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Risa could only shake her head at the teasing going on behind her. She inhaled slowly and closed her eyes. She could almost see him, the man who had raped her, the one who had accompanied her father to the clinic and pumped her with that drug.
She knew him. Her dream self had screamed that knowledge at her. She knew him.
She knew his hands.
Those hands flashed through her head. They were large, dark. They looked rough, but the palms were baby-soft. So soft, it was creepy.
She shuddered at the remembered feel of them, holding her wrists to the floor of the plane as he raped her. Strange, she remembered the feel of his hands more than she remembered what he had done to her.
“Risa?”
She opened her eyes to see Micah kneeling in front of her, his expression concerned despite the glow of anger in his eyes.
“They’re gone.” He pushed her hair back from her face, looping one thick strand behind an ear. “Jordan called while you were dreaming. He heard your scream.”
“He was being nosy.” She shook her head. “What? Does he think you won’t tell him anything I remember in my dreams?”
His lips quirked. “He’s an impatient prick.”
She almost laughed, because that was just about the truth.
“Risa.” He cupped her cheek with his palm. “If I could wipe away the nightmares, then I would. If I could save you this pain, this fear, then I would take it all away.”
He would. She saw it in his face, in his eyes.
“It will be over soon,” she whispered, and regretted that it would be. She would live with the fear, she thought, the danger to herself, if it would mean holding Micah to her just a little bit longer.
“It’s almost over.” One hand threaded through her hair as the other tightened at her waist. “You’ll be safe soon.”
She would be alone soon.
Her hands lifted from her lap to his shoulders, her fists uncurling so her fingers could grip the hard muscle, feel the warmth and power beneath his skin.
“Why are you in jeans?” she asked breathlessly. “You were naked when you got in the bed.”
A smile tugged at his lips. “I pulled them on when I heard Jordan and Tehya enter the apartment. Couldn’t let them see my bare ass, darling. Tehya’s frisky. She would have patted it.”
Risa wanted to smile at his teasing. “I’d break her hand,” she promised.
“I knew I could trust you to help me hold on to my dignity.” His eyes smiled. She loved that. The way they lit up with amusement, with warmth.
She loved him. Loved being with him, touching him, the way he held and protected her.
“Thank you for keeping me safe.” She stared back at him, watching his dark eyes as they seemed to darken further. The pupils blended into the irises as her hands stroked over his shoulders. “Keep me warm tonight, Micah.”
Her hands lowered to the band of his jeans, where she pulled the snap free, then gripped the zipper and eased it over the erection swelling beneath the denim.
“Are you cold?” His voice was a rough whisper through the room.
“I’m very cold.” She lifted against him to brush his lips with hers. “And I’m very needy.”
“Needy, are you?” he asked as the hem of her shirt was pulled up, his hands gripping the cloth and easing it over her arms as she lifted them.
Her breathing was ragged now, rough.
“How would you take me, if you could take me however you liked?” she asked him then.
“Slow and easy,” he answered her without delay. “I’d lay you down and spend hours, days, years, learning your passion.”
