Distant Shores, Silent Thunder by Distant Shore Silent Thunder

Author:Distant Shore, Silent Thunder
Language: rus
Format: epub

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Reese pushed through the back door with two bags of Chinese takeout in her arms. Tory looked over from the sofa where she'd been half asleep watching the evening news.

"Tell me that I smell dinner," Tory said with a note of reverence in her voice.

"Kung Pao chicken, Moo Shu shrimp, and wonton soup, at your service, madame." Reese set the bags down on the breakfast counter. "And enough for leftovers, including breakfast, if you should so desire."

Tory grasped Reese around the waist and turned her so her back was to the breakfast counter before pressing full-length against her. As she wrapped both arms around Reese's neck, she murmured, "I adore you."

Reese had no chance to reply before Tory's mouth covered hers. Surprised, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the welcome heat of Tory in her arms. After twenty seconds, she forgot that she was hungry. After thirty, she forgot that she had to be back on patrol in half an hour. She slid her hand beneath the loose T-shirt that Tory wore and caressed her palm up the center of Tory's back until her fingers rested against the nape of Tory's neck. With the other hand, she cupped Tory's rear, pulled her closer, and rocked her hips into her lover, "Mmm. You feel so good."

"Reese," Tory murmured, moving her mouth away an inch. "You don't really want to do that."

"Yes, I do," Reese answered, her voice thick and deep.

"Well...I can always eat later," Tory whispered, pulling Reese's shirt from her trousers.

"Baby asleep?" Reese asked breathlessly as she hurriedly unbuttoned her pants and jerked down the fly.

"Uh-huh." Tory stripped off her T-shirt and dropped it on the floor. She wore nothing beneath.

As Reese reached for Tory's breasts and Tory slid a hand down the front of Reese's abdomen and under the waistband of her briefs, the phone rang. They froze, listening to the mechanical voice announce the caller ID. It was a Boston prefix.

"Who?" Reese gasped.

"Don't know," Tory replied desperately. "Hospital, maybe."

"Better answer."

"Yes." Tory snatched up the phone in frustration and snapped, "Dr. King."

She stiffened and, after a second, held out the phone to Reese. "Your father."

Reese encircled Tory's waist with one arm as she reached for the receiver with the other. Holding Tory near, she said crisply, "Hello, sir."

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