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A blade of moonlight fell across the pillow, glinting on her golden curls. She was facing away from
him, and Mac felt his throat tighten as he glimpsed the soft curve of her bare shoulder. Her breathing
was shallow, and Mac ached to curl himself around her body and feel her breasts rise and fall.
He wasn t sure how long he stood there watching her, wrestling with his conscience. Stay or go?
Be a chaste bedmate or make love to her until neither of them could breathe?
All at once she stirred and rolled to face him. She blinked in the moonlight, then smiled. Her eyes
were sleepy and warm, and the curve of her hip beneath the sheet made Mac dizzy enough to forget
his name. He wanted to run away. He wanted to push himself between her legs and take her hard and
deep.
He settled for putting his hands behind his back so he didn t reach out to touch her. Hi.
She smiled again. Hi yourself. She propped herself up on one elbow and patted the bed beside
her.
As invitations went, it was hardly salacious. Mac moved toward her, his mind no longer in control
of his body as he stripped off his shirt and shucked his pants.
No sex. Nothing to cloud my judgment, my professionalism.
He started to reach for her. To his surprise, she turned away from him.
Spoon me, she murmured, presenting him with the naked curve of her back.
Mac stifled a groan and moved behind her, the mattress sinking beneath his weight as he curled his
arm around her. Spoon? he whispered back. Is that a sex thing from our Williams-Sonoma
registry?
She laughed and nestled her backside against the curve of his pelvis. He lost his breath for a
moment, aching to press himself into her. But he regained his composure and snuggled tight around
her, feeling every curve of her flow warm against the hollows of his body.
Mmm, that s nice. Sometimes, just cuddling is good.
You re warm, he murmured against her neck, breathing in the scent of her shampoo.
She pulled his arm tight around her, her breasts soft against the underside of his forearm. They lay
there like that in the moonlight, their breath in sync, their bodies twined together beneath the cool
sheet.
He was pretty sure she d fallen back asleep, and he started to relax. It was better this way. No sex,
no connection to complicate things.
This isn t connection?
It wasn t the same, though maybe that s what made it dangerous. He breathed her in, feeling her soft
curls catch in his beard stubble. She smelled flowery and warm, and he let his hand slide down over
her hip, memorizing the contours of her thigh. The curtains fluttered on a breeze that tasted like sage
and seawater, and Mac closed his eyes.
I could do this forever, he thought, then kicked himself for it.
No. Not forever. Not even close.
She turned in his arms, and for a moment he was struck by the idea that she d read his thoughts. Her
eyes held his in the semidarkness, glinting with moonlight and curiosity.
She propped herself up on one elbow and licked her lips. Tell me about Jillian.
Her words hit him like a punch to the ribs.
Jillian?
She nodded and reached up to tuck a wayward curl behind her ear. A streak of moonlight bathed
her cheek in cool light, and Mac felt his fingers clench tighter around her hip.
Jillian, she repeated, her expression determined. Your mom told me what happened. About your
cousin getting in the car with a strange man and police finding her body a few weeks later. I can t
even imagine how horrible that was for you. He watched her throat move as she swallowed. The
two of you were close?
He felt himself nodding, even though he hadn t made up his mind yet about answering her. He
rolled onto his back, distancing himself from her eyes. Her hand settled in the center of his chest, and
something about the gesture made him open his mouth to speak.
Yes, he said slowly. I was five, and she was seven, so I pretty much worshiped her.
Did you I mean, you saw it happen?
He turned his head to the side and met her eyes again, admiring the startling turquoise shade of
them. We knew about stranger danger, of course, he said. We both saw this rusty blue car pull up,
and a man in a black baseball cap. Jillian said he was creepy.
Her eyes held his, unblinking, as her palm rested over his heart. It felt good there, warm and
necessary. She stroked her fingers absently through his chest hair, and Mac closed his eyes.
He saw the blue car. Saw the man with the mustache and black cap.
He said he lost his puppy, Mac said, his words distant to his own ears. He pointed at Jillian and
said, You there, girlie come here.
And she went?
No. She didn t. Not at first. Mac breathed in and out, picturing the man s face in his head. The
crooked, leering smile. He pulled out some candy. Reese s Peanut Butter Cups, one of those big
king-size packages.
His eyes were still closed, so her voice sounded soft and dreamlike when she spoke. So she went
for the candy?
Mac opened his eyes and met hers. He d never spoken the words aloud, not to anyone. He
swallowed and held Kelli s gaze.
Jillian was allergic to peanut butter. To peanuts.
What?
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A blade of moonlight fell across the pillow, glinting on her golden curls. She was facing away from
him, and Mac felt his throat tighten as he glimpsed the soft curve of her bare shoulder. Her breathing
was shallow, and Mac ached to curl himself around her body and feel her breasts rise and fall.
He wasn t sure how long he stood there watching her, wrestling with his conscience. Stay or go?
Be a chaste bedmate or make love to her until neither of them could breathe?
All at once she stirred and rolled to face him. She blinked in the moonlight, then smiled. Her eyes
were sleepy and warm, and the curve of her hip beneath the sheet made Mac dizzy enough to forget
his name. He wanted to run away. He wanted to push himself between her legs and take her hard and
deep.
He settled for putting his hands behind his back so he didn t reach out to touch her. Hi.
She smiled again. Hi yourself. She propped herself up on one elbow and patted the bed beside
her.
As invitations went, it was hardly salacious. Mac moved toward her, his mind no longer in control
of his body as he stripped off his shirt and shucked his pants.
No sex. Nothing to cloud my judgment, my professionalism.
He started to reach for her. To his surprise, she turned away from him.
Spoon me, she murmured, presenting him with the naked curve of her back.
Mac stifled a groan and moved behind her, the mattress sinking beneath his weight as he curled his
arm around her. Spoon? he whispered back. Is that a sex thing from our Williams-Sonoma
registry?
She laughed and nestled her backside against the curve of his pelvis. He lost his breath for a
moment, aching to press himself into her. But he regained his composure and snuggled tight around
her, feeling every curve of her flow warm against the hollows of his body.
Mmm, that s nice. Sometimes, just cuddling is good.
You re warm, he murmured against her neck, breathing in the scent of her shampoo.
She pulled his arm tight around her, her breasts soft against the underside of his forearm. They lay
there like that in the moonlight, their breath in sync, their bodies twined together beneath the cool
sheet.
He was pretty sure she d fallen back asleep, and he started to relax. It was better this way. No sex,
no connection to complicate things.
This isn t connection?
It wasn t the same, though maybe that s what made it dangerous. He breathed her in, feeling her soft
curls catch in his beard stubble. She smelled flowery and warm, and he let his hand slide down over
her hip, memorizing the contours of her thigh. The curtains fluttered on a breeze that tasted like sage
and seawater, and Mac closed his eyes.
I could do this forever, he thought, then kicked himself for it.
No. Not forever. Not even close.
She turned in his arms, and for a moment he was struck by the idea that she d read his thoughts. Her
eyes held his in the semidarkness, glinting with moonlight and curiosity.
She propped herself up on one elbow and licked her lips. Tell me about Jillian.
Her words hit him like a punch to the ribs.
Jillian?
She nodded and reached up to tuck a wayward curl behind her ear. A streak of moonlight bathed
her cheek in cool light, and Mac felt his fingers clench tighter around her hip.
Jillian, she repeated, her expression determined. Your mom told me what happened. About your
cousin getting in the car with a strange man and police finding her body a few weeks later. I can t
even imagine how horrible that was for you. He watched her throat move as she swallowed. The
two of you were close?
He felt himself nodding, even though he hadn t made up his mind yet about answering her. He
rolled onto his back, distancing himself from her eyes. Her hand settled in the center of his chest, and
something about the gesture made him open his mouth to speak.
Yes, he said slowly. I was five, and she was seven, so I pretty much worshiped her.
Did you I mean, you saw it happen?
He turned his head to the side and met her eyes again, admiring the startling turquoise shade of
them. We knew about stranger danger, of course, he said. We both saw this rusty blue car pull up,
and a man in a black baseball cap. Jillian said he was creepy.
Her eyes held his, unblinking, as her palm rested over his heart. It felt good there, warm and
necessary. She stroked her fingers absently through his chest hair, and Mac closed his eyes.
He saw the blue car. Saw the man with the mustache and black cap.
He said he lost his puppy, Mac said, his words distant to his own ears. He pointed at Jillian and
said, You there, girlie come here.
And she went?
No. She didn t. Not at first. Mac breathed in and out, picturing the man s face in his head. The
crooked, leering smile. He pulled out some candy. Reese s Peanut Butter Cups, one of those big
king-size packages.
His eyes were still closed, so her voice sounded soft and dreamlike when she spoke. So she went
for the candy?
Mac opened his eyes and met hers. He d never spoken the words aloud, not to anyone. He
swallowed and held Kelli s gaze.
Jillian was allergic to peanut butter. To peanuts.
What?
She never would have gone to the car if I hadn t begged her to. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]