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She opened her mouth for a much needed breath, and Drew took that opportunity to slip inside, his tongue sweeping against her teeth, as he took possession of her mouth in a way that made her entire body melt. Her mind made a feeble effort to resist the need rocketing through her, but her brain was no match for the strength of her desire.
She slipped her hands around his waist, under his shirt, letting her fingers roam the warm, rippled muscles of his back. He was a strong man, and she needed that strength supporting her, surrounding her, inside of her. The need to have him ran so deep she could feel the ache.
Drew groaned against her mouth, as if he could feel it, too. He pulled her up against his hard body as he devoured her mouth. And it still wasn't enough. They were wearing too many clothes. She wanted his skin against her skin, no more barriers between them.
Drew must have read her mind, because he was pushing her jacket off of her shoulders, his hands slipping under her knit shirt.
Her breasts felt heavy, full, tender, and as his fingers caressed her stomach, she ached for those hands on her breasts, all over her body.
A crash broke them apart. She stared at Drew, then her gaze moved to Megan's door. "Megan," she called.
Her niece popped her head out of the bedroom. "Sorry, I knocked my books off the shelf." She paused, giving them a curious look. "Everything okay out here?"
"It's fine," Ria said, hoping Megan couldn't see how rattled she was.
"All right," Megan said.
As the bedroom door closed again, Ria stepped back from Drew. Her face felt like it was on fire. A few hot kisses, and she'd forgotten everything, including where she was and what she was supposed to be doing.
"Don’t say that was a mistake," Drew warned.
"It was a mistake." She crossed her arms in front of her chest, ignoring the tingling feeling in her breasts. "I can't do this with you. I have a kid now."
"Ria—"
"No more talking, please." She was holding on to her willpower by a thread. "Please go."
His lips drew into a tight line. "I'll go, but we both know we're going to end up right back here. One of these days you have to trust me."
"Trusting you is only a small part of it."
She slipped around him and walked over to the door. She opened it and waited. After a minute, he grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair and met her in the doorway.
"Just so you know," he said. "If you leave, I'll look for you. I'm not going to spend another year wondering where the hell you are, if you're dead or alive."
"I never asked you to wonder. You wanted one night. I gave it to you. That was supposed to be the end of our story."
"Well, it turns out it wasn't the end. It was just the beginning."
She pushed him into the hallway, shut the door, turned the deadbolt and fixed the chain. Then she leaned against the solid wood and drew in a deep breath, her heart still thudding against her chest. She put a hand to her mouth, her lips tender from the onslaught of his kiss. It had been exactly like the last time, fast, hot, intense, passionate…
But the last time she'd known she was leaving the next day. There would be no tomorrow, so she could live for the night.
Now she had to think about the future, about Megan, and about staying alive.
Chapter Ten
"Thanks for letting me stay home from school today," Megan said to Ria as they ate breakfast together on Monday morning.
Ria gave her niece a sympathetic smile. "Your face looks a hundred times better, but I do remember high school and mean girls. I think you can miss a day."
"My friends aren't mean. Well, Lizzie is a little mean," Megan amended. "But that's because she likes Eric, and Eric likes me."
Ria laughed at the smug expression on Megan's face. There was nothing like a little male attention to build a woman's ego.
"At least, he used to like me," Megan said, a little doubt in her voice. "He hasn't seen me yet. He asked me to text him a photo, but I said no."
"Good, because we have a rule about texting photos, don't we?"
Megan made a little face at her. "What does it matter if I send my friend a picture of me? He knows what I look like."
"Because, it's not that simple. I know you don't understand why I'm being so careful, but it's one thing to look at you and another to have a photo of you that could get into the wrong hands."
