Page 123 of The Dollmaker

“You can kiss me,” she said. “I won’t bite too much.”

His frown deepening, he traced her collarbone with his thumb. “I do.”

She laughed. “Just you try. I’m faster on my feet than you.” She cupped his face with her hand, and the sensation was a cutting blend of pleasure and pain. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

He stood stock-still. “I assumed our last hookup was about pent-up emotions and hormones. What’s this time about?”

“I want you. That’s never changed.”

“Why do you want me?”

“I love you.”

He tilted his head, his eyes level on her. “Love wasn’t enough the first time. And I’ll never be easy.”

“You’re starting to sound like a broken record.” She took his hand in hers. “I’m a little older and wiser now. I see your methods might not be easy, but your heart is in the right place.” She kissed him again, and this time he placed his hands around her waist.

She closed her eyes and allowed him to taste her lips, to explore her mouth, to savor her. When he drew back, she moistened her lips and reached for the buttons of his shirt.

“This time it doesn’t have to be so frantic,” she said. “I want to enjoy this.”

Nothing was fixed between them. The issues ran too deep. And knowing that didn’t stop him from reaching for the tail of her shirt and pulling it over her head. He cupped her lace-covered breasts and kissed her again. He slowly undressed her.

They made it to the bedroom, but barely. By the time she dropped back onto his bed, he was pulling off his shirt and all but ripping his undershirt off. Shoes, socks, pants went in seconds. When she scooted up on the pillows, he was seconds behind her. And when she parted her legs, he drove into her, hoping this was slow enough for her.

She wrapped a leg around his waist and pushed her pelvis up, matching his downward thrusts. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she kissed him.

When he growled out his release, she quickly followed, and he collapsed on top of her, their sweat mingling between their naked bodies. He stroked her hair back from her face, staring, afraid to voice his feelings.

They’d made no promises. And that was good.

No matter how sweet it was now, he wouldn’t kid himself about forever. Forever was a fantasy. But God help him if she tried to leave again. He would not make it nearly so easy for her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Wednesday, October 12, 7:30 a.m.

A local.

Keep an open mind.

The words had churned in Sharp’s head most of the night. Tessa had lain curled against his side sleeping soundly while he stared at the ceiling, one hand wrapped around her, the other tucked under his head.

When Tessa awoke, her hand slid slyly to his erection. As she stroked him, the plaguing thoughts vanished, and he was lost in pure pleasure. She straddled him and her body hungrily enveloped him. She moved up and down, desire building until they both tipped over the edge as ecstasy washed over them.

Her body coated in a fine sheen of sweat, she ran her fingers over his chest, finally resting on the rapid beat of his heart. She leaned forward and kissed his lips.

He pulled her to his side and held her close. They lay in silence for a few minutes.

“I need a shower,” she said. “Join me.”

He smiled and cupped her buttocks.

They showered, dressed, and stopped at a local diner for breakfast.

“So what’s the deal with McLean?” she asked. “No sign of him last night.”

“His mother still has a house near where we grew up. He’s likely up there.”

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