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caressed her hair. “Beautiful.”
    She sighed. “I never felt anything like that before. That
was…”
    “Fucking fantastic?”
    She laughed softly. “Yes.”
    Heaviness pulled him toward sleep but he went to the
bathroom to clean up. She did the same and they returned to the bed moments
later. She propped up on one elbow and caressed his chest.
    As her fingers tested his nipples, he twitched in pleasure. “Damn,
if you keep doing that you’re going to pay.”
    Her eyebrows went up. “Pay for what?”
    He drew her closer so he could whisper in her ear. “For
being so sexy.”
    When she drew back enough so he could look in her eyes, his
breath caught. He’d craved kissing her, being inside her sweet body, and now he’d
gotten everything he wanted. Hadn’t he? A fierce desire to protect roared up
inside him just as it had in the mall when the shooting started. It friggin’
scared the shit out of him. He didn’t want to need her this way, to desire with
soul-stirring intensity a connection that went beyond their physical bodies. He
wavered between panic and contentment, wanting to hold her and wanting to run.
He held on like a drowning man reaching for the riverbank.

Chapter Five
     
    Jake rolled over and realized Kathleen wasn’t in his arms or
the bed. For a wild second he wondered if he’d dreamed coming to her hotel room
and having hot, amazing sex with her. The bedside lamp still glowed and he
squinted in the brightness. Kathleen sat in the straight-back chair, wrapped in
a silky blue robe. She stared at him, her expression almost sad.
    He sat up. “Hey, what’s wrong? You okay?”
    A gentle smile cleared her somber expression. “I can’t
sleep.”
    “Are you one of those women who wake up after sex?”
    “Yes, I am actually. But that isn’t it. I was thinking about
Thanksgiving tomorrow and then the wedding on Saturday.” She left the chair and
cruised back to the bed. She settled on the side of the bed opposite him. “Do
you realize I’ve been a bridesmaid eight times? Who in the world is a
bridesmaid eight times? I was thinking about that when the gunfire started
Tuesday night.”
    He saw the shiver run through her body and he held his hand
out to her. “Come here.”
    She lifted one eyebrow. “There you go being all bossy again.”
    He broke into a big smile and said, “Get over here, wench.”
    She shook her head and crawled across the bed toward him. “Well,
I suppose that’s better than ‘wench, get over here and make me a sandwich’.”
    “Wench—mmphh—”
    She put her hand over his mouth playfully for a moment, then
lifted her hand. “Shut up. I’m in command now.”
    When she straddled his waist, his lower anatomy rejoiced
that she was in charge. Her robe parted, leaving her naked pussy and half of
her breasts in full view. His cock rose, pressing against the sheet-and-blanket
barrier between them. He lifted his hips and made a low sound in his throat.
His gaze landed on the full dark hair covering her secrets and he wanted to
taste every inch of her folds. Yeah, they’d have to do that sometime soon. Real
soon.
    “What are you doing, sir?” she asked in a light voice.
    “Admiring you.”
    She put one hand on her hip and cocked her head to the side.
Her voice went husky, like Mae West. “Mmm. Come up and see me sometime.”
    He laughed. “Man, talk about clichés this evening.”
    “We’re pretty good at it, don’t you think? The clichés and
the sex.”
    “I’d say the sex comes out on top by a long shot.” He
decided he’d admit something he’d never thought of until tonight’s lovemaking. “Sex
has never been like that for me.”
    Her eyebrows twitched upward again. “Seriously?”
    “It was the hottest I’ve ever experienced.”
    She sobered and the softness in her eyes increased. “Me too.”
    Her lips parted, and they tantalized him as he imagined her
mouth slipping down, down over his cock. “God, you’re beautiful, Kathleen.”
    She blushed, and