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Authors: Janelle Taylor
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kissed like teenagers who only had a limited time together, making each touch, each moment, each sigh count.
Kim slid her arms around his neck. She wanted complete surrender, complete love. Deliberately, she crowded all her doubts to a small locked corner of her mind.
“I want you,” he whispered. His body was hard against hers. He didn’t try to hide any feelings, any desires.
Kim nodded, unable to speak. She didn’t mean it as a complete surrender, but that’s how Stephen took it. He swept her into his arms and carried her back through the cabin. She clung to him, suddenly scared. His gaze read her face, but before she could protest, his mouth swooped down on hers again, reminding her of the pleasures to come.
When her back connected with the quilted bedspread, Kim’s sanity returned in a cold rush. “Stephen, wait!” she cried, hands pressed against his shoulders to ward him off.
His green eyes swam with desire. She couldn’t look at him. He mesmerized her, and it made her think dangerous, wicked, delicious thoughts.
“I can’t just throw caution to the wind.”
“Oh, Kim, don’t talk,” he murmured against the warm skin of her neck. His body stretched out luxuriously beside her, half atop her, legs tangled.
“This is insane.”
“Why?” he demanded, lips against her throat.
“Because!”
His mouth cut off more protests. Kim’s senses swam under his tender assault. As soon as his lips left to discover the curve of her jaw, the lobe of her ear, she muttered, “I won’t like myself later.”
“You worry too much.”
“There’s always a tomorrow,” she half choked out. What was he doing? His tongue had found sections of her ear she hadn’t known existed!
“Just love me . . . ”
It was so tempting. Why not? her heart demanded. Why not? But her head wasn’t so eager, so swamped with desire.
Still . . .
Because it was easier than fighting, Kim accepted his kisses and tender touches. His hand drifted downward, massaging her breast, and her heartbeat quickened in anticipation. Squeezing her eyes shut tightly, she tried to force out the drumbeat of warnings that filled her head. Why can’t I just make love to him? she demanded of herself. Other people do it all the time. Why not just this once? Why not?
The answer came swiftly: because she had to be in love with him, and he had to be in love with her. She was pretty sure she was falling head over heels for him, but she didn’t believe for a minute that for him this was more than an attraction.
With understanding came action; she pushed him away.
“Kim,” he protested with a thick murmur, his own emotions difficult to override. But it was just sex for him, she reminded herself, and with a squirming twist she was out from under him and standing, shaking by the side of the bed.
Stephen groaned and buried his face in the quilt in frustration.
“Look, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be a tease. I just can’t do this. I can’t. Sex is for people in love. I’m sorry, that’s just how I feel. I wouldn’t be able to spend this weekend with you, then go back to my regular life like nothing had happened,” Kim struggled to continue. “I’m—sorry.”
Heaving a huge sigh, Stephen rolled to his back, sliding her a rueful glance. “You’ve said that three times. Stop apologizing.”
“Well, I feel I have to. I may have sent out mixed signals. I’m—” She caught herself before she uttered it a fourth time.
“I’m beginning to agree with you wholeheartedly,” he expelled.
“About what?”
“We can’t stay here together.”
With that, he shot off the bed with a muscular twist and headed out of the bedroom, through the cabin, and out the front door into the drizzling afternoon.
By nightfall the rain stopped, but there was still no sign of Stephen. Kimberly was torn between annoyance and worry. He’d taken off in his red Jeep, and she’d surreptitiously watched from the window as he’d heedlessly bumped
Kim slid her arms around his neck. She wanted complete surrender, complete love. Deliberately, she crowded all her doubts to a small locked corner of her mind.
“I want you,” he whispered. His body was hard against hers. He didn’t try to hide any feelings, any desires.
Kim nodded, unable to speak. She didn’t mean it as a complete surrender, but that’s how Stephen took it. He swept her into his arms and carried her back through the cabin. She clung to him, suddenly scared. His gaze read her face, but before she could protest, his mouth swooped down on hers again, reminding her of the pleasures to come.
When her back connected with the quilted bedspread, Kim’s sanity returned in a cold rush. “Stephen, wait!” she cried, hands pressed against his shoulders to ward him off.
His green eyes swam with desire. She couldn’t look at him. He mesmerized her, and it made her think dangerous, wicked, delicious thoughts.
“I can’t just throw caution to the wind.”
“Oh, Kim, don’t talk,” he murmured against the warm skin of her neck. His body stretched out luxuriously beside her, half atop her, legs tangled.
“This is insane.”
“Why?” he demanded, lips against her throat.
“Because!”
His mouth cut off more protests. Kim’s senses swam under his tender assault. As soon as his lips left to discover the curve of her jaw, the lobe of her ear, she muttered, “I won’t like myself later.”
“You worry too much.”
“There’s always a tomorrow,” she half choked out. What was he doing? His tongue had found sections of her ear she hadn’t known existed!
“Just love me . . . ”
It was so tempting. Why not? her heart demanded. Why not? But her head wasn’t so eager, so swamped with desire.
Still . . .
Because it was easier than fighting, Kim accepted his kisses and tender touches. His hand drifted downward, massaging her breast, and her heartbeat quickened in anticipation. Squeezing her eyes shut tightly, she tried to force out the drumbeat of warnings that filled her head. Why can’t I just make love to him? she demanded of herself. Other people do it all the time. Why not just this once? Why not?
The answer came swiftly: because she had to be in love with him, and he had to be in love with her. She was pretty sure she was falling head over heels for him, but she didn’t believe for a minute that for him this was more than an attraction.
With understanding came action; she pushed him away.
“Kim,” he protested with a thick murmur, his own emotions difficult to override. But it was just sex for him, she reminded herself, and with a squirming twist she was out from under him and standing, shaking by the side of the bed.
Stephen groaned and buried his face in the quilt in frustration.
“Look, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be a tease. I just can’t do this. I can’t. Sex is for people in love. I’m sorry, that’s just how I feel. I wouldn’t be able to spend this weekend with you, then go back to my regular life like nothing had happened,” Kim struggled to continue. “I’m—sorry.”
Heaving a huge sigh, Stephen rolled to his back, sliding her a rueful glance. “You’ve said that three times. Stop apologizing.”
“Well, I feel I have to. I may have sent out mixed signals. I’m—” She caught herself before she uttered it a fourth time.
“I’m beginning to agree with you wholeheartedly,” he expelled.
“About what?”
“We can’t stay here together.”
With that, he shot off the bed with a muscular twist and headed out of the bedroom, through the cabin, and out the front door into the drizzling afternoon.
By nightfall the rain stopped, but there was still no sign of Stephen. Kimberly was torn between annoyance and worry. He’d taken off in his red Jeep, and she’d surreptitiously watched from the window as he’d heedlessly bumped
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