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Even thinking about getting a motel room with the hyper-aroused and seductive way she felt right now, Suzanna wasn’t sure she could control herself.
Part of her wanted to throw caution to the wind, lure Gabriel back to her soon-to-be lonely motel room, and pounce on him repeatedly until she was completely fulfilled. It might take days. Had she ever truly been satisfied? No. Not really. Not until that kiss by the side of the road pressed backwards against Gabriel’s car. That had been the most seductive and amazing embrace she’d ever participated in.
She’d lost her virginity in college to a very cute second-string football player. He’d been sweet, if a bit quick. However, she harbored no regrets, later counting herself lucky that she had the one nice experience before everything changed. Before the next man in her life turned out to be not so nice. Before she’d had to give up everything to run away and escape. And then she’d run to several more new places when he found her every time she thought she had gotten away clean. Before she’d been given an amazing second chance, and then ruined it by becoming lonely and going out with Marcus against her better judgment.
All of a sudden, Marcus’s final cruel expression—the demonic one she’d chanced to see immediately before he lashed out—filled her mind. The memory doused her passionate feelings. She was still on the run. She wasn’t certain she was safe yet. It would be foolish to involve someone else in her complicated life. And besides she refused to let Gabriel get hurt. She’d never let anyone else get hurt again. Ever.
If Marcus found her…if he found out she’d even touched Gabriel, let alone shoved her tongue in his deliciously warm mouth with glee as he pressed her to his car, she expected that he’d likely turn his fists toward the only man she’d ever enjoyed kissing.
Suzanna resolved to never let that happen either. But perhaps once she was assured Marcus couldn’t find her and posed no threat, she’d find Gabriel and let nature take its course.
Forcing herself to relax and promising not to think of Marcus again, Suzanna pushed out a soothing deep breath. The scenery didn’t change much until the last mile or so into the city limits of Enclave, Montana. She was safe here, right?
The tow truck driver pulled into the garage and hopped out to lower and unhook her car, and then it was pushed into the end stall. Gabriel, who’d pulled in right behind them, introduced her to Dylan, the lead mechanic. Together, he and Gabriel discussed the problem. Then they walked out into the garage, opened her hood, and chatted about the engine while she waited in the office.
Glancing down at a two-day-old newspaper that had been left unfolded, she noticed the page was turned to the horoscopes. Did different newspapers still have the same horoscopes? In her mind, even for entertainment purposes only or not, they should all be the same. She bent over and squinted at hers to check.
Celebrating a coming anniversary will be challenging.
Instead, why not a night at home with a bottle of wine?
Officially disturbed now, not only because it was a completely different prediction, but also because she had a particularly distasteful anniversary coming up, Suzanna ignored the paper and focused her attention back on Gabriel and the mechanic.
She should probably be a little more interested in what they were talking about, but she didn’t have the first clue about how her engine worked or what it would take to fix it. She was depending on Gabriel to ensure it was repaired properly. She pretty much hated talking to anyone about her car or how to make it run properly.
Her mind still toyed with the idea of what would happen once she had a motel key card in her hand. Would she invite him in? Would he accept? Shouldn’t they keep pretending that she was his online girlfriend to keep up appearances for the small-town gossip mill?
Once inside her private motel room, what might happen? Sex, sex, and more sex, if she had her way. A single kiss had nearly pushed her over the edge of the ultimate satisfaction. She was trying to imagine what would happen if they actually got their clothes off this time. Smokin’ hot sex times three?
Laughing to herself at her odd yearning for a near stranger, Suzanna weighed the pros and cons of chasing Gabriel. She certainly knew what she had to lose if he turned out to be the same kind of man she always seemed to select. But she held on to the unproven belief that he was different. After that kiss, and especially after she’d broken away, he hadn’t been angry or accused her of being a cock tease. He’d just looked like he wanted to kiss her again.
