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pulled them on before running in here.
âWhat happened?â he asked again.
She turned her head to the side, pressing her cheek to the pillow. âI donât want to talk about it.â
âAll right,â he answered, but she knew that the reprievewas only temporary. He was going to make her tell him about it, because he wasnât the kind of guy to let this go.
âNot now. Please. Not now,â she protested.
âItâs okay. Youâre okay.â
Was she?
They were in a hotel room. Far from the funhouse. She should be safe here. She wanted to feel safe. Even more than that, she wanted to feel normal, and the most normal thing she could cling to was the man who held her in his arms. He was solid and strong. Sure of his own values. Sheâd always liked that about him, even when sheâd understood that those values were keeping them apart as much as her own resolve.
A resolve that had apparently melted away. Sheâd reached for him onceâand she needed to do it again.
Unable to stop herself, she lifted her face at the same time she clasped the back of his head and brought his mouth to hers.
After resisting for a moment, he covered her lips with his. The first kiss theyâd shared in the car had been tender. That wasnât what she needed now. She needed to wipe out the memories of the awful dream. The moment his mouth touched down on hers, she moved her lips against his with a desperation that surprised her.
She was under the covers and he was above them, but she felt his weight shift, felt him stretch out beside her on the bed so that he could gather her close. As she clung to him, she closed her eyes, wanting him to be the only part of her reality that mattered.
She stroked his naked back, then downward until she encountered the waistband of his jeans.
He shifted again, drawing away, and she was afraid he was going to leave her. Instead he pulled down the coversto her waist so that he could gather her more tightly against his broad chest.
She burrowed into his warmth, loving the corded strength of his arms and the large hands that stroked over her shoulders and down her spine, sending shivers over her skin and deeper. When he brought his mouth back to hers, her tongue flicked out to play with his lips, then darted back, inviting him to follow. He did, stroking the inside of her lips, her teeth, the side of her tongue, sending currents of sensation through her.
It had been so long since sheâd lain in bed with a man. As he kissed her and stroked her arms, she rediscovered sensations sheâd forgotten existed.
With dreamy deliberation, she raised her hand, tracing a path along his cheek, loving the way the scratchy stubble contrasted with the softness of his lips moving over hers. His beard prickled at her nerve endings, raising the heat level of her whole body.
When her hand trailed to the side of his neck, she could feel his pulse accelerate. His response was like a secret jolt of power that fueled her own need.
He raised his head, staring down at her, and she felt her lips curve into a smile before she brought his mouth back to hers so she could deepen the contact, drinking in the wonderful taste of him.
She understood that he wasnât going to be the one to push things any further, but she needed more. Her breasts were full and achy now, and she had to feel his hands there. She found one and pulled it to her breast, cupping his palm around it, pressing her taut nipple against him.
He made a low sound as his other hand came up to join the first so that he could lift and squeeze her breasts gently, wringing a cry of satisfaction from her.
What he was doing felt so good that she was lost in aswirl of sensations. Restlessly, she moved the lower part of her body against his, feeling his erection through the layers of fabric that separated them.
He was half lying on top of her and she squirmed against him, tugging at the covers, trying to get them out
âWhat happened?â he asked again.
She turned her head to the side, pressing her cheek to the pillow. âI donât want to talk about it.â
âAll right,â he answered, but she knew that the reprievewas only temporary. He was going to make her tell him about it, because he wasnât the kind of guy to let this go.
âNot now. Please. Not now,â she protested.
âItâs okay. Youâre okay.â
Was she?
They were in a hotel room. Far from the funhouse. She should be safe here. She wanted to feel safe. Even more than that, she wanted to feel normal, and the most normal thing she could cling to was the man who held her in his arms. He was solid and strong. Sure of his own values. Sheâd always liked that about him, even when sheâd understood that those values were keeping them apart as much as her own resolve.
A resolve that had apparently melted away. Sheâd reached for him onceâand she needed to do it again.
Unable to stop herself, she lifted her face at the same time she clasped the back of his head and brought his mouth to hers.
After resisting for a moment, he covered her lips with his. The first kiss theyâd shared in the car had been tender. That wasnât what she needed now. She needed to wipe out the memories of the awful dream. The moment his mouth touched down on hers, she moved her lips against his with a desperation that surprised her.
She was under the covers and he was above them, but she felt his weight shift, felt him stretch out beside her on the bed so that he could gather her close. As she clung to him, she closed her eyes, wanting him to be the only part of her reality that mattered.
She stroked his naked back, then downward until she encountered the waistband of his jeans.
He shifted again, drawing away, and she was afraid he was going to leave her. Instead he pulled down the coversto her waist so that he could gather her more tightly against his broad chest.
She burrowed into his warmth, loving the corded strength of his arms and the large hands that stroked over her shoulders and down her spine, sending shivers over her skin and deeper. When he brought his mouth back to hers, her tongue flicked out to play with his lips, then darted back, inviting him to follow. He did, stroking the inside of her lips, her teeth, the side of her tongue, sending currents of sensation through her.
It had been so long since sheâd lain in bed with a man. As he kissed her and stroked her arms, she rediscovered sensations sheâd forgotten existed.
With dreamy deliberation, she raised her hand, tracing a path along his cheek, loving the way the scratchy stubble contrasted with the softness of his lips moving over hers. His beard prickled at her nerve endings, raising the heat level of her whole body.
When her hand trailed to the side of his neck, she could feel his pulse accelerate. His response was like a secret jolt of power that fueled her own need.
He raised his head, staring down at her, and she felt her lips curve into a smile before she brought his mouth back to hers so she could deepen the contact, drinking in the wonderful taste of him.
She understood that he wasnât going to be the one to push things any further, but she needed more. Her breasts were full and achy now, and she had to feel his hands there. She found one and pulled it to her breast, cupping his palm around it, pressing her taut nipple against him.
He made a low sound as his other hand came up to join the first so that he could lift and squeeze her breasts gently, wringing a cry of satisfaction from her.
What he was doing felt so good that she was lost in aswirl of sensations. Restlessly, she moved the lower part of her body against his, feeling his erection through the layers of fabric that separated them.
He was half lying on top of her and she squirmed against him, tugging at the covers, trying to get them out
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