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to pull her on top of him. Somehow the couch got abandoned. It was just too hard to find it with her eyes closed and nothing on her mind but touching him and being touched. The scratchy carpet at least cushioned her bare back, and still he kissed her, rubbing his pelvis against her bare tummy now, so she could feel how hard and urgently he wanted her.
    The fire suddenly sent a fireworks of sparks up the chimney. A log tumbled to the grate. All this time, they’d been warm enough with the fire, as long as they wore all their clothes, yet now they were both peeled down to near bare flesh—give or take socks—and she was still amply warm.
    Hell’s bells, she could have swum in the snow and might still need to do that just to cool off. That funny thought surfaced, but it wouldn’t stick. It should have stuck. Sex was fun. It made life worthwhile. It made a woman feel alive, feel important, feel her own power. But it shouldn’t tear a girl’s soul out, should it?
    Daisy was no baby about this. She knew life. She couldn’t be fooled by fairy tales, not anymore. But damn. This yearning seeping through her, eekingthrough her, aching through her, was scary and troubling and…compelling.
    Teague’s eyes suddenly opened, found hers, held hers. “You ready?” he asked her.
    â€œOh, yes. Ten times yes.”
    â€œIf we fall off the world, we do it together.”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œI don’t give a damn about tomorrow. You’re mine tonight.”
    â€œYes. And you’re mine.”
    â€œAh, hell, yes.” And then he thrust inside her, his head thrown back, the pulse in his throat throbbing as hard as hers was. “Yes.” He thrust again, looked at her. “Oh, yes,” he whispered that third time, as if he were finally there, impaled as deeply inside her as any man had been, any man would be or could be.
    And then it was just as he said. She tipped off the world. With him. Into him.
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    She woke up to a nightmare. One instant she’d been burrowed in a cocoon of warmth and safety; the next, there was a frantic thud in her tummy and fear slamming in her pulse.
    Her eyes shot wide. Yesterday morning she’d been wakened by a cell phone, and from somewhere in the house the same phone was beeping now. Everything else was a jolt of a surprise, though. Sunlight sneaked through cracks in the curtains. Every light and lamp in the Cunningham house seemed to be turned on. New noises emanated from everywhere—the hum of a refrigerator motor, a radio in another room, the clang of hot water pipes. A man was wrapped around her as if he were the birthday boy and she was his present.
    Faster than a blink she realized power had been restored and the blizzard really did seem to be over. But the man spooned around her, protecting her from dragons and darkness and all… There was the nightmare.
    Guilt hit her brighter than the daylight. Maybe she’d curled up with Teague that first night, but nothing serious had happened. She could forgive herself a lost moment in time. But last night…
    Last night she’d made love with him—a near stranger. She didn’t do that. Ever. She was capable of being very foolish, of making impulsive decisions, of choosing the wrong men. But she’d never been a complete and total idiot before.
    â€œThat cell phone,” the low-whiskey baritone said to the curve of her neck, “keeps ringing. Apparently the caller’s not going to give up. You want me to get it?”
    â€œNo, I will. You’re just going to hurt your ankle if you try to hustle. And it has to the sheriff.” It was. Unfortunately, she couldn’t discover that for sure until she’d charged out from under the covers naked as a jaybird. The cell phone was in the kitchen, plugged in, but obviously the power hadn’t been on long because the connection was scratchy.
    â€œDaisy Campbell, if you hadn’t answered soon,