oe how to tease and withhold； playing the martyr when she did。 She
took delight in learning the nuances of holding； caressing； leading him
to the brink； staying there； and； incredibly； the force of the passion
was even greater。 This time； when it was done； there were no tears。 Eyes
closed； she nestled against him； replete and happy。 She didn't have a
care in the world。
Oblivious to the steady rain that beat down on the roof of the house；
they slept。 Their twined bodies offered warmth； the soft rug offered
fort。 It was nearly four in the morning when Ross gently woke her。
〃Let's go upstairs；〃 he whispered； kissing her ear。
Groggy and disoriented； she reached for him。 〃What is it？〃
He was on his knees； gathering her into his arms。 〃Nothing。 I just want
to take you to bed。〃
〃You're not leaving？〃 Her arms tightened around his neck； but he
chuckled。
〃I want to take you in bed…〃
〃Are you 。。。 again？〃
〃Shhh。 I want to be able to remember what your bed feels like； for all
those long lonely nights ahead；〃 he drawled。 He crossed the living room
and took the stairs with her in his arms and a minimum of effort。 〃I
want you to be haunted the same way；〃 he added； less humorous now。
〃You'll lie in your bed and remember the feel of me until you're ready
to burst。〃
Fully awakened； Chloe was warm all over。 Her breast was snug to his
chest； her hip nestled against his naked belly。 It was still night。
Under cover of darkness； she could do anything。 Her lips turned
recklessly to his shoulder； her tongue moistening a spot； her teeth
leaving a mark。
〃Heeeey！ Watch that！〃 He put her down； letting her s
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