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grabbed me, I didn t know. But only his arms kept me from shaking out of my skin.
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That one startled me, that s all, I said. Took me by surprise. His chuckle in my left ear
raised goosebumps down my arm. I actually like thunderstorms, when I m at home. Get up in the
night to watch from the porch sometimes. They re really beautiful. Really.
You babble when you re scared.
I told you I m not scared, I m just
Shut up. His mouth covered mine, giving me no choice. He smelled of rain, tasted of the
Dentyne gum Mrs. Sudo had thoughtfully included in our packs. His lips were cool, smooth, and
then tight when he grinned. Works every time.
Yeah, I breathed. Up close, his eyes had flecks of blue sprinkled amid the green. My hand
slid up from his pec to brush wet hair back from his temple. Despite the storm raging around us,
our tent had suddenly grown warm. With his body pressed full length against mine, I resented my
stifling jacket. It seemed the universe conspired to get Mitch and I in bed together. Mrs. Sudo, the
weather, our raging libidos. Wanta try shutting me up again? I d start reciting the Declaration
of Independence if it d get him to kiss me.
Maybe, he said, his voice almost a croak. His woody pressed against my leg. I think we
need to be really careful here. So one of us doesn t get hurt.
I tried to suppress my irritation at his insinuation he might hurt me. Look, Goodman. I m
not planning on anything serious. Once we leave on our time trips, we ll probably never see each
other again. The hand I d previously stroked his hair with was put to good use as I pushed myself
bodily away from him. I barely know you, so how could you hurt me? Other women had sexual
affairs without attachment, why couldn t I?
Oh, you think? We ll just blast into the past and never see each other again?
What do you know that I don t? Dammit! All the intrigue, all the secrets&
I know you aren t gonna forget this whole week!
How can you know that? I demanded.
Under his fading fake tan, his face reddened. His eyes opened wide for an instant. Then
his hands wrapped around the back of my head and pulled me close again. His lips, hungry and
determined, seized mine. I d barely registered what was happening when his tongue met mine. I
should resist, shouldn t let him prove his point so easily& but what was the point anyway?
Mitchell Goodman, hottie federal agent, was kissing me like there was no tomorrow. If
tomorrow came, I d worry about his point. He rolled over and pinned me under his heavy, hard
body. I moaned, and when I squeezed his butt, he let out a growl.
The spark we d nursed along for days flared bright, hot and ravenous. We fed it with greedy
mouths and groping hands, with swallowed sighs and the smooth zip as he opened my jacket. His
chest was hard and humid against mine, and then he rolled us again, so I was on top. In contrast
to the heat between us, the tent against my back felt like ice as rain pelted it. I gasped and pressed
my body into his.
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Cold, hmm? he murmured. His mouth left mine and blazed along my neck. I ll keep you
warm. His feverish hands slid up and down my back and I instantly forgot the tent fabric.
I know, was all I could say. I knew I wouldn t get cold with him, like I knew I d never
forget him.
Randi. Oh, fuck. His words were little more than moans and pants in my ear. I just&
want you.
A thrill coursed through my body at his words. He wanted me. Me too. I mean, okay. In an
effort to calm the burning need for his touch, to take him inside me, I pressed against his erection,
going for any clitoral contact I could get. This was going to be so good.
Ohhh. He let out the moan, then put his hands on my ass to still me. Fuck. I can t do this.
Yes, you can! You re hard as a rock.
No. Not on a case.
Then change cases. Quit this one. Or pretend I m not part of it. It s not like you have me
in custody or anything.
His right hand moved up from my butt and ground against his eyes. But we have no
condoms.
Oh. A valid point. I m not on the pill anymore. Or anything. And I sure didn t need to get
knocked up before I d learned what happened to my father. Promise me one thing, Goodman?
Yeah? His voice was strained as I rolled off him.
Promise you won t back out on me tomorrow when we get back to civilization?
All right. I promise.
Geez, I muttered. What the hell are we gonna do all afternoon, now? The least Mrs. Sudo
could ve done was pack a deck of cards. With a reluctant tug, I zipped my jacket up again and
got comfy on my back.
Maybe we should perfect that meditation thing we were doing this afternoon, he replied.
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