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clench in her core that made her restless and impatient. She took hold of his kutte in both hands and opened her mouth.
     
    She felt him smile, and then his tongue was in her mouth, and his hands were on her ass. The skirt of the dress was short; the crinoline provided most of what coverage there was. But he didn’t go searching for bare skin. He simply held on and squeezed her body to his, deepening the kiss with every breath.
     
    When she let go of his kutte and snaked her arms inside it, he groaned and pulled his head from hers. “I want to have you.”
     
    That was at least the second time he’d said something that sounded like it had come out of a novel. She should have laughed at him. Gina would have laughed at him. But Bibi thought it sounded romantic.
     
    “Please don’t be a serial killer.”
     
    She caught the ghost of an expression that seemed important, but then it was gone, and his hand was on her face again. “I won’t hurt you.”
     
     
    ~oOo~
     
     
    Bibi moved the bed tray over to the window and helped Hoosier clean up. She wiped the crumbs from his beard and gave him a warm washcloth to wipe his hands. As she smoothed her hand over his beard, she whispered, “That was when I fell in love with you, you know. I don’t think I ever said that before. Don’t know why. But it was then, when you looked down at me and said you wouldn’t hurt me. I believed you right off. And I loved you.”
     
    She settled at his side and laid her head on his shoulder. “And you never have hurt me, Hooj. You’ve made me furious. You’ve made me crazy. But you’ve never hurt me. Not one day in all the years since.”
     
    His hand clenched hard around hers, and Bibi knew he’d understood her.
     
    Because she knew Hoosier believed he had hurt her terribly at least once in their years together. He remembered enough to know that.
     
    But maybe that wasn’t a memory they needed to relive.
     
    He was in there, though. He remembered; he was with her, even if they couldn’t quite reach each other yet. Tears blurred her vision. “No, baby. You’ve never hurt me. Not ever.”
     
     
    ~oOo~
     
     
    Bibi woke the next morning with a strong, tattooed arm around her. She took a deep breath and sank into the calm of that touch, feeling his warm body, the hair of his arms, legs, and chest behind her, around her, against her bare skin. She felt content and secure.
     
    She’d never been with a guy with a hairy chest before. It was sexy. And she’d never had a lover like he was before. Joel and she had had what she thought of as amateur sex—sweaty, but not exactly effective. And these days, usually what she had were quick, drunken grapples. It wasn’t like her crowd did dates or anything like that, and it wasn’t like she had the chance to meet other people. Her clientele at Nordstrom was primarily female. Every now and then, a man would come looking to buy something as a gift, and every now and then, one of those men would make a pass, but that was just gross.
     
    So she had sex with the guys she knew, and then they, or she, went home.
     
    Hoosier was…well, he’d been a lover . He’d gone down on her—and now she’d need both hands to count how many times in her life that had ever happened—and he’d known what he was doing. Better yet, he hadn’t shoved her toward his crotch like he’d expected quid pro quo.
     
    And when they’d fucked, he’d held off, both times, until she came. He’d kissed her and touched her, and he’d been vocal. Not just grunting and groaning, but talking. Telling her how good she felt, how she tasted. And dirtier things, too.
     
    Remembering, she felt her body ready itself for more, and she moaned and stretched with restless need.
     
    He stirred behind her, breathing deeply and rolling to his back before settling into sleep again. Bibi mourned the loss of his arm around her.
     
    But then she thought of her face and hair. Oh, hell’s bells, she knew without a mirror