wicked promises in his gaze. He attacked her mouth with a growl.
Nothing like the apologetic kiss from before, this kiss demanded. It took. This kiss was the best thing to happen to her ever, and that had to include whatever she’d experienced before the fog. The ice pack forgotten, she twined her arms around his neck.
He withdrew only enough to change his angle and seal their open mouths more perfectly.
That second of separation had her gasping his name.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, and he hauled her onto his lap, encouraging her to straddle him.
She held on for dear life while he ravaged her mouth. Liquid heat gathered between her legs, and every feminine part of her ached to be fondled. The fog could not have her back until she’d known the entirety of Derek. Maybe it was the stress of the situation talking, but he felt like her destiny. He felt like hers.
Keeping their bodies smashed together with one strong arm, Derek flipped her onto her back. His weight on top of her was the sweetest security, his hot, wet kisses the deepest comfort.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling their pelvises into alignment.
He tore his mouth from hers to trail kisses down her throat while he worked the buttons down the front of her shirt. “Let’s get you out of these clothes, sweetheart.”
Yes, yes, she thought, but it came out as a desperate mewling sound.
He chuckled, but the smirk dropped from his face when h e exposed her lacy, white bra. “Beautiful.”
Was she? She still didn’t know what she looked like.
“Thank you,” she said, trying to tug him down for more of those fantastic kisses.
His smirk returned. “Oh, no you don’t. This is my show now, and I want to put my mouth somewhere else.”
If his words didn’t send her body into sensual shock, his hungry gaze certainly did as he focused on the skin and lace he’d exposed. She couldn’t believe she was the object of such intensity. It should frighten her, but it filled her with confidence, instead. That confidence guiding her, she ran her hands along his toned arms and shoulders. Nothing in this strange existence, not even comforting him through his nightmares, compared to petting him like this and watching his breath catch and his face relax at her touch.
She did something to him. Having that kind of power over this intimidating man was worth every long, lonely minute of the fog. Maybe it was even worth dying for.
She forgot the fog, forgot the clock, forgot every anxiety that had plagued her these strange few days as Derek put his mouth to work where his gaze had roamed. While he explored her with lips, teeth, and tongue, he pushed his hand into her panties. When had her shorts gotten unbuttoned? She didn’t know and didn’t care.
Playing her body like he owned the patent, he brought her to a swelling , symphonic peak of pleasure. Her loneliness and fear scattered to the atmosphere in tiny bits that couldn’t hurt her anymore.
Derek rub bed his cheek against hers and whispered, “That’s my girl. My sweet dream girl. You are so perfect.”
Despite the wonderful little aftershocks of her release, she bristled. He’d said he no longer thought she was imaginary, but those words made her wonder if he truly believed it.
“I’m not perfect,” she said, not caring if she ruined the moment. She refused to let him believe she was some fantasy. “And I’m not a dream. I’m as real as you are.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “You are.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. With that settled, she tangled the fingers of one hand in his hair and tugged his mouth to hers. With her other hand, she tried to divest herself of her panties.
She wanted more of him, and she wanted to give him more of herself.
He closed his strong hands around her wrists, stilling her movement. “Which is why this has to stop here.”
Chapter 9
Her heart plunged into her stomach, leaving a trail of hurt all the way down. He didn’t want her. He only wanted to
Nothing like the apologetic kiss from before, this kiss demanded. It took. This kiss was the best thing to happen to her ever, and that had to include whatever she’d experienced before the fog. The ice pack forgotten, she twined her arms around his neck.
He withdrew only enough to change his angle and seal their open mouths more perfectly.
That second of separation had her gasping his name.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, and he hauled her onto his lap, encouraging her to straddle him.
She held on for dear life while he ravaged her mouth. Liquid heat gathered between her legs, and every feminine part of her ached to be fondled. The fog could not have her back until she’d known the entirety of Derek. Maybe it was the stress of the situation talking, but he felt like her destiny. He felt like hers.
Keeping their bodies smashed together with one strong arm, Derek flipped her onto her back. His weight on top of her was the sweetest security, his hot, wet kisses the deepest comfort.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling their pelvises into alignment.
He tore his mouth from hers to trail kisses down her throat while he worked the buttons down the front of her shirt. “Let’s get you out of these clothes, sweetheart.”
Yes, yes, she thought, but it came out as a desperate mewling sound.
He chuckled, but the smirk dropped from his face when h e exposed her lacy, white bra. “Beautiful.”
Was she? She still didn’t know what she looked like.
“Thank you,” she said, trying to tug him down for more of those fantastic kisses.
His smirk returned. “Oh, no you don’t. This is my show now, and I want to put my mouth somewhere else.”
If his words didn’t send her body into sensual shock, his hungry gaze certainly did as he focused on the skin and lace he’d exposed. She couldn’t believe she was the object of such intensity. It should frighten her, but it filled her with confidence, instead. That confidence guiding her, she ran her hands along his toned arms and shoulders. Nothing in this strange existence, not even comforting him through his nightmares, compared to petting him like this and watching his breath catch and his face relax at her touch.
She did something to him. Having that kind of power over this intimidating man was worth every long, lonely minute of the fog. Maybe it was even worth dying for.
She forgot the fog, forgot the clock, forgot every anxiety that had plagued her these strange few days as Derek put his mouth to work where his gaze had roamed. While he explored her with lips, teeth, and tongue, he pushed his hand into her panties. When had her shorts gotten unbuttoned? She didn’t know and didn’t care.
Playing her body like he owned the patent, he brought her to a swelling , symphonic peak of pleasure. Her loneliness and fear scattered to the atmosphere in tiny bits that couldn’t hurt her anymore.
Derek rub bed his cheek against hers and whispered, “That’s my girl. My sweet dream girl. You are so perfect.”
Despite the wonderful little aftershocks of her release, she bristled. He’d said he no longer thought she was imaginary, but those words made her wonder if he truly believed it.
“I’m not perfect,” she said, not caring if she ruined the moment. She refused to let him believe she was some fantasy. “And I’m not a dream. I’m as real as you are.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “You are.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. With that settled, she tangled the fingers of one hand in his hair and tugged his mouth to hers. With her other hand, she tried to divest herself of her panties.
She wanted more of him, and she wanted to give him more of herself.
He closed his strong hands around her wrists, stilling her movement. “Which is why this has to stop here.”
Chapter 9
Her heart plunged into her stomach, leaving a trail of hurt all the way down. He didn’t want her. He only wanted to
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