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218 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
swear she felt someone tickle a foot that was probably
decomposing in a garbage dump in Kabul right now.
“Hey, there.”
“Hi.” She tried to shield her expression so he
wouldn’t guess the tumult of her thoughts, the stunning
revelation that had struck her while he slept. “I was just
thinking I should try to wake you up so you could go
home and stretch out on a decent bed.”
“Why would I want to do that? My bed has nothing
on this place. I haven’t slept that deeply in a long time.
Maybe I’ll have to talk to Viv about renting her
hideaway to me.”
She forced a smile. “You might be a little cold out
here in the middle of December.”
“Not with you around,” he murmured.
Something hot and bright flashed in his blue eyes like
a brilliant firework exploding. Before she could brace
herself against it, he dipped his head, and his mouth
found hers.
The tenderness in his kiss scrambled all her defenses
like a radar jammer, and she couldn’t seem to remember
all the many reasons she should put a stop to this. The
man she loved held her in his arms and she could focus
on nothing else.
He pulled her across him and tangled one hand in her
hair. As he drew her close, she could feel the hard ridge
of his arousal near the apex of her thighs.
Her breasts were full and achy where they pressed
against his chest, and she wanted desperately to arch
into him, to soak up his heat.
Her inner voice warned her to stop, that this was too