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Shaking, trembling, she could only lie beneath him shuddering as Casey came above her, their bodies locked in pleasure, and in something she knew went far beyond the physical.
In a blinding second of insight, Sheila knew she had finally fallen irrevocably and totally in love.
She loved Casey in ways she had never loved when she was younger. She loved him past her heart, and into her soul. And she loved him with a power she knew she would never escape.
And she knew that as of yet, there hadn’t been so much as a hint that Casey cared more for her than for any other woman he’d taken as a lover.
She could very well be lost in this maze of emotions alone. And being there alone was a very frightening thought.
chapter 8
there was a small bathroom and shower to the side of the office that they used. The pelting water cascaded over them, washing away the perspiration that had accumulated along their bodies.
They shared the shower. Casey’s larger body should have made the small space seem cramped; instead, there was a distinct feeling of comfort—perhaps protection—that Sheila welcomed.
But she was damned if she knew how he felt.
The past few days without him hadn’t been her best, either. For some reason, she’d been more on edge than usual, nervous, almost panicky each night as she drove home from the bar with the flash drive of information collected the night before tucked in her boot.
It had never bothered her before if she saw headlights in her rearview mirror, but the last few days—it bothered her.
And it shouldn’t. Other than the fact that it seemed to be happening too frequently, and those lights seemed to be the same ones nightly.
“You look worried.” Rubbing a towel over his hair to get the last of the water from it, Casey watched her questioningly, his head tilted to the side as Sheila pulled her clothes back on.
She gave a quick shake of her head. “You worry me.”
Pulling her shirt over her head and adjusting it over the hem of the soft skirt she had worn that night, she glanced back at Casey.
“And why do I worry you?” Tossing the towel to the counter, he turned, braced his very nicely rounded, towel-wrapped rear against the counter, and crossed his arms over his broad chest as he regarded her.
“You never do what I expect, I guess.” She shrugged. “I wouldn’t have expected sex in exchange for your anger earlier.”
He scowled, a darkened lowering of his brows as his gaze narrowed on her. “Reminding me of that accusation you made isn’t a good idea, sweetheart. We don’t want to revisit that place just after we made each other feel so good.”
Pushing away from the counter and dropping the towel, Casey reached for his clothing and began dressing.
Sheila watched for a moment before forcing herself to draw her gaze back from the definite eye candy he represented.
Damn, this was her problem when it came to Casey. He was simply luscious. Even the scars along his lower back and left leg didn’t detract from the bronzed flesh that covered iron-hard muscles.
That always got her in trouble. Whenever she allowed herself to be distracted by that incredible body, she seemed to lose her mind, her control, and her common sense. And now, she’d gone and lost her heart.
Not a good thing.
“Of course, not a good place to revisit,” she agreed softly as she turned away and headed back to the bedroom.
“Tell me, Sheila.” He followed her, of course. “Why the hell do you keep fighting this relationship every step of the way? Aren’t you afraid I’m going to get tired of chasing you?”
She turned to see him behind her, his hands on his hips, just above the waistband of his low-riding jeans.
Honesty. It had gotten her in trouble earlier. It wasn’t going to help her now either.
“Because,” she finally answered. “I haven’t figured out why you want a relationship with me, Casey. Perhaps when you tell me why, I’ll stop fighting it.”
Hope began to fill her. She could feel it, no matter how hard she tried to fight it back. Could there be more to the sex than he was letting on? Was there more there than just a game he could be playing?
She’d heard multiple times how Casey liked to play with his lovers. He’d laugh, push them, tease them, insist on drawing them out when they wanted to remain secretive or hidden.
