Falling for Grace (Four Winds) by Anne Conley

Author:Anne Conley [Conley, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2013-11-06T18:30:00+00:00

She awoke, gasping in a cold sweat, her sheets tangled around her legs and a strong arm embracing her from behind.

"Shh…Grace. It was a bad dream. It's not real." Rafe's voice soothed her jangled nerves, but the tears wouldn't stop.

"But it is real. They're dead."

His voice in her ear calmed her. "But it's not your fault, Grace." The way her name fell from his lips shrouded her in a sense of peace. His fingers came up to her face, wiping the trail her tears had left, leaving warmth in their wake. She rolled onto her back to see him propped up on one elbow watching her, his arm still covering her protectively.

As his massive hand spanned her belly, she felt her heart rate slow, her breathing even out. Laying here, in his arms, she felt as if he would do anything to chase away her nightmares.

"I would," he whispered.

She wasn't feeling herself right now. Remnants of the nightmare clung to her like cobwebs, and she couldn't quite shake them. "Did I say that aloud?"

Rafe's arm tightened around her waist, and he snuggled into her neck. His breath sent shivers coursing through her body.

Brad never made me feel like this.

She and Rafe had grown close these past few days. He had become a great friend, but the kiss they'd shared right before the tornado haunted her. She had tried not to think about it, had buried it beneath her tasks that she'd taken on. But it bubbled beneath the surface, like lava. Like everything else about Rafe, the kiss swirled around her consciousness, a frenetic presence that couldn't be ignored.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His voice in her ear was a warm murmur.

She shook her head. "About what?"

"Whatever it is that's got you so quiet. You're thinking about something heavy, I can tell."

She turned her face to his and realized that he was right there. Their noses were almost touching. The look in his eyes held desire in giant watery green pools. She was granted an image of them, inside her head. They were together, bodies entwined, sweaty caresses, gasping breaths. She felt herself stiffen in his arms. "No. I--" The image faded to a different one, of them together, a memory of the two of them on the couch in their house, sitting next to each other, watching movies, eating popcorn. Suddenly, she couldn't speak, couldn't find words, or breathe. He was in her space, using her air, stealing her thought processes.

Grace threw his arm off her and sat up, reeling from his spicy, sweet scent.

He groaned, almost inaudibly, as he rolled over to get up from the other side of the bed and limp around to his own.

"I'm sorry, Grace. I didn't mean anything by it."

"By what?"

"I-I figured you could read my face." He sat on the bed across from her again. "The thoughts consuming me, must have been written all over it." He laid down, pulling his feet up under the covers. "I know you are thinking about those people you found.

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