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The thought of his son going hungry was too much.
“You get inside, if you start hearing anything, close the door,” he said.
Her eyes widened.
“I’m not going to leave you out here,” she said. “No, just no.”
“I mean it. You’ll be safer with the door closed,” he replied as he turned and ran to the kitchen.
Rain had started to fall and it was coming down hard, slamming against the roof, and then he heard the hail. Reaching the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator and grabbed the baby’s ready-made bottles.
The lights flickered and went out, and when he reached the bedroom, he grabbed the diaper bag. Lightning rippled across the sky, illuminating the room, just enough so he could see her standing in the doorway. “Hurry.”
Somehow Wyatt slept through it all.
As soon as he was in, she took everything from him and he closed the door and bolted the heavy steel from the inside.
Once they were safe, he turned on a lantern.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
He was shaking.
“Yes,” he said, not certain that he was. This was the first time a storm had been this close since the death of his parents.
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. “You took good care of us. We’re safe. Everything is going to be fine.”
How had his parents felt being inside a closet, holding one another? He’d never considered how his father must have felt trying to protect his mother. It must have been terrifying.
“Yes,” he said knowing he wasn’t able to put sentences together.
Looking up at him, she gazed at him with fear in her eyes and then her mouth moved toward his. Her lips covered his, her hands reaching up and holding his jaw.
The woman kissed him like her heart and soul were in her lips.
His arms pulled her in, even tighter, and his lips commanded she surrender to him. She knew exactly what he needed – this comfort and holding on to one another while the storm outside gathered strength.
Even from inside the safe shelter, he could hear the wind, and occasionally, something would hit the house.
But they were safe. Unlike his parents, they were going to live through this storm.
Their lips came apart and she moaned. “Blake.”
There was a small bed in the corner of the room and he led her there, his mouth covering hers once again. If they were going to die, he wanted to go with her at the same time, and he wanted to be holding her close just like his parents.
CHAPTER 17
His lips crushed hers and his kiss was filled with desire, passion, and a thirst for living. From the instant she'd seen how white his face was, his body shaking, and his fists clenched, she'd wanted to comfort him. With all the desire that had been building between them, she knew she needed to act on it now.
He needed her.
Blake was a strong man, but life had dealt him a terrible blow with the death of his parents, and now she could see him reliving part of that day. How could she turn him away?
In the sanctity of his arms, he led them to the bed in the room. This was not what she’d planned on doing this evening, but the passion soaring through her would not be denied.
If they were going to die, she wanted to do it here in his arms. She wanted to experience being with him again. Of feeling him deep inside her. For months, she’d wondered if she’d dreamed how good being with Blake that night had been. She’d wondered if she made everything up in her mind to compensate for the fact that she’d gotten pregnant.
And tonight, she needed to know the truth. Were they as good together as she remembered?
