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Grace glanced away from him. "It's nothing," she said evenly.
There was that distance again, he told himself. He felt tension rise in him.
"You didn't like the food," he tested, knowing it couldn't be anything so trivial.
She squinted at him as if she couldn't believe he'd said that. "No," she scoffed. "It was every bit as perfect as it always is."
"Then what is it?" he asked more urgently.
Grace gazed out across the vista below. She released his hand and took a few steps forward, halting in front of the high glass window. He saw her wrap her arms around herself, just as she had done earlier. What was she trying to keep inside? Her shoulders looked suddenly tight.
He went across to her and placed his hands on her shoulders, massaging them gently. He heard her groan appreciatively.
She leaned her head to one side as if she was savoring his touch. Maybe things weren't as bad as he was telling himself, he thought. If she could still respond to him like this, perhaps there wasn't anything he should be concerned about.
Suddenly he knew he didn't want her to say anything to him. He didn't want to hear any words that would dull the edge of his desire.
Qazim moved around to Grace's side and quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her near to him. He was instantly relieved that she didn't react by pulling away from him. But when she looked up into his eyes he could see hesitation there.
An awful uncertainty.
He didn't like that. Not one bit. And he knew he had a choice.
He could try more words. Try to make sense of what was bothering her.
Or he would have to do what instinct ordered him to do. What his senses demanded of him. What his desire was driving him toward.
Impulse seized him and he slid his arms up the length of Grace's back, feeling the smoothness of the silky fabric. He curled his hands around her shoulders and dragged her hungrily closer to him.
He felt the softness of her body press against his hardness. It felt exquisite and sudden relief flooded through him.
Grace's eyes widened and he felt her draw in a deep breath. He felt her breasts pressing hard against his torso and he sensed her nipples hardening.
Her mouth opened slightly and he thought she was about to object. But then her gaze softened in that way it did every time she wanted him.
She lifted a hand to his shoulder. Her head tilted and he knew his moment had come.
Their moment.
His head dipped and he kissed her. Sensation flooded through him and he heard her moan softly. Her lips opened for him and he teased her with his tongue, probing for pleasure, needing satisfaction.
He traced his hand up to the side of her face, cupping it gently, feeling the delicate softness of her hair against his skin. Her skin was intoxicatingly smooth.
He inhaled her scent, the sharp aroma of her perfume driving him momentarily wild.
His need became harsher, more insistent.
Her lips were soft and tender, and it was all he could do to restrain the sudden, vital ferocity of his desire. He knew he would have to contain it somehow.
For the moment, at least.
He held himself in check. His whole body was taut.
All his doubts had vanished in an instant. He held her against him, possessing her, crushing her against him, needing this closeness.
He hadn't realized until now just how much he had missed this feeling. And it had only been a day since they'd last been together.
The madness of the relationship, the sheer craziness of what they'd gotten themselves into, forced its way into his mind as he held her, kissing her ravenously.
