18 - On the Run by Iris Johansen

Author:Iris Johansen
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Government Investigators, Fiction, Romance, Suspense Fiction, Attempted Murder, Mothers and Daughters, Suspense, Alabama
ISBN: 9780553586527
Publisher: Bantam
Published: 2005-01-02T06:00:00+00:00

11

The sun was hot on her back as Grace walked slowly toward the barn.

This was a mistake.

No, it wasn't a mistake.

Or if it was, she was going to do it anyway, she thought recklessly. She'd tossed and turned and fought with herself all night long and come to that conclusion. She was a mature woman and she could handle a sexual encounter. She had the sense to protect herself this time. It didn't have to mean anything more than the physical madness that had been between them all those years ago. It had been a long time for her, and she was probably suffering from withdrawal. Kilmer was right, they would both function better once that need had been satisfied.

Jesus, she didn't know if she was rationalizing. But she knew that her knees felt weak and she could feel the flush burning her cheeks as she opened the barn door.

Dimness. The smell of hay and horses.

"I was afraid you weren't going to come." Kilmer came out of the shadows. "God, I was afraid." He stood there looking at her.

Why didn't he touch her?

And then he did.

He put his hand on her throat. His palm was hard and callused against her softness. Her pulse leaped in the hollow of her throat. She shuddered.

"Say it's okay," he said roughly. "For God's sake, tell me it's okay."

She couldn't speak. Hell, she couldn't breathe. All she was aware of was the hard texture of his hand on the soft flesh of her throat.

"Grace."

"Shut up." She buried her face in his shoulder. "Just do it."

"Hell, yes." His hands were all over her, rubbing, stroking, squeezing. He was making low sounds that were wild and almost animalistic. "Good. You feel so—"

"So do you." She was unbuttoning his shirt so that she could get closer, skin to skin. Lord, she'd forgotten the smell of him. Basic and spicy and as erotic to her as an aphrodisiac.

He had her shirt off and was unfastening her bra. He jerked it off and pulled her toward a stall. "Come on. Now. I have to get in you."

She was vaguely aware of a pile of hay covered by a blanket in the stall before he pulled her down, frantically stripping her.

Naked against him. The feel…

She arched up, trying to get more of him.

"Yes." He was moving between her thighs. "Take—Let me—"

She was going to scream.

She dug her nails into his shoulders. "Kilmer, it's—"

"Shh, it's right. It's right. Just let me—"

"Let you?" She was panting. "No, let me." She rolled over. "I can't be still. I have to—"

"Whatever you want." He pressed a spot at the base of her spine and a shudder went through her.

"Whatever… "

Crazy," she whispered as she tried to get her breath. "I thought it would be different. I hoped it would be different, but it was just the same. You'd think that older would be wiser."

"Pleasure is wise. We can't live without pleasure." Kilmer was holding her spoon fashion, his hand stroking her stomach. "It makes up for all the bad times and keeps us sane.

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