Night's Edge by Charlaine Harris Maggie Shayne and Barbara Hambly

Author:Charlaine Harris, Maggie Shayne and Barbara Hambly
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2004-09-04T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

THE LIGHTS WERE OUT. He was kneeling between her warm, firm thighs, buried inside her, every nerve ending in his body electrified. And every single light in the place had just gone out, making Jack wonder if someone had come in. Or maybe the storm going on inside him was actually happening outside, and the power had gone out.

He stopped moving, and she whimpered in protest. Then he wondered what the hell demon lived in this house, that it would possess him to do something as stupid as to sleep with his worst enemy. And yet, when he looked at her, lying beneath him, squirming against him, head moving side to side, eyes closed, he wanted to ignore the sudden blackout and keep up what he was doing. It would be a mistake, but damn, what a pleasant mistake to make.

He hovered there, deep inside her, debating, mind against body. He drove himself just a little deeper, loving the sounds she made as she took him. And then the light in the stairway flashed on, flickered, went off again. “Hell,” he muttered.

“What?”

Her eyes blinked open, just as the TV set flashed on, its volume full throttle, blasting a hard rock video. The surprise of that blast of noise sent her eyes flying wider. He withdrew from her fast, as startled as she was.

She blinked at the TV screen, then at the flickering stairway light. “Jack?”

“I’ll shut it off.” He went to turn off the television. The volume was deafening.

“Wait.” She said it loud, then reached out and grabbed the remote from the end table beside the sofa bed. She hit the power button on the TV, and it went dark, silent. The stair light flicked again, then stayed on. One by one the other lights came back on as well.

She pursed her lips, drawing the sheet up to her chest as if suddenly embarrassed to be naked in front of him. “Maybe my ghost is the jealous type.”

He smiled, not because she was funny, but because she was making jokes when she must be frightened half out of her mind. Kiley was a tough one, but then again, he’d always known that. “Maybe it’s just as well,” he said, and couldn’t believe he was saying it.

“I was thinking the same thing. Sex probably isn’t the best idea we ever had. We don’t even like each other.”

“Oh, I don’t know. You’re growing on me, Brigham.”

“Yeah, and us being naked in the same bed has nothing to do with that whatsoever?”

“I didn’t say that.”

She shook her head. “Whatever just happened here—”

“Almost happened,” he corrected her.

“Almost?” She pursed her lips. “We didn’t finish, Jack, but we definitely got started.”

“It was a goddamn good start, too.”

She averted her eyes. “It wasn’t based on affection. Or caring. Or any tender feelings whatsoever.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t pretend you can speak for me on that.”

“Jack, we didn’t even kiss first.”

He mulled that over, realized she was right. So no kissing, to a female, equaled no caring, no tenderness.

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