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with his hand and slid his palm against her aching sex.

Never before had sparks of pleasure flown through her with such intensity as they did the moment he touched her sensitive flesh. Instinctively she rocked against his palm,

aiding his questing fingers by arching her hips.

She was already so close to orgasm she knew it was only a matter of seconds before

she exploded against his hand. When he slipped his fingers under her silk panties and

parted her slick folds, she bit her lip to keep from crying out her pleasure.

Gently, he eased one, then two fingers inside her, boldly praising her aroused state.

She couldn’t have said two words if her life depended on it. All she could do was gasp,

and pray fervently that he rode out this storm with her, that he didn’t pull away as he’d

done before.

Mindless with passion, she heard only his murmuring in her ear, coaxing her to let go, each spoken word coupled with the agonizing pleasure of his fingers moving within

her, his thumb circling the sensitive nub.

Finally the moment was upon her, and she held on to his shoulders and pushed against his hand, her buttocks rising up as he drove her over the edge, taking in her cries

of pleasure with his lips as he kissed her through her shuddering climax.

He held her, kissing her as she gradually regained some semblance of sanity. He pulled her against him and laid her head on his shoulder, one of her legs flung over his,

just as she’d wished earlier. He didn’t say a word, just stroked her back while her breathing returned to normal.

What could she say to him after what had just happened? She’d never lost control like that before. She’d never had a sexual experience like that before, never had a man

put her pleasure before his own.

But now that he’d shown her how unselfish he was, how giving, she wanted to return

the favor. Boldly she reached out her hand and caressed his chest, curling her fingers in

the crisp hairs above his shirt.

“Now, it’s your turn.” She smiled into the darkness as he sucked in a breath.

Something cold and wet hit her forehead. Once, twice, then several more.

“It’s raining.” Jake jumped up in a flash as the sky opened, drenching them in a downpour. He motioned for Lucy to hurry, which she did as best she could, struggling

with the last vestiges of her modesty as she scurried back into her clothes and grabbed

what blankets she could hold. Jake jumped off the trampoline and held his arms out to

her. She leaned into him and he swept her onto the ground. They both took off in a brisk

run toward the house.

Rascal was inside the door, wagging his tail for them.

Once inside, Jake grabbed the now-soaked blankets and laid them in another room,

returning with a towel for her.

She dried her wet skin and hair, not once taking her eyes off the man who, moments

ago, had taken her to a height of pleasure that still left her shaking and wanting more.

“I can’t believe it’s raining like that.” His eyes darkened to a smoldering amber.

Lucy felt the stirrings of arousal surround her once again, knowing the magic of this

night was just beginning. “Maybe it was a sign that it was time to come inside.” He nodded, then stepped toward her, gathering her in his arms. Their eyes met and

held, and she felt every blissful second tick by as he lowered his face to hers.

Then her cell phone rang.

Jake lifted his head.

“Ignore it,” she said.

He nodded and the phone stopped ringing. “Now, where were we?” The phone rang again.

Lucy sighed. “I’d better check to see who that is.” He pulled away while she ran to the dining room to retrieve her telephone. Seeing the home number, she answered.

“Lucille?”

It was her father. She knew she shouldn’t have answered. When would she learn to

listen to that voice inside her head? “Yes?”

“I need you to come home.”

She sighed. “Father, really. I thought we had this discussion before. I’m old enough

to—”

“You don’t understand,” he interrupted. “I’m having chest pains. I thought it was indigestion but they won’t go away. In fact, they’re getting worse.” Panic flew through her, and she began to shake. “Father, call 911 now!”

“No, it’s not that bad. I just don’t want to be here alone in case something happens.”

Knowing how stubborn her father could be about medical issues, she said, “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

She hung up and turned to Jake, who had come into the room and was standing behind her.

“Jake, I’m sorry, I have to go. My father is having chest pains and he’s so stubborn and won’t go to the doctor and—”

Jake took a step and gathered her in his arms, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“Hey, it’s okay. Go, take care of your dad.”

She wished she could bring him along, felt a desperate need for his strength. But she

knew she couldn’t because his presence would only make things worse. “I’m sorry. Jake,

I’m so sorry,” she said at the same time gathering her purse and slipping on her sandals.

“We’ll have more nights like tonight. Go, and be careful.” Pressing a quick kiss to his lips she flew out the door toward her car, hoping her father merely had another attack of indigestion.

He may be an insufferable pain in the butt, but he was the only family she had.

Once

inside the vehicle, she quickly started it up, counting the minutes until she’d reach home.

Chapter Nine

Lucy wrapped her arms around herself and paced the library, trying her best not to

glare at her father.

He was fine. There was nothing wrong with him. High color fused his face. He wasn’t even pale. No sweating, his pulse was strong. He looked fit and robust as he sat

reading the financial section of the paper while she paced and fumed.

Oh, he’d tried to give her his best oh-poor-pitiful-me performance when she’d flown

through the front door and raced to his side after breaking nearly every speed record

between