Part 185 (2/2)

”We'll have nights like this.” He lowered her to the bed, keeping his

voice soothing, his hands easy, not wanting to break the mood. ”Night

after night together.” Smoothly, his clever hands tugged her blouse from

the waistband of her slacks. ”I'll be able to show you, over and over

now ' feel about you. How much I want you. Let me show you, Emma.

”Drew.” She moaned his name as his mouth roamed lower, as his tongue

stroked over and under the slope of her breast. The pleasure and the

pa.s.sion streaked into her. This time, she told herself as his long,

callused fingers glided over her skin. This time.

She could feel the tension in his shoulders where her own hands gripped.

He had strong shoulders, strong arms for such a slim, delicate-looking

man. She loved feeling the bunch and flow of his muscles.

Then his hand roamed down to the waist of her slacks. Those clever

fingers fumbled impatiently with hooks.

”No.” She hated herself as the word burst out, but she couldn't stop it.

When he continued to tug, his mouth coming back to close over hers, she

struggled. ”No, Drew, please.” She was on the verge of tears when she

managed to pull away. ”I'm sorry,” she began. ”I'm so sorry. I'm just

not ready.”

He didn't speak. She couldn't see his face. In the dark, she huddled

on the bed until her system leveled.

”I know I'm not being fair.” Annoyed with herself, she dashed a tear

from her cheek. ”I don't know whether the nuns did a better job than

they could ever imagine or if it's because of Dad, but I need more time.

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