Her back was stiff, her shoulders tense, and for a moment he was torn between a slight taste of guilt and a strong sense of rightness, so of course the rightness won. She’d forgive him once she understood. And she would understand; he’d make her understand. But all such thoughts flew out of his h...
His lips found hers again, robbing her of reason, of thought. He tore himself away from her and grated, “You’ve tangled us in the boa.” And somehow she had. It curled around them, binding them together with wispy strength. Slowly, carefully, she began unwinding it. When her upper arm brushed his ...