Sarah by Raine Cantrell

Author:Raine Cantrell
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781682309490
Publisher: Diversion Books
Published: 2017-01-31T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

She would swear that she saw him flinch. His head came up slowly. Sarah held her gaze steady on him.

He stared at her as if he had not heard her, or he could not believe what she had asked of him.

But there was something else in his own searching gaze that seemed to touch upon each feature of her face. She didn’t know what he was looking for. She only knew the need to feel his strong arms around her.

And then, from their joined hands, Sarah felt his pain race up her arm into her heart.

“You did not hear me? I told you I killed a man,” he said in a rigidly controlled voice. He held up his hand and then lifted their joined ones. “With these.”

She knew what he wanted from her, and she was just as determined not to give it to him. There was pain in her head, but it had not clouded her thinking. She could not condemn him for taking the life of a man who had destroyed his life. He really didn’t need her to do it. He was punishing himself.

“I heard you,” she whispered. “Now, would you hold me?”

Touching her at all was a mistake. She was warm, slender and supple, seemingly lit with the same fire that burned in his veins.

Her fingers tangled in his hair. He felt her thigh trembling against his own as he drew her up and held her closer. She turned her face to his, her black eyes and her parted lips invited more.

She knew what had killed the joy in him. But she found herself wanting to give it back. She longed to take his grief and rage, and yes, even the dark despair akin to her own. She knew what he felt—alone, stunned from having love torn away.

“Sarah.”

The intensity in his voice matched the intensity of his eyes. Those eyes that darkened as his lashes swept down, hiding them. His kiss had a bittersweet taste. She wondered briefly if he felt he was betraying the memory of the wife he still grieved. Because she leaned into his body, she felt the tension vibrating through muscle and bone. Almost, she thought, like the rope holding a green-broke horse, too tightly drawn, fairly humming with the strain.

Against this was the very gentle way his lips touched hers, the feeling of safety and of tenderness as his hand stroked her cheek, turning her face, tilting it up and taking more of what she could offer him now.

But Sarah took comfort from him, too. She couldn’t remember a time when she had not had to be the strong one. Hunger was tempered by tenderness with every deepening moment of being held, of kissing him.

Rio caught his breath and shuddered. It nearly killed him to let her go. He had tasted her passion, but the past few minutes he knew another Sarah, one who kissed with a gentle giving that was a balm of peace spreading inside him.

He looked into

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