muscled arms. Those arms could have terrified her, reminded her of the attack. Instead she’d felt safe. Protected. Had anchored her even when she was flying from the first orgasm she’d ever had with a man.
And his smile, when his mouth finally loosened enough for it to curve, was a revelation. “Probably better than I should have.” Then he sighed and the smile disappeared. “We need to talk, Tam. We need to figure some stuff out and we need to go talk to someone.”
The real world tried to intrude but she wasn’t ready for it. Not yet.
Instead, she let her gaze drop to his lap, where she saw the bulge of his erection pressing against his zipper.
She did that to him. God, she loved knowing she affected him like that. “And we need to do that right now?”
His gaze darkened as he held hers, heat beginning to build between her legs. Her lungs felt heavy and the air in the room thickened. She wanted him again. Wanted him to take her and make everything else go away again.
Then he shook his head. “You have time for a shower and breakfast. Then we gotta get going. I want to get started tracking down who those men were working for.”
She wanted to groan but bit her tongue. Now that he’d mentioned the men, reality burst through her bubble of arousal. Last night had been an oasis, almost a dream. But the languor in her body and the slight ache between her thighs let her know it wasn’t.
If she could hold on to those sensations throughout the day, maybe that would make everything else feel less surreal too.
“Where do we have to go?”
Her resigned tone made his mouth twitch into a half-assed grin. Unfolding from the chair, he eased onto the side of the bed, finally close enough to touch.
Her fingers itched to stroke over that heated skin, but he beat her to it, lifting his hand to cup her jaw and rubbing his thumb across her lips. “To talk to someone who may be able to help us find who those men were working for.”
“And who’s that?”
“One of the strega in Margie’s boschetta has the Gift of praenuntio . She can see the future. I want her to read you, maybe find out if and when this woman will try for you again.”
“You think she will?”
“I think whoever it is went to a hell of a lot of trouble to find you. And I want to know why.”
Before she knew what he was doing, he leaned forward and kissed her. Closed mouth, hard contact and only for a second. But enough to rattle her brain.
Then he pulled away and ran finger across her cheek, making her shiver. “Now. Get up and get a shower before I crawl back into bed and we don’t leave.”
She licked his taste off her lips and smiled at the heat in his eyes. “Would that be such a bad thing?”
She shrugged and felt the sheet slip away from her hold to pool in her lap. Naked from the waist up, she didn’t bother to cover herself. She wanted him to look, wanted him to see her. To want her.
And he did. He let his gaze drop to devour her, his predatory gaze skimming her over her breasts, nipples peaked and sensitive.
Please touch me.
Couldn’t he hear her? Didn’t he know she wanted him to reach for her? To cup her breasts in his hands and lift them to his mouth? Lick the sensitive buds with his tongue and pull them into his mouth?
Her breath froze as he stared, his hands clenching and unclenching on his legs. Then the air left her lungs in a rush when he shook his head and looked away. As if to avoid temptation.
“No. Another time, I’m gonna take you up on that. But not now.”
Disappointment made her shoulders droop as he sighed, pushed to his feet and headed for the door.
Of course, she watched his particularly fine ass all the way until he turned out of sight.
Flopping back onto the bed, she pressed her cheek against the pillow next to hers and drew in a deep breath. It smelled like Kyle, musky and male and sexy. She wanted to curl around the pillow and just sniff it but he’d think she was deranged if he caught her.
And
And his smile, when his mouth finally loosened enough for it to curve, was a revelation. “Probably better than I should have.” Then he sighed and the smile disappeared. “We need to talk, Tam. We need to figure some stuff out and we need to go talk to someone.”
The real world tried to intrude but she wasn’t ready for it. Not yet.
Instead, she let her gaze drop to his lap, where she saw the bulge of his erection pressing against his zipper.
She did that to him. God, she loved knowing she affected him like that. “And we need to do that right now?”
His gaze darkened as he held hers, heat beginning to build between her legs. Her lungs felt heavy and the air in the room thickened. She wanted him again. Wanted him to take her and make everything else go away again.
Then he shook his head. “You have time for a shower and breakfast. Then we gotta get going. I want to get started tracking down who those men were working for.”
She wanted to groan but bit her tongue. Now that he’d mentioned the men, reality burst through her bubble of arousal. Last night had been an oasis, almost a dream. But the languor in her body and the slight ache between her thighs let her know it wasn’t.
If she could hold on to those sensations throughout the day, maybe that would make everything else feel less surreal too.
“Where do we have to go?”
Her resigned tone made his mouth twitch into a half-assed grin. Unfolding from the chair, he eased onto the side of the bed, finally close enough to touch.
Her fingers itched to stroke over that heated skin, but he beat her to it, lifting his hand to cup her jaw and rubbing his thumb across her lips. “To talk to someone who may be able to help us find who those men were working for.”
“And who’s that?”
“One of the strega in Margie’s boschetta has the Gift of praenuntio . She can see the future. I want her to read you, maybe find out if and when this woman will try for you again.”
“You think she will?”
“I think whoever it is went to a hell of a lot of trouble to find you. And I want to know why.”
Before she knew what he was doing, he leaned forward and kissed her. Closed mouth, hard contact and only for a second. But enough to rattle her brain.
Then he pulled away and ran finger across her cheek, making her shiver. “Now. Get up and get a shower before I crawl back into bed and we don’t leave.”
She licked his taste off her lips and smiled at the heat in his eyes. “Would that be such a bad thing?”
She shrugged and felt the sheet slip away from her hold to pool in her lap. Naked from the waist up, she didn’t bother to cover herself. She wanted him to look, wanted him to see her. To want her.
And he did. He let his gaze drop to devour her, his predatory gaze skimming her over her breasts, nipples peaked and sensitive.
Please touch me.
Couldn’t he hear her? Didn’t he know she wanted him to reach for her? To cup her breasts in his hands and lift them to his mouth? Lick the sensitive buds with his tongue and pull them into his mouth?
Her breath froze as he stared, his hands clenching and unclenching on his legs. Then the air left her lungs in a rush when he shook his head and looked away. As if to avoid temptation.
“No. Another time, I’m gonna take you up on that. But not now.”
Disappointment made her shoulders droop as he sighed, pushed to his feet and headed for the door.
Of course, she watched his particularly fine ass all the way until he turned out of sight.
Flopping back onto the bed, she pressed her cheek against the pillow next to hers and drew in a deep breath. It smelled like Kyle, musky and male and sexy. She wanted to curl around the pillow and just sniff it but he’d think she was deranged if he caught her.
And
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