She made a small needy sound as she drank in the heady taste of the man who held her so firmly in his arms. She clung to him while he angled his head, first one way and then the other, as though he were greedy to experience her every way he could—and greedy to take the kiss to levels she'd never thought possible in mouth-to-mouth contact.
But it wasn't enough. Not for her. And apparently not for him, either. She felt one of his large hands slide down to her hips and slip under the hem of her T-shirt to pull her lower body in against his erection, as though he were desperate to satisfy his craving for intimate contact with her.
The other hand flattened against her back, pressing her breasts against his chest. She had never lost her head with a man—always been cautious in her relationships... But she did with Asher.. Totally lost every thought when she was with him. She had never been as hot and needy as she was now. Really, she had been hot and needy
"Pack some clothes." he said"Everything?" Kimberly asked."No not everything. Just enough for a few days." he replied. "I can send someone here if you need more stuff or we can just get you new ones""And what about my job?" she asked. "I just got back. Am I just going to abandon it again?""Yes." he replied. "You life is more important right now. We can call your dad and Phoebe tomorrow and tell them everything. I'm sure your dad can handle your office for now""Where are we going?" Kimberly asked."Back to the safe house" he said. "But for tonight, we will stay at a hotel"He looked at his watch. Kimberly stared at him. She didn't want to be locked in a hotel room with Asher Adams. The idea seemed much too intimate. But what he was saying made sense. They couldn't stay here. Asher left the room to give her some privacy.
She'd sentenced herself to lying here for the rest of the night, hot and needy and obsessing about whether she was the only one suffering. But some time during the next hour, she drifted off to sleep. And some time later, a low, choking sound woke her again.Alarmed by the sound of distress, Kimberly pressed her back against the mattress, trying to figure out where she was and why.It was dark, with only a narrow shaft of light coming in between the curtains, and it took a moment for her fogged brain to remember that she was in a hotel room bed—and why there was a man lying next to her.His body jerked, and she shifted toward him. "Asher?" she called softly.He didn't answer. He appeared to be asleep. But his head moved from side to side on the pillow, and she knew that he was in the grip of a nightmare. She knew because she'd been there."It's all right. Asher, wake up." she said.
In the darkness of the hotel bedroom, Kimberly's role had seemed clear. In the morning she wasn't quite so certain of where she stood with Asher—or where she wanted to stand.She was pretending to be asleep when she felt the mattress shift. Through slitted eyes, she saw him stand beside the bed, then walk rapidly to the bathroom. Through the closed door, she heard him getting dressed. Then he vacated the bathroom and exited the room—she assumed to give her some privacy while she got up.She wanted to tell him that they should just act normally. But she was too unsettled to know what normal was. So she focused on the simple task of getting dressed.She had just emerged from the bathroom when he came back into the room and closed the door, so she knew he must have been waiting right outside."Hi," she said. "Good morning"He shifted his weight from one foot to the
Asher chuckled and looked down at his feet, not sure of what to say. When his eyes met hers again, she wasn't sure of what she saw in them.... Regret maybe?"I'm sorry" Asher said. "I admit I was a real jerk... I judged you too fast...I don't know why" he breathed deeply before he continued. "Plus I wasn't ready for the attraction I felt towards you. I felt like I had to fight it.""What?" Kimberly said, almost not believing what he had just said.He shrugged. "I didn't have a liking problem with you, I think I just liked you way too much... And I know I shouldn't have" Asher said. He faced her then. "I'm so sorry about the way I acted"Kimberly didn't know what to say, what to think. She took a step towards him. "You can't like me" she said. "I mean... Maybe you don't hate me or think I'm useless, but like? Not possible"He shoved his hands in his pockets
She had to gather her courage to say, "But you do want me"His expression turned wry. "I'm breathing, aren't I?" he asked.Whew. Okay, then. Now they were making progress. "Then react a little" she said. She grabbed him by his upper arms and tried to shake him. Of course he didn't move."I don't want to hurt you" he said. "I don't want you to regret any —"She reached up and covered his mouth with her fingers. "I don't have any regrets" she said. "I want this. I want you. Just for a few minutes, I want to forget everything that is happening"She felt the battle of wills within him. Would the man win or the warrior? She waited until the tension in the room made it difficult to breathe. Finally, she decided it was going to be a long, lonely day.She stepped away from him. "All right. I get the message" she said softly. "Thanks for all your help"He nodded, he wanted t
"Asher? Where are you? There's somebody in the house," she said, hearing the quaver in her voice."It's me." he said."But—what are you doing?" she asked clearly confused."Sitting on the living room sofa," he answered, the simple sentence sounding provocative.She stared down the hall, still unable to see him. "If you're in the living room, why are you calling me?" she asked."Ermmm, sometimes people can communicate better on the phone than they can in person." he said.She felt the air whoosh out of her lungs."Are we having trouble communicating?" she asked. She asked."Well, there are things I want to say to you. That I wish I had said to you. But I find my tongue getting all twisted up," he said.She'd had similar feelings. "You do?" she whispered."
He laughed again. She loved that laugh. It was yummy. Like hot fudge on vanilla ice cream. But she wasn't going to make another mistake and tell him that. A part of her wanted to go slow this time, in case he suddenly decided that what they were doing was wrong.It didn't feel wrong one bit. She hoped he realized that too.He was right. Talking on the phone unleashed her inhibitions in a way she might have found shocking, if she'd had time to be shocked."Are you wearing the T-shirt and shorts you put on this morning?" he asked suddenly."Yes. Why?" she asked."I want to picture you as accurately as I can. You said you were aroused. Are your nipples standing up? If I were there in the bedroom with you, could I see them through your T-shirt?""T-shirt and bra!" She said. She looked down and saw the twin points outlined by the soft fabric. The bra did nothing to hide
He spoke low, urgent words in her ear. "Sweetheart, don't keep anything back from me, I'm greedy. I want everything you're willing to give me.""I…" she started again. "Peach? I don't know. I never thought about it.""Are they very sensitive right now?"She swallowed. "Yes.""So tell me what feels good.""Please, Asher, I can't." Kimberly said."Of course you can." he said."So what would you like me to do to those pretty peach nipples? Circle each of them with one finger? Would that make them harder? Tighter? Needier?"She answered with a little moan."Now that they're harder, do you want me to take them between my thumbs and fingers? Pull on them? Squeeze? How hard should I squeeze?""Some…" she managed to say."Do it for me." he said.
He took her hand in his and squeezed her fingers. "Kimberly, are you telling the truth? Do you really love me? Because if you don't, I can't make it. You are my world. This is killing me"She leaned forward and pulled him close. Then he was on the bed and they were kissing as if they had a lifetime to make up for."Of course I love you" she wispererd as she pressed her mouth against his lips, his cheeks, his chin. "I have been calling every week, trying to tell you""I know. James recorded the calls and forwarded them to me. I couldn't stand listening to them and I couldn't stop playing them over and over. I needed it all to me true, even as I told myself it couldn't be""Stubborn man" she said contentedly. "Do you believe me now?""I have to. I need to be with you" he touched her face. "I believe you. I love, Kimberly. I don't deserve you and you can do a hell of a lot bette
It was nearly nine when she picked up her phone to make her weekly call to James. She had gotten in the habit of calling him at night, so that when they finished she could curl up in bed and pretend that Asher had heard every word. That he cared about her and that it was killing him to be so far away from her.At what point did she let go? She wondered. Asher had been concerned that her feelings weren't real, that they were only circumstances. How could she prove otherwise to a man who refused to speak with her or see her? Was he really trying to give her space he thought she needed or did he not care about her? Was her love one sided?Six months, she told herself. She would give him the six months he had offered her. On that date, she would call for the last time. She would also tell James about the baby. She had hoped to tell Asher herself, but if he refused to talk to her, there was little she could do."But that is n
He stepped back and studied her, then rubbed his thumb against her cheek. "My beautiful baby girl. What did he do to you?" he asked.She covered her hand with his. "Not so much as you would think" she replied."But what he did to you. I can't believe that he kidnapped you. Yet it's all true. He is in jail, you know. As are the people who worked for him."Kimberly led the way to the sofa and set next to her father. "It's a lot to take in" she said."Too much. He fooled us all" His mouth twisted. "I'm so sorry you tried to explain to me on the phone and I wasn't listening." He pulled her close. "I will never forgive myself for that""You can't blame yourself, dad" Kimberly said. "He was your close friend, for God knows how long. I understand if you couldn't believe it at first"Her father grimaced. "That's still not enough reason. I just hope you know just how sorry I am a
"Asher, I...." she began.He pressed his fingers to her mouth. "Don't say anything, Kimberly. You don't have to""Yes, I do" Kimberly said. "You saved me... Again. Not just from Christopher. But you showed me that I was tough and capable""You always knew that. You always have been" Asher replied."Maybe, but I never had to prove it before" She shrugged. "I shot you""Good for you. You did what you had to in order to survive.. To save your father""Oh right. I ran straight to the enemy""You didn't know that. The point is you needed to escape from me and you did" he said.His casual acceptance of her actions made her heart sick. "I should have trusted you""We have been over that" he leaned close and kissed her forehead. "The reality of all this is you haven't even known me for long. In a dangerous situation, everything is heightene
"I will get you, you bitch!" Christopher screamed at Kimberly. His face turned red and his eyes seemed to bug out. "This is all your fault. I will get you, and when I do, I will make you wish you were dead. You hear me?"The last of her reserves faded. At that moment, Kimberly couldn't take one more thing. She felt weak. She handed the phone to Asher."Talk to my dad. Maybe you can make him understand. He's not listening to me" she said.Then she grabbed for a chair as her legs gave out and she fainted.------------------------Kimberly finished packing her clothes. She had already put her laptop in it's case and cleared out the bathroom. There wasn't all that much left to do, which meant she had no excuse to linger. But she desperately wanted to see Asher before she left.James had said something about him dropping by, but he hadn't been specific. Kimberly had a feeling that if she
She was living on borrowed time, as well but somehow that mattered less. If he killed her this second, she would have only two regrets. First, that she wouldn't be around to help those adorable kids anymore, and second, that Asher would always believe that she hadn't trusted him or cared for him at all.----------------------------Kimberly rode the elevator in silence, then stepped out in the elegant foyer and asked for Damon Forbes."I'm sorry" the lady they spoke to told her. "Mr Forbes is on vacation. Did you have an appointment?"Kimberly turned to Christopher. "Did you make an appointment?" she asked him.He nodded. "Paul Nelson is handling the transaction""Then Mr Nelson" Kimberly said."Of course. I will tell him you are here" she waited politely for their names.Christopher put his arm around Kimbe
"You bastard" Kimberly said. "He thought you were his friend. He trusted you. Why would you do something like this to him?"He ignored her questions. "I want you to change your clothes" he said as he walked back to the door. "You will have to eat too. No fainting. In fact, nothing out of the ordinary"She waited, knowing he was finally going to tell her what this was all about. And then, before he could speak, she understood."You need money." she breathed. "You were after the ransom money from my kidnap. Only that plan didn't work out so well for you""Smart girl" Christopher said grinning."You could have just asked for help" Kimberly said. "You didn't have to do all this""Shut up" he shouted. "I don't have to explain my actions to you. That's the thing with you and your father. Feeling and acting like gods. Now, I decided to go another way. We
Kimberly drank some water from the faucet and returned to the bed. Asher would probably have recovered from the sedative, but that wasn't going to be much help to her. Sure, he could trace her to the hospital, but then what?Alex was probably going to kill after getting what he wanted from her. She accepted that. If not today, then soon. The thought of death scared her, but that really made her want to pound her hands against the walls and scream was the thought that Asher would never know she was sorry to have misjudged him. He would live the rest of her life aware that in the heat of the moment, she hadn't trusted him."I was a fool" she whispered into the silence. "I should have trusted him. I should have remembered that that Alex would do anything to lure me out. I should have known you were on my side"Worse, she should have listened to her heart. Over the past couple of days, she had been feeling things for A
The shot was quieter than she would have thought. The sedative struck him in the upper left part of his chest, close to his shoulder. Her eyes flickered open then closed. She waited five seconds before shaking him."Asher" she yelled. "Can you hear me?"He didn't budge. She dropped the gun onto the floor and ran for the garage.She was nearly halfway across the cement floor before the computerized voice warned her that she had violated her authorized perimeter. The shrill siren began as she started the car engine. She started to back out before the garage doors had fully opened, and there was an ugly scraping sound, barely audible over the pulsing alarm.Kimberly turned on the lights of the car and drove down the street. Not long now, she told herself over and over again in a litany of prayer. I will be there, daddy. Just hang on for meTears threatened, but she willed them away.