Her tired leg muscles trembled and she wobbled, nearly falling. She didn’t get a chance to correct it. Cursing under his breath, he lifted her into his arms, holding her close to his chest as he strode to the bedroom at the end of the hall. He walked unerringly into the dark room and lowered her gently to her feet beside the bed. She heard a click, then the soft yellow glow of a bedside lamp cast a circle of light around them. She followed his efficient moves as he opened a drawer in the nightstand, laid a condom beside the lamp, then turned to her. For a moment she was held by the intensity in his dark gaze, tingling at the strange feeling that she knew exactly what he was thinking. That this was familiar for them both, yet totally new. They’d made love before, a sweet exploration of each other that had joined them, body and soul. She knew with every fiber of her being that this would not be like that. This would be a passionate collision of raging desires too long repressed.
