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Authors: Lynne Connolly
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did she tell you?”
“She wants revenge. She says her killer is aboard the ship, but she doesn’t believe she’s dead. Remember I told you sometimes if a person passes quickly, they get confused?” Lisa nodded against the warmth of his chest. “I think she’s one of those. I need to help her to move on, to accept what has happened to her. And her killer, too. I haven’t felt his presence, but we’d only just started tonight. Perhaps Ayesha will make contact.”
“Will it be dangerous for her?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
She shifted in his arms, pushing away so she could look up into his face, miss nothing in his reaction to what she was about to say. “Then shouldn’t we leave her to it? Get the hell out of Dodge and let her do the work?”
“If it weren’t for the anti-sensitive complication, I’d probably agree with you. But you need to move on, too, love. You didn’t know your mother, but her fate has haunted you since you learned about it.”
It wasn’t a question, it was a statement of fact, and of course, he was right. If Rosanna’s murderer had been brought to trial, perhaps she would have felt differently. Although the prime suspect, her lover Cory Selhurst, was dead, and Rosanna’s death had proved to be the beginning of his slide into disgrace, it wasn’t the same as an acceptance of guilt and his punishment for the deed. He’d lasted for another ten years, and the police were never able to gather enough hard evidence to make a case. He’d had enough money then to buy alibis, perhaps pay for silence. But it wasn’t essential to her happiness. Not now.
Michael Scott was.
“Sweetheart!” Michael dragged her close and kissed her, twisting his head to get better access, thrusting his tongue deep. His kiss ravaged her, cleansed her, and she pressed her body against his, trying to touch all of him with all of her.
He left her mouth to kiss her neck, nipping and licking until she moaned with the pleasure of his caresses. His hands swept down her body, savoring the curve of hip and thigh, returning to stroke her breasts.
She wasn’t idle, either. Lisa put her hands around him, and when he rose over her, put her hands around his waist, sliding them down to caress his buttocks. He groaned, low in his throat. “Lisa, say you want me. I want to hear the words.”
“You should rest.” It was her last effort at protest. She was almost too far gone to think of anything but the joy of having him inside her body.
“I will, I promise. With you. Let me in, darling.”
“Yes. I want you, Michael. Very much.”
He took her mouth with a savage, possessing kiss.
She opened her legs and he slid down, caressing her clit with the smooth, hot head of his cock, driving her wild. He didn’t enter her immediately, but stretched up, over her head. She heard the nightstand drawer open and realized what he was doing.
Lisa had never, ever forgotten protection before. But this time she didn’t want it. She wanted him inside her, nothing between them. She caught his wrist and waited until he looked down at her. “Lisa?”
“No condom. Nothing. I’m on the pill, Michael.”
He swallowed. “You trust me?”
She nodded and then smiled. “With my life. I leave the decision up to you.”
“Darling, I swear—” He broke off, and finished his sentence in her head. I never, ever want you to suffer because of me. I love you .
She answered him in the same way. I love you .
The burning need in his eyes seared her with its intensity. He moved down once more and she gasped when his cock entered her, firmly taking possession of what had always been his. She just hadn’t realized it before. He briefly closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he gazed into hers, hiding nothing of his need and desire.
Fulfilled just with the sense of him inside her, she could have stayed motionless, savoring the moment.
I think we can do better than that .
With a feral grin, he lifted and plunged down again,
“She wants revenge. She says her killer is aboard the ship, but she doesn’t believe she’s dead. Remember I told you sometimes if a person passes quickly, they get confused?” Lisa nodded against the warmth of his chest. “I think she’s one of those. I need to help her to move on, to accept what has happened to her. And her killer, too. I haven’t felt his presence, but we’d only just started tonight. Perhaps Ayesha will make contact.”
“Will it be dangerous for her?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
She shifted in his arms, pushing away so she could look up into his face, miss nothing in his reaction to what she was about to say. “Then shouldn’t we leave her to it? Get the hell out of Dodge and let her do the work?”
“If it weren’t for the anti-sensitive complication, I’d probably agree with you. But you need to move on, too, love. You didn’t know your mother, but her fate has haunted you since you learned about it.”
It wasn’t a question, it was a statement of fact, and of course, he was right. If Rosanna’s murderer had been brought to trial, perhaps she would have felt differently. Although the prime suspect, her lover Cory Selhurst, was dead, and Rosanna’s death had proved to be the beginning of his slide into disgrace, it wasn’t the same as an acceptance of guilt and his punishment for the deed. He’d lasted for another ten years, and the police were never able to gather enough hard evidence to make a case. He’d had enough money then to buy alibis, perhaps pay for silence. But it wasn’t essential to her happiness. Not now.
Michael Scott was.
“Sweetheart!” Michael dragged her close and kissed her, twisting his head to get better access, thrusting his tongue deep. His kiss ravaged her, cleansed her, and she pressed her body against his, trying to touch all of him with all of her.
He left her mouth to kiss her neck, nipping and licking until she moaned with the pleasure of his caresses. His hands swept down her body, savoring the curve of hip and thigh, returning to stroke her breasts.
She wasn’t idle, either. Lisa put her hands around him, and when he rose over her, put her hands around his waist, sliding them down to caress his buttocks. He groaned, low in his throat. “Lisa, say you want me. I want to hear the words.”
“You should rest.” It was her last effort at protest. She was almost too far gone to think of anything but the joy of having him inside her body.
“I will, I promise. With you. Let me in, darling.”
“Yes. I want you, Michael. Very much.”
He took her mouth with a savage, possessing kiss.
She opened her legs and he slid down, caressing her clit with the smooth, hot head of his cock, driving her wild. He didn’t enter her immediately, but stretched up, over her head. She heard the nightstand drawer open and realized what he was doing.
Lisa had never, ever forgotten protection before. But this time she didn’t want it. She wanted him inside her, nothing between them. She caught his wrist and waited until he looked down at her. “Lisa?”
“No condom. Nothing. I’m on the pill, Michael.”
He swallowed. “You trust me?”
She nodded and then smiled. “With my life. I leave the decision up to you.”
“Darling, I swear—” He broke off, and finished his sentence in her head. I never, ever want you to suffer because of me. I love you .
She answered him in the same way. I love you .
The burning need in his eyes seared her with its intensity. He moved down once more and she gasped when his cock entered her, firmly taking possession of what had always been his. She just hadn’t realized it before. He briefly closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he gazed into hers, hiding nothing of his need and desire.
Fulfilled just with the sense of him inside her, she could have stayed motionless, savoring the moment.
I think we can do better than that .
With a feral grin, he lifted and plunged down again,
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