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not?”
    She frowned at his harsh insistence even while
her heart fluttered with unfamiliar hope. “I’m just traveling through. I don’t
live here.”
    “Neither do I. Where do you live?”
    She reached up to place her palm against his
face. “Will you leave if I don’t tell you?” She heard the throb of anxiety in
her voice.
    He was silent for a moment, eyes probing.
Something of the disquiet in her expression was suddenly reflected in his own,
along with something deeper still that he quickly concealed as he dropped his
gaze, glancing away from her for a moment. He moved his hands from her face and
slid them down to her shoulders. His eyes spoke nothing more than a fierce
hunger when he returned his flashing gaze to hers. “All right, then. No names.”
He gripped her shoulders tighter. “Turn over.”
    Her heartbeat kicked up several notches as he
easily flipped her onto her stomach and straddled her legs. She glanced over
her shoulder, catching a disconcerting bleakness in his expression that he was
quick to conceal. “What are you doing?”
    He stroked his palms over her upper back, the
soothing touch belying the shadows that had briefly made him look grim and distant.
“No more questions.”
    “I—”
    Two thumbs massaged the smooth nape of her neck,
guiding her head down until her cheek rested against the pillow. “ Shh .
I’m not going to hurt you, sugar.” He replaced his thumbs with his mouth,
kissing his way down her nape and up the side of her jaw before grazing her
ear. He bit gently on the lobe before saying, “You’re right. We’re just
strangers passing through this place. No more talking then. Let’s just enjoy
this for what it is.”
    She suddenly felt like crying.
    She hadn’t anticipated this curious sense of
connection with this man, this feeling of completeness, this mysterious
yearning for more than just this one night, these few hours. She fought to tamp
down the abrupt wild impulse to tell him everything, including her name. That
had never been part of the plan.
    He took the bobby pins out of her chignon, sifted
his fingers through her unrestrained hair, spread it down her neck and over her
shoulders. He pressed his face into it, inhaled, and then exhaled with a husky
sigh of approval and desire. His palms grazed down her arms, finding her hands
where they tightly clenched the pillow to her chest, drawing them out until her
arms were spread on either side of her as if in supplication. He clasped her
hands in his, meshed his long, supple fingers with hers for a few moments. His
solid chest was against her back, hot skin pressing. She felt his penis against
her buttocks, twitching, growing hard again.
    She closed her eyes, mouth parted in a tiny gasp
of longing.
    He released her hands, bringing his own up her
arms, returning them to her shoulders with a brief squeeze before skimming down
her back. Thumbs brushed the outer swell of her breasts, the sides of her
ribcage, a startling tickle instantly followed by a soothing rub of palms,
palms that soon slid lower to curving hips. She felt the damp, warm sandpaper
of his tongue on her nape and then the scrape of his teeth as he nipped her
there lightly. His torso gradually slid down her body her as he kissed and
licked and nibbled a leisurely journey along her spine to her lower back.
       He ran his hands over her buttocks, rubbing
her skin between nips and kisses. He was on his stomach now, between her legs,
his broad shoulders relentlessly spreading her wide. There was no hesitation,
no inkling of modesty or embarrassment in his touch as he dug his fingers into
the crevice of her buttocks, his tongue following as he licked his way down
that crevice to her anus, a few inquisitive licks at that puckered area before
sliding down to the patch of skin lower down. God, she hadn’t known that that
area was so sensitive!
    She groaned and lifted her hips, arching up and
into his mouth, urging him to continue licking and pushing with his