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“I lost when I allowed myself to love, and I don’t want—” She shook her head, her eyes turning sad, the memories hurt. “I couldn’t bear losing you.”
“You won’t,” he insisted.
“Not if we remainonlyfriends.”
He laughed loudly. “That’s not going to happen.”
“Loving me will only cause you pain,” she pleaded.
“Not loving you would be like a living death tome.”
Tears pooled in her eyes.
“Tell me you don’t feel some undeniable tug between us. Tell me that you aren’t eager to see me. Tell me that you don’t ache when we’re apart. Tell me that you don’t love me.”
She stared at him, and as a single tear ran down her cheek, she said, “I can’t.”
Again he offered her his hand, and this time she took it.
He wrapped her in his arms and brought his lips down on hers. It didn’t start out as a hungry kiss. It was simply a coming together of the obvious, the undeniable, the truth. But the need to draw closer grew and with it hungry passionate love.
The kiss turned into an erotic mating of tongues until Reeve broke away and rested his brow to hers.
Breathless, he said, “If we keep going like this I will not be able to stop from making love to you. Already I swell with the want of you. So tell me stay or go; the choice is yours.”
Chapter 18
Tara felt frozen with fear yet burned with desire. She wanted so very badly to surrender to passion, but what if she did, and then ...
“Let love rule, not fear,” he reminded with a whisper.
Wasn’t she doing just that? Wasn’t she thinking how she felt the same as he did, that she believed she loved him? And if she did, did she love him enough to walk away so that he might live?
“Don’t do this,” Reeve pleaded. “Forget everything but you and me.”
“That is the only thing I am thinking about,” she said.
With his two hands, he cupped her face. “Good. Then how do you feel at this moment?”
“I worry—”
“No,” he argued. “How does yourbodyfeel?”
She couldn’t help but smile. “It tingles all over.”
“What else?” he asked.
Her cheeks heated and bloomed bright red in his hands.
He didn’t laugh or tease her about her obvious reaction. He simply encouraged her. “Tell me.”
“I truthfully don’t know how to explain it.”
“Close your eyes,” he whispered, “and feel.”
His hands left her face and drifted faintly down along her body, stopping here and there to stroke more intimately, the crook of her neck, the dip in her blouse, and settled on her hard nipples.
She shuddered and sighed.
