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the sooner he started, the better.
But when he tried to remove his arm from beneath her shoulders. Rachel cried out, her hand flying to her
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scalp.
Cullen went instantly still. Her hair must have caught on his watch strap. Cursing beneath his breath, he
bent over her and began working the strands of her hair free from the buckle. Murphy's law, he thought
savagely. This was it, in spades. Just when he didn't need it to, everything that could go wrong was going
about as wrong as it could. Right now he needed distance, and lots of it.
Rachel's nearness, the intimacy of leaning over her while she lay on her bed, hammered at him. The room
was warm, sunlightspreading across the floor and the bed, washing everything in hot gold and intensifying
scents. He could smell the cedar chest at the end of the bed, the perfume Rachel used. Cullen sucked in a
short, sharp breath and almost groaned out loud. He could smell Rachel's skin. A bead of sweat eased its
way down his spine. He cursed silently as his fingers slipped and pulled on her hair.
Finally he was finished. "If you lift your head, I'll get my arm out."
Rachel slid both hands around his nape. Her grip tightened as shepulledherself up. When his arm was
free, she didn't let go as he'd expected. His gaze locked with hers. He was bent over Rachel, hands
braced on either side of her on the bed, and her face was so close that all he needed to do was move a
bare inch and his mouth would brush her forehead.
A tremor moved through him. He knew how close he was to kissing her. To doing a lot more than just
kissing. "You need to rest," he said bluntly, warningly. "If you don't let go, I'll join you on the bed."
"You're the one who decided I needed to rest,"she reminded him. "If you hadn't carried me up here, I'd
be unloading groceries right now."
Rachel's voice was as clear and direct as her eyes. Cullen sucked in a breath when he realised that he
would have to be the one to unlatch her hands from his neck, because she wasn't going to. He also knew
with a sudden unquestionable clarity that the reason she'd recoiled from his touch before wasn't because
he physically repelled her, it was because touching him hurt her as much as touching her hurt him. Cullen's
gaze dropped to her mouth, and his whole body tightened on a sweet, savage rush of need.
God help him, but he didn't want to take her hands from his skin. He wanted to stay with her on the
sun-drenched bed, immerse himself in the dark longing in her eyes, the soft fullness of her mouth. He
wanted to strip away her clothes and acquaint himself with every curve, every change the pregnancy had
made to her body. He wanted to push himself inside her, make love to her until they were both shaking
and exhausted, and then start over. But most of all,hejust wanted to lie with Rachel and holdher.
"At least there's no danger I'll get pregnant," she said huskily. "Unless you're planning on making medical
history."
Reaching up, she brushed her lips across his. Once, twice, a third time. A shudder went through Cullen,
and his mouth opened, capturing hers. She accepted his tongue into her mouth with a hunger and intimacy
that shattered him. Her fingers thrust into his hair, gripping, tugging insistently, pulling him even closer as
she settled back on the pillows. Then, just as Cullen was tensing himself to pull free, she began raking her
nails lightly down his scalp, his nape, across his shoulders, stroking and petting him the way she'd done
when he'd first kissed her at theHansons ' barbecue. He'd never forgotten the sheer mind-blowing
sensuality of her touch then, but now the stunning, raw pleasure of her nails against his skin drove him to
his knees beside the bed.
A groan rumbled from his chest as she continued to stroke him,knead him. God help him, but he needed
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the sooner he started, the better.
But when he tried to remove his arm from beneath her shoulders. Rachel cried out, her hand flying to her
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scalp.
Cullen went instantly still. Her hair must have caught on his watch strap. Cursing beneath his breath, he
bent over her and began working the strands of her hair free from the buckle. Murphy's law, he thought
savagely. This was it, in spades. Just when he didn't need it to, everything that could go wrong was going
about as wrong as it could. Right now he needed distance, and lots of it.
Rachel's nearness, the intimacy of leaning over her while she lay on her bed, hammered at him. The room
was warm, sunlightspreading across the floor and the bed, washing everything in hot gold and intensifying
scents. He could smell the cedar chest at the end of the bed, the perfume Rachel used. Cullen sucked in a
short, sharp breath and almost groaned out loud. He could smell Rachel's skin. A bead of sweat eased its
way down his spine. He cursed silently as his fingers slipped and pulled on her hair.
Finally he was finished. "If you lift your head, I'll get my arm out."
Rachel slid both hands around his nape. Her grip tightened as shepulledherself up. When his arm was
free, she didn't let go as he'd expected. His gaze locked with hers. He was bent over Rachel, hands
braced on either side of her on the bed, and her face was so close that all he needed to do was move a
bare inch and his mouth would brush her forehead.
A tremor moved through him. He knew how close he was to kissing her. To doing a lot more than just
kissing. "You need to rest," he said bluntly, warningly. "If you don't let go, I'll join you on the bed."
"You're the one who decided I needed to rest,"she reminded him. "If you hadn't carried me up here, I'd
be unloading groceries right now."
Rachel's voice was as clear and direct as her eyes. Cullen sucked in a breath when he realised that he
would have to be the one to unlatch her hands from his neck, because she wasn't going to. He also knew
with a sudden unquestionable clarity that the reason she'd recoiled from his touch before wasn't because
he physically repelled her, it was because touching him hurt her as much as touching her hurt him. Cullen's
gaze dropped to her mouth, and his whole body tightened on a sweet, savage rush of need.
God help him, but he didn't want to take her hands from his skin. He wanted to stay with her on the
sun-drenched bed, immerse himself in the dark longing in her eyes, the soft fullness of her mouth. He
wanted to strip away her clothes and acquaint himself with every curve, every change the pregnancy had
made to her body. He wanted to push himself inside her, make love to her until they were both shaking
and exhausted, and then start over. But most of all,hejust wanted to lie with Rachel and holdher.
"At least there's no danger I'll get pregnant," she said huskily. "Unless you're planning on making medical
history."
Reaching up, she brushed her lips across his. Once, twice, a third time. A shudder went through Cullen,
and his mouth opened, capturing hers. She accepted his tongue into her mouth with a hunger and intimacy
that shattered him. Her fingers thrust into his hair, gripping, tugging insistently, pulling him even closer as
she settled back on the pillows. Then, just as Cullen was tensing himself to pull free, she began raking her
nails lightly down his scalp, his nape, across his shoulders, stroking and petting him the way she'd done
when he'd first kissed her at theHansons ' barbecue. He'd never forgotten the sheer mind-blowing
sensuality of her touch then, but now the stunning, raw pleasure of her nails against his skin drove him to
his knees beside the bed.
A groan rumbled from his chest as she continued to stroke him,knead him. God help him, but he needed
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