Dream Shard by Mary Wine Page B

time after the lights were out.
    “You didn’t have to push the com link. I know my unit frustrates you.”
    He moved up close behind her, wrapped his arms around her and inhaled the scent of her hair. “Only sometimes, and it’s a condition I’m happy to accept so long as it ensures you are right here.”
    She tried to look at him but he tucked her head beneath his chin and rubbed the swollen mound of her belly.
    Devon was gone when Kalin opened her eyes.
    The motorhome had a gray light filling it from the rising sun’s rays reaching out to touch the canvas fabric covering the windows.
    Pain stabbed into her, leaving her vulnerable to a wave of despair that threatened to send tears down her cheeks.
    You have to be kidding.
    They barely knew each other. When she factored in that Devon still didn’t know who he was, it was absurd to be upset over waking up to an empty bed. They’d given in to red-hot lust, that was all. It had been mind-blowing, but that wasn’t a relationship.
    As much as she might wish for it to begin one.
    You’re crazy. The guy carries a gun around.
    She rolled over and picked up her clothing. Her nose wrinkled as she caught a whiff, but she wasn’t sure she was willing to steal anything else from the owners of the motorhome. Sure, she and Devon were on the run from serious bad guys, but it still struck her as wrong to search for clean clothing. Even when she tried to rationalize it by saying the owners obviously didn’t use it very much if the foot of dead leaves by the door was any indication.
    Stealing was wrong. Period. She could hear her grandmother reminding her to keep her spirit pure.
    If she lived through her adventure, she was going to have to pay for the motorhome to be cleaned.
    “You’re going to what?”
    She jumped, swinging around to find Devon looking at her like she’d lost her mind.
    Oh hell, she had lost her mind by sleeping with him.
    Her cheeks burned as the morning light illuminated him and set off a tingle of awareness in her clit.
    “I thought you were gone,” she groaned softly when she realized she’d spoken out loud.
    Way to go, Kalin, just pin your heart to your sleeve.
    His face had darkened but then he heard her thoughts and he raised one eyebrow. She shook her head, doing her damnedest to shove him out of her mind. Anger flashed in his eyes a moment before he reached across the space between them and hooked her forearms. He tugged her forward and she stumbled into him.
    “Devon—”
    He cut her off with a kiss. This time, it wasn’t a tender touch of lips. It was a demand for surrender. She resisted, trying to pull her head back, but he followed her. She could feel him pressing against her mental walls, seeking entrance into her mind just as firmly as he was pressing her lips apart so he might deepen the kiss.
    The problem was, she didn’t want to be alone either. Her resolve crumbled as she kissed him back, reached for his neck to hold him steady while she took a bold taste of his mouth. He had hard, demanding edges that intoxicated her as much as they frustrated her.
    They were both breathless when he broke off the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers. The intimacy wasn’t gone though. For long moments, she felt him connected to her mind, their thoughts mingling as completely as their bodies had the night before.
    Maybe more so.
    “I hate it when you block me, Kalin.”
    He drew in a deep breath, filling his lungs with the scent of her skin. She heard his thoughts as clearly as her own and wiggled away.
    He chuckled at her. “You smell sexy.”
    Her cheeks remained pink, but now it was because she was self-conscious.
    “But we have to go.” He sighed. “Get dressed.”
    He moved to the bed and began to make it, erasing all evidence that they’d been there.
    I’ll always remember .
    He glanced over at her, his lips curving into a grin. A twist of excitement went through her belly and his gaze settled on her nipples as they tightened. He