(Sinclair Connection, #1) Madigan's Wife by Linda Winstead Jones

Author:Linda Winstead Jones [Jones, Linda Winstead]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 10

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He shouldn't have told Grace so much, and wouldn't have if she hadn't caught him off guard by asking so coldly about Emily Buck's death and all that came after. What was she to you?

Most of all he regretted telling Grace why he'd never told her about Crystal before. His place to hide, his refuge, his sanctuary … what sentimental hogwash.

Ray stared up at the ceiling and listened to Grace breathe, deep and even. She'd been asleep for a while now, but he … hell, he'd likely never sleep well again.

He tried to turn his mind to the case, to the surly Ben McCann and the merry widow and the grieving mistress. There were still too many possibilities to consider, too many people who might've wanted Lanford dead.

Unplanned, unwanted, his mind returned to Grace. Until this was over, until she was safe and he left for Mobile, they'd be together. He knew it, she knew it. They hadn't talked about this new aspect to the situation, it just was. And when this was over he'd leave for Mobile and smile when he told her goodbye, no matter how much it hurt.

They wouldn't talk about the inevitable leaving, either. He reminded himself that no matter how disgustingly sentimental he occasionally got where Grace was concerned, he had to keep his relationship with her on a superficial level. Sex. A few laughs. No more heartfelt confessions that laid his heart open.

"Aren't you asleep yet?" she asked sleepily.

"No."

All the lights in the house were out and the curtains were closed tight, shutting out the moonlight and the glow of the streetlamps. Grace was a shadow, a warm, indistinct shape at his side. She rolled into him, slipped her arm around his waist, and sighed. He felt her sigh and her heartbeat – savored them. He waited for her to ask what kept him awake and tried to think of an innocent answer that wouldn't reveal too much.

But she didn't ask. She cuddled against him and stayed there, silent and soft. And not quite still. Her fingers brushed his side. Her foot rocked gently back and forth against his leg. When she raised her head and lightly brushed her lips against his chest, he put his hands in her hair and lifted her, dragging her body against his until they were firmly mouth to mouth. Her hand skimmed down his side, over his belly, until she reached out to touch him, to wrap her fingers around his arousal and stroke gently. Too gently.

He cupped her breasts and lightly brushed a nipple, and she shuddered, the quiver shaking her from head to toe. Her every response to his touch, every tremor, was deep and complete. Intoxicatingly so.

She hadn't been with another man since she left him. He was the only man who had ever touched her this way, who had ever laid with her and whispered in the dark and made love as the sun came up. She was his, only his.

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