The Raintree Box Set: Raintree: Inferno Raintree: Haunted Raintree: Sanctuary by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Suspense, Paranormal, Fantasy, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781459255982
Google: eWqzAAAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00F12H1Q8
Barnesnoble: B00F12H1Q8
Goodreads: 19248416
Publisher: Harlequin Nocturne
Published: 2007-06-26T07:00:00+00:00

He had been tempted to take Hope in the shower, condom or no condom, but Emma’s frequent appearances and promises of coming soon had made him opt for another method, at least for now.

Besides, it wasn’t as if they were finished.

They dried one another with a fat gray towel, then walked toward the bedroom and the bed that awaited. Hope’s skin still glowed, but the luminescence was quickly fading. She didn’t have the power to keep the electricity fed, as he did.

He tossed her onto the bed, and she laughed as he crawled onto the mattress to join her. She stretched beneath him, naked and damp and touched with magic.

“So,” she said, reaching out to caress his face with gentle fingers. “What do girls normally say when you turn them into your own personal flashlights?”

He stroked her throat with the back of his hand. “I don’t know. I’ve never done it before.”

Her smile faded.

“I usually have to hide everything, remember?” He didn’t tell her that the glow was special, that she was different, that she was so unlike other women she stunned him.

Hope shifted her body, making herself more comfortable against him. There was something most definitely different about the way his naked flesh and hers came together, something he didn’t want to think about. He didn’t want to think with her. He wanted sex. A few laughs, maybe.

“Don’t hide anything from me,” she said.

It was such an unexpected and startling thought, that any woman could know everything about him and stay, that Gideon almost flinched. He couldn’t bare himself in every sense to anyone. Bare bodies, yes. Bare souls? Never.

He didn’t want to talk about anything beyond the physical, so he spread Hope’s thighs and stroked. She sighed and wrapped her fingers around him, gently, but not too gently. She caressed, and he closed his eyes and left everything behind to get lost in sensation. This was sex. It was good and right and powerful, but it was still only sex.

By the time he reached for the bedside drawer, neither of them were thinking about explanations for what this might be. It just was.

Sometimes a rabbit is just a rabbit.

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