The movement pul ed their bodies apart. Instinctively, he arched, seeking a deeper connection. She caught her breath and pulsed around him, beginning to rock, finding her rhythm. He caught her hips to help her, each glide, each push, each pant, bringing them closer.
Sensation wracked him as their sweat-slicked bodies moved together. She held him tightly deep inside, gripping his shoulders, her short fingers digging in. Her lips parted, her eyes narrowed in fierce concentration.
“I can’t,” she choked out, straining against him.
“You wil .” He palmed her buttocks, feeling her muscles clench and squeeze inside and out, dragging him with her to the edge. “Come on, baby. Fly.”
He reached for her, for the place where they were joined, and pushed her over.
Impaled on his cock, imprisoned by his arms, she cried out his name and flew.
His world spun dizzily out of control. Holding her close, he fel .
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Th e g r ay l ig h t o f daw n e d g e d t h e s h a bb y motel curtains. Iestyn turned his head on the pil ow. Lara slept heavily beside him, her dark hair a tangle, her face pure and soft in the cold, uncompromising light.
He could be gone before she woke. To Maine. Now that he had a destination—he wouldn’t go so far as to cal it a plan
—he didn’t need to drag her with him. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d slipped early from a woman’s bed to avoid an argument in the morning.
The scent of sex lingered on the sheets, but no trace of cigarettes or booze or stale perfume. Physical y, he felt better than he had in days, his body loose and relaxed, his headache a manageable throb, the burn around his neck a mere distraction. He stretched, careful not to disturb the sleeping woman at his side. It would be a shame to waste his current wel -being on regrets or recriminations.
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Desire stirred. Again. She was so damn beautiful.
Those long, dark lashes. That moist, kiss-swol en mouth.
Her fingers curled protectively into her palm as if she held a kiss or a secret.
She was ful of secrets. And surprises.
Who’d have thought his angel would be so hot in bed?
Just thinking about the way she’d gone down on him last night was enough to flood his veins with liquid fire. Yet she was so guarded, so modest, she hadn’t removed her oversized T-shirt, even when they’d made love a second time.
Of course, they’d both been half asleep. He had roused to find her stil sprawled over him, soft, warm, delicious.
He’d covered himself with another condom from the stash under her pil ow, giving silent thanks for her tendency to plan ahead. With a contented sigh, she’d moved over him, her lashes fluttering open as he’d slipped into her welcoming heat.
Sex so tender, so ardent, belonged in a dream.
Rueful y, he regarded his hard-on, jutting against the sheet.
He could be out of here before she woke. The problem was, he didn’t want to go.
After last night, he could hardly slap some money on the dresser and take off. Yet he couldn’t leave her without funds. Without a car. Without a word.
Without a kiss.
He leaned forward and touched his lips to hers.
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The shock of connection caught her unprepared.
Sunstreaked hair, sun-bronzed skin, sun god face.
Something hot and liquid gleamed in his eyes and pooled deep inside her. The tug of need left her dizzy, dazzled, and uncertain.
Her face flushed.
“What can I do for you this morning?” he asked with easy warmth.
She had no idea how to respond.
Last night she’d talked him—talked
What was she supposed to say?
Her pulse jumped.
She drew an unsteady breath. “Not a thing,” she said cool y.
His eyes narrowed. For a moment she waited, her heart beating wildly, for him to . . . What? Take her back in his arms to that safe place in the heart of the storm, that place where she could fly.
“Fine.” He dropped a hard, brief kiss on her mouth. “I’l grab a shower, then.”
Naked, he rol ed away from her and strol ed into the bathroom.
She refused to acknowledge her sinking feeling as disappointment. She’d had a lover. She’d even had an orgasm before. Sort of.
Sex was
A memory of Iestyn’s glinting eyes came back and stole her breath.
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Maybe.
