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through his hair. "Yeah, I did."
    She
tilted her head. "Why?" Groaning, she shook her head. "Never
mind. Don't answer that—"
    Before
she could move away, Tom's hands cupped her face and his lips captured her open
mouth. His tongue swept inside and danced with hers. Charlise mewed. This
wasn't the fast kiss from a moment ago. This one was soft and warm. Her body
melted and she grabbed the front of his shirt to hang on. Sweet pleasure washed
away her anger.
    Tom
pulled back. His eyes were dark with desire. "Earlier, that was a kiss to
shock you into not following me. That kiss I just gave you…was a kiss you can
be pissed over." He kissed her forehead, turned, and walked back down the
stairs." Good night Charlise."

Chapter Five
    A
heavy snore woke Charlise up. She lay still, eyes closed and tried to figure
out where she was. When another snore resounded in the room, she realized it
wasn't Jared beside her, thank God.
    For
one thing, Jared didn't snore. Such an imperfection meant Jared wasn't perfect,
and that he couldn't conquer something he'd view as a weakness. No, he'd never
live with himself if she mentioned he rocked the walls with the noise he made
in his slumber.
    Her
eyes flew open when another wheeze and bark erupted close by. Tom's face was
mere inches from hers, his head resting on her pillow.
    As
her heart rate slowed down, her lips quivered with amusement. Snoring made him
human, and—Oh, my God, what is he doing in my bed?
    "Tom."
    There
was a brief snore and he squirmed beside her. "Hm…"
    "Tom!"
She poked him in the chest. "Get up. You're in my bed."
    The
still sleeping man wrapped his arms around Charlise and pulled her closer. His
body molded around hers.
    "Tom?"
She squealed and fought the desire to succumb to the furnace-like heat
radiating off him.
    His
hold on her was soft, yet his body remained hard and unmovable.
    She
dared not move. "Tom—"
    "You
had a nightmare." He yawned hugely. "You calmed down after I got in
bed with you."
    "Oh."
She remembered now. The backrub he gave her lulled her back to sleep. Her
stomach fluttered. It was the first time that she could recall being put to
sleep that way.
    "I'll
get up in a second. Let me wake up." His eyes remained closed and he
stretched his legs out next to hers.
    "Don't
bullshit me. I can…feel you." She pressed against his hips to prove her
point.
    Tom's
arms tightened, and he nuzzled the sensitive skin at the base of her neck.
"I can feel you, too." His lips moved against her ear, and sent
shivers down her body. "You feel good, you know that?"
    "Don't
make me mad. Get up, before I—" Charlise fought to keep her wits when his
mouth sucked on her neck. "Before I…"
    Tom's
mouth trailed along the curve of her throat to her collarbone. She moaned. The
velvet texture of his tongue skimmed a path up her neck to the tip of her chin.
Before she could protest again, he captured her lips with his.
    Under
the cocoon of blankets and in Tom's arms, Charlise lost herself in the pleasure
from his kiss. Her nipples hardened and she nibbled on his lower lip, tasting,
licking, Tom groaned, kissed her one more time, and pulled back. She ran her
tongue across her lips, already missing him.
    "We
should probably get up, huh?" Tom lifted the corner of his mouth.
    She
shoved his chest. "Tom, you need to stop—"
    He
pecked her lips. "I know. There's something happening between us. We've
got to make you safe first, though. We'll figure us out later."
    "There
is no us," she muttered.
    He
swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. "Right now, I could
really use some coffee. You?"
    She
shot out of bed. "Fine. Breakfast sounds good. I'll be down in a few
minutes."
    Tom
headed downstairs and Charlise padded into the bathroom. Rummaging around in
the bag Sally'd left for her, she found a dark blue sweatsuit and pulled on the
top and pants. She brushed her teeth and combed her hair. When she went back
into the bedroom, the aroma of fresh brewed coffee wafted up the