to move away as his body relaxed, but he refused to release her hand. She understood how he felt. She had her own demons in sleep, and there had been many a night she would have given her soul to have a hand to hold.
Arranging the blanket from her shoulders across them, she made herself comfortable, since it appeared she was going to be there a while. She couldn’t ignore the sense of pleasure washing over her as she lay next to him, feeling the warmth of his skin, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. Nor could she deny how genuinely safe she felt for the first time in a very long while.
Something pulled Travis from a very pleasant dream. The kind he really shouldn’t be having. The kind that was sure to get him into some very hot water. Hot being the operative word.
A loud crack of thunder boomed overhead and fingernails scraped against his skin.
Maybe they weren’t all dreams. Slowly casting his gaze down, he spied the top of Bobbi’s bleached blonde head nestled perfectly in the crook of his arm, her tiny hand under his, her fingers curling into the hairs on his chest. He had no idea how she got there or why, but he refused to waste another second wondering about it and simply enjoyed how good she felt.
She stirred, pressing her firm round breasts snugly against his side. A moan escaped his constricted throat. She was killing him, and she didn’t even know it.
Taking a steadying breath, he swallowed hard. He would conquer this attraction, this powerful need steadily growing inside him. A need he’d never experienced with any other woman, but then Barbara McBride wasn’t just any other woman. She was a living, breathing part of Jason McBride. If he could just keep telling himself that, maybe he could beat this thing.
Yeah, just think about Jase. About how you let your best friend down .
Her eyelashes fluttered against his skin, breathing new life into the battle raging inside him. He knew it wouldn’t be an easy fight.
Although he suspected she was awake, she didn’t move. Was she afraid she’d wake him or did she relish the feel of their bodies wrapped around one another as much as he did?
As much as it pained him, he had to put some distance between them before he did something he would regret. Teasing her seemed to work pretty well, considering she’d avoided him the entire afternoon. Perhaps if
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