room,ââ he said.
She felt breathless and kind of wild, stretching out on the tiny area of sofa cushion available next to him, and then smothered a yelp as Shane picked her up and draped her over his chest and, oh my God, over all the rest of him, too.
âBetter?ââ he asked, and raised his eyebrows. It was a real question, and he was looking for a real answer. Claire felt a blush building a fire in her cheeks, but she didnât look away from his gaze.
âPerfect,ââ she said.
It felt like being naked, except for all the clothes. The kisses this time were wet and urgent and deep, and the feeling of Shaneâs muscles tensing and relaxing under her was incredibly exciting. This should be illegal, she thought. Well, it was kind of illegal. Or would be, if any clothes came off.
Shane might not have been Michael, with all the responsibility, but he definitely wasnât that impulsive. At least, not with her. His hands roamed, but never to places where she wanted them toâbadlyâand some of the places they roamed made her wonder why sheâd never wanted someone to touch her there before. Like the small of her back, where the skin dipped into a shallow valley. Or the back of her neck. Or the inside of her arms. Orâ¦
As he was bringing his hands up her sides, his fingers just barely brushed the outer curve of her breasts, and she gasped into his mouth.
Shane immediately sat her upright, and moved to the other end of the couch. His face was flushed; his eyes were bright and no longer looked even a little bit tired. âNo,ââ he said, and held out his hand like a traffic cop when she tried to scoot closer. âRed flag. If you make that sound again, we are in trouble. Or I am, anyway.ââ
âButâââ Claire felt that blush creeping in again, and had no idea what it was going to be like to put this into words. âWhat about you? You knowâââ She made a vague gesture that could have been anything. Or nothing. Or anything.
âDonât worry about me. I needed this.ââ He was still breathing deeply, but he did look better. Steadier. More likeâ¦Shane, instead of that lost and hurt little boy terrified of his nightmares. âSo? Did we have fun?ââ
âFun,ââ she agreed faintly. So much fun she felt like a fizzed-up soda, ready to burst. âUm, I need toâââ
âYeah, me, too.ââ But Shane made no move to go. Claire swallowed hard and took the course of the better part of valor, up the stairs to her room. She shut the door and locked it, threw herself on her brand-new mattressâshe hadnât even put sheets on it yet, and they were a little light on blankets after using most of them to fight the fireâand bounced. The room smelled like a wet smoky dog, but she didnât care.
Not at all.
Fun.
Oh yes.
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Around noon, Claire heard the doorbell, and ran downstairs. Shane was lying on the couch, sound asleep. Still no sign of Eve, and she didnât expect to have any Michael sightings, given the daylight hours. She raced down the hall to the door, which was braced with a wooden chair as a temporary lock, and hesitated.
âMichael? You there?ââ A chilly breeze swept across her, ruffling her hair. Wow. He was strong today. âCan I open the door? One for yes, two for no.ââ
Apparently, yes. She pulled the chair away and peered outside. There were two men standing on the porch, both tall; one was lean and hard-looking, with black hair; the other one was a little pale (but not vamp pale) and heavyset, and where he wasnât balding, his very short hair looked brown.
They both displayed badges. Police.
âYouâre Claire, right?ââ the lean one said, and extended his hand. âJoe Hess. This is my partner, Travis Lowe. How you doing?ââ
âUmâ¦ââ She fumbled for the
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