“Later,” he muttered as he brought his mouth back to hers for a frantic kiss.
He’d never wanted a woman more. Never needed this woman more. And she must have agreed, because her mouth began to move against his with urgency.
He felt as if he were drowning, with no one to save him except Rachel.
Perhaps she was feeling the same thing, because she made a hungry sound and slid her arms around his neck. Her lips never leaving his, she deepened the kiss.
He had wanted her since they’d first come here and all the way through the scene in the clinic.
Now he felt his heart slamming against the inside of his chest as he gathered her to him.
He was lost in the taste of her, the feel of her mouth on his. They had traveled on an extraordinary journey, but his only reality was the warm, pliant woman in his arms swamping his senses, threatening to drive every coherent thought from his mind.
And he heard her thoughts echoing his.
It was the same for her. The very same.
When her hands slid to his hips, and she pulled him to her, rocking her body against the rigid flesh behind his fly, he thought he would go out of his mind.
Then her hands were at the button of his jeans. When she’d opened it, she began lowering the zipper.
Exactly what he’d been silently begging her to do.
And he did the same for her, helping her shuck off thejeans that had kept them from making love before their strange journey.
He wanted her with a physical need that bordered on madness, but that was only a small part of what he felt for her.
With her he could have all the things he’d always craved. Things he had never allowed himself to put into words.
Because he still could hardly believe them, he focused on the physical. He wanted to enjoy every moment of her pleasure before he took anything for himself.
He caressed her from shoulder to hip, enjoying the feel of his hand sliding over her silky skin and the feel of her body stirring under his touch.
Delicately he stroked the inner curve of one breast, then the other, gratified when he heard her breath catch and then quicken for him.
She liked what he was doing. He knew that from her physical response and from her thoughts. Still, he caught her frustration and realized she wasn’t going to let him slow them down.
Before he could do anything about it, she had pushed him to his back and climbed on top of him, bringing him inside her. She hardly waited for the two of them to absorb that sensation before she began to move, setting a frantic rhythm that pushed them toward a blazing climax that flashed through them like strokes of lightning.
He felt her contract around him, felt her ecstasy wash over him, felt more than he had ever felt possible.
Then she collapsed on top of him in a damp heap, and they clung together.
He wrapped his arms around her as they lay panting on the bed. Neither of them had to ask if it had been good. They bothknew.
He closed his eyes, stroking his lips against her cheek.
Did you ever travel in time like that before?
Never. You?
No.
Why was Evelyn Morgan there?
I don’t know.
Is that how she knew us? She’d seen us before.
