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Warm hands landed on her back, then slid up to massage her neck and shoulders. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

She closed her eyes. “And I’m tired. More tired than I’ve ever been in my life.” She rotated her head, stretching underneath his hands. “It’s making me bitchy.”

His body heat seeped into her muscles and she leaned back into him. His hands continued to massage her neck and shoulders, though every now and again he put his fingers under the front of her t-shirt and worked the muscles below her collarbone.

She wanted him to move them further down to her breasts, to take them into his hands and massage them until she couldn’t remember the reason they were hiding out in the bush.

She wanted him to make her forget everything.

But that was the coward’s way out.

“Abby,” he whispered, his lips caressing the tip of her ear. “I’m not hungry for food.”

“Neither am I, but I don’t know if it’s a good idea to become too distracted by...” She stopped talking as his hands undid her bra so he could cup her naked breasts. He moulded and caressed them as if he were worshipping her.

“Let yourself live a little.”

“We already did that. Remember? Last night?”

“Then live a little more.”

She turned off the gas burner on the stove, set the pot aside, and turned to put her hands on his shoulders. “Is that what you want, to live a little?”

He smiled, the lazy heat in it enough to catch the whole cabin on fire. “Living is good.”

“Is it enough?”

Chapter Eleven

“It’s enough for now.”

She supposed that was as good an answer as she was going to get.

He was hot under her hands, his erection a brand against her lower belly, and though he knew she was damaged, he still wanted her.

But for how long?

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