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her face, raining shaking, fierce, thirsting kisses, and she could barely
feel them, because she was kissing him back, anywhere she could
reach him his jaw, his cheek, his brow and then his lips.
And his lips were crushing hers, drinking, giving, hurting and the hurt
was so deliciously wonderful, so wonderfully alive, she welcomed
the pain. He pulled back, set her on her feet, and she promptly began
to fall, crying out. Mike jerked her into his arms and deposited her on
the bed, wrenching at the tape around her ankles and ripping it off
within a few seconds, then reaching behind her. 'Sorry, I didn't notice
. ..'
'Oh, darling --' she gasped out an unsteady, unamused laugh. She
couldn't feel his fingers. 'It won't do any good. I won't be able to
walk the circulation has been cut off too long --' The tape was off
her wrists, for her shoulders were suddenly eased from their cramped
confinement, and she brought her hands around to touch them
together tentatively. Nothing.
'Not to worry, my love,' he said, sounding incredibly calm after his
ferocious bellowing. 'I'll carry you. You can't be much of a load, such
a little thing, after all. I'll just sling you up over my shoulder like so,
and we'll be off --' He started out of the door and down the hall,
carrying her, contrary to his words, tightly against his chest, shielding
her nose and mouth. They were forced back into the room as red
angry flames licked wickedly at the stairs. The roar of the monster
was nearly a scream.
Mike shoved at the door with one foot and went to the window after
dumping her on the hateful bed, weak and frightened, tears streaming
down her face. He tried the window, found it nailed shut, so he found
something to wrap around his forearm and smashed it right through
the glass, running his padded arm around the edges to be sure all the
dangerous jagged edges were broken off. Then he surveyed the
outside for a brief moment, and looked back at Dee. He had
apparently made up his mind, and he strode over to sweep her on to
the floor, laughing recklessly down into her face.
'Didn't I tell you not to worry?' he mocked, kissing her hard.
She smiled at him quaveringly, trying to joke, 'I'm sorry, I've just had
a bad day.'
His eyes softened on her unbelievably, then he was moving swiftly,
tearing up sheets from the small bed with a rippling flex of his
shoulders, tying the pieces together in an amazingly short amount of
time. He tied one end to the bedpost, yanking the bed over to the
window and throwing the other end out. It disappeared with a snaking
slither.
He turned back to Dee and wordlessly held out his arms. She rose to
her knees and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pressing
kisses against his jawline and ear. She felt him kiss her back, then he
carried her to the window. 'It's only the second story, love. Do you
think you could keep those lovely arms around my neck for that long,
hmm?'
She drew back, stammering, 'My hands I can't hold on to
anything --'
He drew one finger down the side of her cheek. 'I won't let you fall.'
And looking into his wonderfully sparkling, vividly alive eyes, she
believed him. She tightened her arms around his neck and he wrapped
one arm securely around her waist, swinging them both over the
windowsill. Then they were dropping into the air, Mike's neck and
shoulder muscles bunching painfully, straining, as he lowered them
both to the ground.
Once down and feeling the incredible destructive heat that had not yet
broken through the outside wall, Mike hauled Dee up into his arms
and carried her swiftly away from the burning, dying house. She held
on to him and buried her face into his hard, warm, moving shoulder.
Some distance away, he stopped and lowered her on to the hood of a
car. Her head surfaced briefly. It was his dark green sedan. She buried
her face again into him, feeling the marvellously good texture to his
skin, smelling his scent, touching him and being held.
He pulled away. 'Dee darling, we've got to call the fire department so
that they can get this blaze under control or the whole wood will burn.
Are you all right, dear girl?' The tender tone and the slightly unsteady
hand that passed through her hair made her gulp, and she nodded,
waveringly. He scooped her up and put her gently into the car,
grabbing a soft comforter from the back and tucking it under her.
Then he swiftly got into the driver's side and reversed down the [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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her face, raining shaking, fierce, thirsting kisses, and she could barely
feel them, because she was kissing him back, anywhere she could
reach him his jaw, his cheek, his brow and then his lips.
And his lips were crushing hers, drinking, giving, hurting and the hurt
was so deliciously wonderful, so wonderfully alive, she welcomed
the pain. He pulled back, set her on her feet, and she promptly began
to fall, crying out. Mike jerked her into his arms and deposited her on
the bed, wrenching at the tape around her ankles and ripping it off
within a few seconds, then reaching behind her. 'Sorry, I didn't notice
. ..'
'Oh, darling --' she gasped out an unsteady, unamused laugh. She
couldn't feel his fingers. 'It won't do any good. I won't be able to
walk the circulation has been cut off too long --' The tape was off
her wrists, for her shoulders were suddenly eased from their cramped
confinement, and she brought her hands around to touch them
together tentatively. Nothing.
'Not to worry, my love,' he said, sounding incredibly calm after his
ferocious bellowing. 'I'll carry you. You can't be much of a load, such
a little thing, after all. I'll just sling you up over my shoulder like so,
and we'll be off --' He started out of the door and down the hall,
carrying her, contrary to his words, tightly against his chest, shielding
her nose and mouth. They were forced back into the room as red
angry flames licked wickedly at the stairs. The roar of the monster
was nearly a scream.
Mike shoved at the door with one foot and went to the window after
dumping her on the hateful bed, weak and frightened, tears streaming
down her face. He tried the window, found it nailed shut, so he found
something to wrap around his forearm and smashed it right through
the glass, running his padded arm around the edges to be sure all the
dangerous jagged edges were broken off. Then he surveyed the
outside for a brief moment, and looked back at Dee. He had
apparently made up his mind, and he strode over to sweep her on to
the floor, laughing recklessly down into her face.
'Didn't I tell you not to worry?' he mocked, kissing her hard.
She smiled at him quaveringly, trying to joke, 'I'm sorry, I've just had
a bad day.'
His eyes softened on her unbelievably, then he was moving swiftly,
tearing up sheets from the small bed with a rippling flex of his
shoulders, tying the pieces together in an amazingly short amount of
time. He tied one end to the bedpost, yanking the bed over to the
window and throwing the other end out. It disappeared with a snaking
slither.
He turned back to Dee and wordlessly held out his arms. She rose to
her knees and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pressing
kisses against his jawline and ear. She felt him kiss her back, then he
carried her to the window. 'It's only the second story, love. Do you
think you could keep those lovely arms around my neck for that long,
hmm?'
She drew back, stammering, 'My hands I can't hold on to
anything --'
He drew one finger down the side of her cheek. 'I won't let you fall.'
And looking into his wonderfully sparkling, vividly alive eyes, she
believed him. She tightened her arms around his neck and he wrapped
one arm securely around her waist, swinging them both over the
windowsill. Then they were dropping into the air, Mike's neck and
shoulder muscles bunching painfully, straining, as he lowered them
both to the ground.
Once down and feeling the incredible destructive heat that had not yet
broken through the outside wall, Mike hauled Dee up into his arms
and carried her swiftly away from the burning, dying house. She held
on to him and buried her face into his hard, warm, moving shoulder.
Some distance away, he stopped and lowered her on to the hood of a
car. Her head surfaced briefly. It was his dark green sedan. She buried
her face again into him, feeling the marvellously good texture to his
skin, smelling his scent, touching him and being held.
He pulled away. 'Dee darling, we've got to call the fire department so
that they can get this blaze under control or the whole wood will burn.
Are you all right, dear girl?' The tender tone and the slightly unsteady
hand that passed through her hair made her gulp, and she nodded,
waveringly. He scooped her up and put her gently into the car,
grabbing a soft comforter from the back and tucking it under her.
Then he swiftly got into the driver's side and reversed down the [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]