The sun was already riding high when she turned over in her tangled sheets, shivering deliciously as her body reminded her of what’d happened in the middle of the night. She’d got off amazingly lightly all things considered. Her nightshirt was in tatters but there were only a couple of small grazes on her bottom and some light scratches on her thighs and breasts. It was a miracle considering the raw power that Starr had expended in making love to her. How passionately he’d taken her—in both her sensual orifices. The thought of him made her go hot and cold. Hot at the thought of the pleasure, the wildness, the almost transcendental quality of his lovemaking. Cold at the fact that he might well draw away from what they’d shared and become his old self again. That when he next appeared, he might be as remote and emotionally insulated as he always was. Where are you now, you bastard? Rolling over in her bed, she felt a great lift in her spirits when she realized where he had been not long ago.
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