One moment he was looking at her and feeling his heart squeeze, and the next, she was in his arms and he was holding her close; cradled there like a small hurt thing and not the monster she was. Clouds of blond hair haloed a sweet face; her eyes were wide and surprised, glistening with more unshed tears that spiked her lashes. Her lips parted just slightly before she slipped a tongue onto them, highlighting their plumpness and wetting them with moisture. He rocked in place, locking his arms about her and then his knees to keep upright. She didn’t weigh more than a buck twenty, she was soft and sweet-smelling, and everything about her was infinitely desirable. And dead. She’s dead, Garrick.Then, even that thought failed him.Garrick moved his shoulder, lifting her closer…bringing her mouth within a hairsbreadth of his own, shuddering with every touch of her breath as every one of them seemed to match his. She breathed? She couldn’t be dead if she breathed…could she?“Garrick?”The name was whispered, wrapping around his ears with more sensations he could do without.
