She lifted her arms to beckon him back. His features blurred in the glare of the afternoon light, but she didn't have to see him. His features were indelibly printed on her mind. When he came close her hands went to the buttons of his shirt, eager to find what was beneath.
She pulled his shirt down over his shoulders, her hands hungry for the feel of his smooth skin. "Just love me," she whispered.
Her body had been made for his. She was sure of that now. His hands were made to cup her breasts, his chest was made to rest her face against, his arms were made to hold her close. As she grew more and more frantic to have all of him, he took her, first slow and steady and maddeningly elusive, then hard and driving, searing her with his aban don, branding her with his heat.
Sweet, aching tenderness, a hot, wild dance that sent her spinning with only his hand to guide her, and then a voice, her own, a scream of ecstasy so pure, she felt tears spring into her eyes. It went on and on, and she couldn't breathe, but she didn't want it to stop, didn't want to think. When it finally faded, she was gasping, her eyes wide open with amazement at how fine it had been. She held his shuddering body as he clenched like a fist and then found release himself.
Slowly they regained breath and found a peaceful re spite. Ross looked at her, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright as midnight stars.
"Charity," he said softly, running a hand down her na ked form. "I'm afraid you're addictive. The high I get from you is better than anything I've ever felt before. I don't want it to end."
That was exactly the way she'd been feeling, and she smiled a silent agreement. "How long can we stay?" she whispered, half shy to put her feelings into words.
He grinned, his hand beginning his slow tantalization again already. "Until 'they' find us," he told her.
She sighed with pleasure and arched to his touch like a cat. The longer that took, the better. The luckiest day of her life, she decided drowsily, had been when she'd called the temporary employment agency to find herself a hus band. Finding Ross was a godsend, even if it had taken a visit from her exasperating family to conjure up this mira cle.
Suddenly they were all gone.
Faith and W.A. were the first to decamp. The two of them took a bus to Boulder to meet with a trance chan neler who'd found the secret of life and could put anyone at all in touch with it for only a few thousand dollars.