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With a growl of satisfaction he parted her legs with his knees and came to her to find that she was as ready as he. Never had he felt so desperate with need of a woman—not just any woman, butthiswoman with the mysterious gray eyes and the softly curving, voluptuous mouth. This woman with the vibrant chestnut hair that caught the reflection of the fire’s glow and framed an intelligent, evenly featured face. As he moved with her, attempting to withhold the violent burst of energy within him, he found himself falling more desperately under her bewitching spell. What was happening to him?
Sheila moaned beneath him, and the tension mounting steadily within him threatened to explode. He didn’t care who she was, he had to have her. With a sudden rush of heat, he ignited into a flame that consumed the both of them. Sheila’s answering shudder told him that she, too, had felt the ultimate consummation.
He lay upon her, continuing to kiss her cheeks while running his fingers through her hair. She looked at him through eyes still shining in afterglow. “Oh, Noah,” she sighed contentedly.
“Shh. . . .” He placed his finger to her lips to quiet her and reached behind him to pull a knitted afghan off the couch. Still holding her in his arms, he wrapped the soft blanket over their bodies. “Don’t say anything,” he whispered quietly.
Sheila wanted to stay with him. It was so warm and comfortable in the shelter of his arms. But as the afterglow faded and the reality of what she had done hit her, she was horrified. A deep crimson flush climbed steadily up her throat. What was she doing lying naked with a man she had only met a few hours earlier? What had happened to her common sense? It was true that Noah had surprised her with his commanding masculinity and seductive blue eyes, but that was no excuse for making love to him. It wasn’t that she hadn’t enjoyed it—quite the opposite. The passion that had risen in her was wilder than she had ever imagined, and even now she could feel her body stirring with traitorous longings at the nearness of this enigmatic man. She tried to loosen herself from the strength of his embrace.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I think I’d better leave.”
“Why?”
“This is all wrong,” she began, trying to slide away from him. His fingers clamped over her shoulders.
“This couldneverbewrong.”The afghan slipped, exposing one swollen breast. He kissed the soft, ripe mound.
Sheila trembled at his touch. “Don’t,” she pleaded.
“Why not?” His rich voice had taken on a rough tone.
“I’ve got to go.”
“Don’t leave.”
She pushed her palms against his chest. “Noah . . . please. . . .”
“Please what?”
“Please let me go.”
“Later.”
“Now!” Her voice quivered, and she felt tears of frustration burning in her throat. She longed to stay with him, feel his weight upon her, fall victim to his lovemaking. But she couldn’t.
“We have the rest of the night.”
“No . . . no, we don’t,” she said waveringly. Her gray eyes lifted to his and begged him to understand.
Slowly he released her and ran his fingers through his unruly hair. “What is this, some latent Victorian morality?”
“Of course not.”
“Then I don’t understand.”
“Neither do I, not really.” She pulled the afghan over the exposed breast, feeling a little less vulnerable under the soft covering.
“Sheila.” His finger reached out and carefully raised her chin so she could meet his confused gaze. “We’re in the nineteen eighties.”
“I know.”
“But?”
“I just need time, that’s all,” she blurted out. How could she possibly explain her confused jumble of emotions. He was so close. She had only to stretch her hand and touch him to reignite the fires of desire. She shuddered and reached for her clothes.
“How much time?”
