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Go back to sleep, Sabrina. His voice sounded odd, and her heart grieved because she knew that
what he felt at that moment was because of her.
Did he regret their lovemaking?
Excruciating sadness filled her. I m sorry, she whispered.
He didn t answer.
She rolled back over on her side. She couldn t blame him for needing the distance. How would
she feel if he d done to her what she d done to him?
The other side of the bed depressed when he lay down. She wanted to reach out and touch him,
but she didn t think he d allow it. The physical and emotional distance was too much to bear after what
they d just shared.
She was about to get up when his arm settled on her waist. It took her by surprise. She waited,
holding her breath, hoping he d draw her closer. There was still so much space between them. Finally,
she couldn t take it anymore. She turned in his arms and wedged her leg between his hair-roughened
thighs. He didn t move, and since he didn t reject her, she snuggled closer.
When his arms tightened around her, she sighed with relief. It felt good to be held. It felt good to
smell his musky male scent and feel his naked skin against hers. This was what she d missed for weeks,
ached for in the darkness of her apartment alone at night.
I m not offering you anything, he said.
I know.
But what he said wasn t entirely true. She had this, and she d take it. Lying here in his arms was
something, when for weeks she d had nothing when he cut her off. No kiss, not the touch of his hand,
not even the sound of his voice nothing.
She was content for now.
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In the kitchen, Renaldo wrote a note to Vera for when she stopped by later. His body was sore
after the jolt in yesterday s crash, but he wasn t in such bad shape he couldn t go to work. He d wanted
to stay in bed with Sabrina, but he had too much to get done.
He lifted the glass dome of the dish on the counter and chose one of the homemade pastries. He
bit into it before pouring himself a cup of coffee. This was a typical breakfast. Neither he nor Sabrina
was big on eating early in the morning during the week. They either had one of Vera s delicious
creations or picked up something on the way into the office. On Sundays, Vera prepared a large meal,
which they ate after sleeping in. They took their time while reviewing the paper and discussing the
current state of the economy.
At least they used to, before she d destroyed what they had.
Sipping his coffee, Renaldo stared at what he d written, not really seeing the words. All he saw was
Sabrina, lying in bed as he dressed this morning. They d made love so many different ways, almost all
night long. He kept reaching for her and she never once refused.
In one night he d tried to make up for all the weeks she d been missing from his bed. Tonight he
planned to continue on the same course. Eventually, his appetite for her should wane. At least that s
what he told himself, because their living together was short term. He had to get her out of his system at
some point.
Good morning.
Her soft voice interrupted his thoughts. She stood in the doorway wearing only his shirt. Posing
was a more appropriate word, because she leaned against the doorjamb and had one knee bent in a
relaxed, sexy pose. What a sight she was.
How many pieces of lingerie did she own? Some she d bought, many he d purchased for his own
enjoyment. But nothing could compare to the sight of her in his white shirt. She looked content, like a
woman who had been made love to all night and enjoyed every minute of it.
She d told him once that when she wore his shirts, she preferred that there be no barrier between
her skin and the shirt, because it had been next to his skin. If she was of the same mind, that meant she
wasn t wearing any panties right now. His mouth went dry at the thought, and he slowly placed his
coffee cup on the counter.
I thought you d already gone to work. She d obviously just taken a shower because he smelled
the fragrant soap, and her hair had curled up into tighter ringlets from the steam.
I ll be leaving soon.
Maybe you should stay home today and get some rest.
He d never get any rest if he stayed here with her. Rest was the last thing on his mind when he
looked at her. As if he hadn t already licked and kissed every inch of flesh the night before, he longed to
do it again and he felt his body react, wanting more.
I have too much to do.
Disappointment filled her eyes. Would you like me to come in later?
No. You stay home and rest. His voice was firm.
Stay with me. Heat spiked in his blood. What a tempting, unexpected offer.
She came across the room to him, her eyes sultry, her hips swinging from side to side in that
exaggerated way he liked. She was a temptation he couldn t resist. Uma sedutora.
He caught her by the neck and she moaned, closing her eyes, as if that single touch could give her
an orgasm. He imagined she was already wet for him. He put his hands between her legs and found she
was. Her breath hitched as he fingered her, stroking the drenched, throbbing flesh.
Renaldo lowered his head and kissed her mouth, claiming the softness of her lips. His arm slipped
down to her waist and anchored her to him. She wrapped her arms around him while he continued the
intimate caress.
I know what you need.
You, she breathed.
She was on fire, and the flame of her desire scorched him and made him burn out of control for
her, as well.
Renaldo removed his hand from between her thighs and lifted her onto the island.
Yes, she encouraged, her voice shaky. She already knew what he was about to do. She leaned
back on her elbows and without the need for instruction settled her legs onto his shoulders.
A sound like weeping came from her throat when he lowered his head between her legs.
He never grew tired of the scent of her arousal. I love how you smell when you want me, he
said, letting his warm breath whisper across her skin.
He d lost his appetite for the pastries. He d rather eat her.
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