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Thanking him for that wasn’t easy. Tess couldn’t explain her need for that oblivion, so how could she voice her gratitude? Danny wouldn’t quiz her. He accepted everything, and wouldn’t even know how to judge.
Kissing her fingertips, she raised them to his mouth to offer the only kiss she could while on her back with him inside her.
The simple act did something to him. A new kind of determination darkened his gaze; he switched up one gear and then another. Pushing into her, moving fast, giving her what she needed.
Whatever he did was what she needed. The previous night and at that minute, Danny was a lover who wanted nothing. He had no expectation of her, and she none of him. That was what brought her back to him. Her body yielded to his, writhing and bucking in response to their merging.
Driving one fist into the mattress, he pushed himself onto a straight arm. Still pumping himself into her, he pinched her nipple, then dropped his fingers to where their bodies met.
Dampening his fingertips with her juices, he ran them up and around her clit. Heating and tormenting her, he sped up both of his caresses.
“Damnit, Danny,” Tess whined, grabbing his braced arm.
Digging her nails in deep, she yelped and arched into the abyss of pure pleasure he fired through her. But he wasn’t done, and kept up his caress until another orgasm consumed her. Only then did he slam his other fist into the bed and finish himself inside her.
In almost the same second that he climaxed, he left her alone. She didn’t envy him the task of disposing of the condom. Lying there, staring at the ceiling, unable to catch her breath, Tess felt herself sink deeper.
Danny was oblivion. Easy, stable, safe oblivion. But he was something else too. The anchor she needed? No. He could never understand her nomadic life, and she had no right to steal his stability. No matter what, her time with Danny was limited. Yet when she went, a part of herself would stay with him. The possibility of what might have been would always be with her too.
EIGHT
THE NEXT DAY, WHILE Danny did his work thing, Tess stayed in the trailer trying to figure out the puzzle. Seated in the dinette with papers spread out in front of her, she didn’t even look up when the door opened and bumped shut without the latch clicking in.
Danny passed the dinette to go to the fridge. “You been at that all day?” he asked, retrieving a beer. “Whatcha doing anyway?”
“Writing down everything I can remember from the letters.”
Most of the information was committed to paper when she first sat down. Still, throughout the day, as anything came to mind, she quickly added it to the list.
“Why not go home and get ‘em?”
“Someone took them from the house,” she said, sitting back with her notebook in hand. “I can’t remember reading anything about Greek mythology in the letters themselves, but…” Holding up a finger, she looked at him over the top of her notepad to see him crook a questioning brow. “I was thinking, what if H is Hades?”
He shrugged. “Could be.” Danny took another mouthful of beer before frowning. “What’s H again?”
Putting down the notebook, she pushed out of the dinette. “The writer of the letters. He’s the guy who wrote the letters.”
“How do you know he’s a guy?”
“He talks about his dick.”
“Good clue,” Danny said, setting his beer on the dinette table.
Tess raised her arms when he gathered her top to take it off over her head. “Doesn’t help me with who C is,” she said, her mind working. Danny opened the snap of her jeans and lowered the zipper. “Can’t help me with Pandora either. And the numbers are still a mystery. He mentioned Miami once… that was in the first letter I read.” Pushing her jeans and underwear from her hips, Danny crouched to guide her feet out of the fabric one at a time. “But what would I do? Just show up in Miami?”
When he stood, he took her hips to pick her up and sit her on the counter between the stove and sink. “Miami’s hot,” he said, moving in close between her thighs.
In her pondering, she glanced up. “I’m going back to see Figgs tomorrow. I should’ve asked more questions. Like when my mom was there and if she said anything.” Stinging pain joined the sudden pressure on her pussy, tensing her muscles. That’s what he was doing? She hadn’t been paying attention, but there he was, cock in hand, condom on, trying to push himself into her. “Geez, Danny, foreplay, baby.”
“Right,” he said and muttered, “foreplay.”
Danny disappeared in a crouch again. This time, he wound his arms around her thighs and yanked her to the edge of the counter.
“It’s fine,” Tess said. “I don’t even want sex right now, I—oh…”
His tongue slid through her, warming her clit with the heat of his breath and the slick, moist movement of his teasing.
Tess ran her fingers into his hair, holding it in her fist. “Right there, baby,” she said, closing her eyes.
