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“Marc, don’t stop. Keep touching me.”
“I am, dove. You feel so good.”
“I’m going to?—”
I pinched her clit. With a cry, she came. She thrashed on my lap, enjoying her orgasm. I worked her through it, stroking her soft flesh and watching her face.
Finally, she slumped against my thighs. I lifted my hand and licked the taste of her off my fingers. She watched, desire sharp on her face.
“We need to eat something,” I said.
Her gaze dropped. “What about you?”
I shook my head. “We’re in a dangerous situation. I need to be ready, and I can’t do that if I’m balls-deep inside you.” I wouldn’t be aware of anything but her.
I wanted to slide inside her more than anything. But not here. Not when a damn monster could crash through the door and threaten her.
Cupping her face, I hauled her against my chest. “Eat. Rest. Get those cards you found out. We can play poker.”
“I don’t know how to play poker.”
“I’ll teach you.” I pushed some of her hair back behind the delicate shell of her ear. “We need to be ready when it’s time to get out of here and meet the others.”
She nodded. “Are we going to pretend this…didn’t happen, or are we going to talk about it?”
Something squirmed inside me. “We’ll talk. When you’re safe.”
She met my gaze. “Whenwe’resafe.”
CHAPTER NINE
Colbie
Waking from a deep sleep, I blinked my eyes open and stilled.
I was lying on the bed, warm and safe, with Marc’s strong fingers sifting through my hair. The soft glow of light from the lantern was almost romantic.
We’d spent the afternoon playing cards. Turned out I was spectacularly bad at poker. I’d managed to make him laugh several times. We’d eaten the rations we’d found and talked. I’d learned that he had an unhealthy obsession with keeping his lawn green and worried about his brother.
Twins have a special bond, Colbie. Even when he won’t talk to me, I know he struggles sometimes. Goes somewhere dark in his head.
I loved that he loved his brother so much.
I told him more about my passion for flying, my collection of house plants, and that I was thinking of trying my hand at painting.
I didn’t tell him that I had serious feelings for him, or that one day, I wanted a man who loved me more than anything. Who’d look at me the way my dad looked at my mom.
No, I knew sharing that was a surefire way to scare him off.
But the memory of that spectacular orgasm wasn’t very far away.
I knew instantly that he hadn’t slept.
No, he’d watched over me through the night.
I closed my eyes.God. My stomach was warm. The skin on my butt was still tender because I’d let him spank me. And I’d liked it.
It was time to admit how I felt about Marc Jackson. The feelings I had ran far deeper than I’d thought.
