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her. His bedroom was closer to the front of the house.
He drew her inside her room and closed the door behind them, pausing to lay the
automatic on a table nearby. "Did he hurt you?" he asked at once.
"He dropped me on the patio. I bruised my hip...Micah, no!" she exclaimed,
pushing at the big, lean hand that was pulling up her nylon gown.
"I've seen more of you than this," he reminded her.
"But..."
He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, easing her down gently
onto the sheet where the covers had been thrown back by her captor. He sat down
beside her and pulled up the gown, smiling gently at the pale pink cotton briefs
she was wearing.
"Just what I'd expect," he murmured. "Functional, not sexy."
"Nobody sees my underthings except me," she bit off. "Will you stop?"
He pushed the gown up to her waist, ignoring her protests, and winced when he saw
her upper thigh and hip. "You're going to have a whopper of a bruise on your leg,"
he murmured, drawing down the elastic of the briefs. "Your hip didn't fare much
better."
His thumb was against the soft, warm skin of her lower stomach and the other one
was poised beside
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her head on the pillow while he looked at her bruises She didn't think he was doing
it on purpose, but that thumb seemed to be moving back and forth in a very arousing
way. Her body liked it. She moved rest-lessly on the sheet, shivering a little with
unexpected pleasure.
"A few bruises are...are better than being kid napped," she whispered shakily.
Her wide eyes met his. "I was so scared, Micah!"
His hand spread on her hip. His narrow black eyes met hers. "So was I, when I
heard you shouting," he said huskily. "He almost had you!"
"Almost," she agreed, her breath jerking out "I'm still shaking."
His fingers contracted. "I'm going to give you a sedative," he said, rising
abruptly. "You need to sleep. You never will, in this condition."
He left her there and went to get his medical kit He was back almost at once. He
opened the bag and drew out a small vial of liquid and a prepackaged hypodermic
syringe. This would alleviate her fear of being alone tonight and give him time to
get his rampaging hormones under control.
She watched him fill the syringe effortlessly. It was a reminder that he'd
studied medicine.
"Have you ever thought of going back to finish your residency?" she asked him.
He shook his head. "Too tame." He smiled in her general direction as he finished
filling the syringe. "I don't think I could live without adrenaline rushes."
"Doctors have those, too," she pointed out, watching him extend her arm and tap a
vein in the curve of her elbow. "You're going to put it in there?" she asked
worriedly.
"It's quicker. You won't get addicted to this," he added, because she looked
apprehensive. "Close your eyes. I'll try not to hurt you."
She did close her eyes, but she felt the tiny prick of the needle and winced. But
it was over quickly and he was dabbing her arm with alcohol on a cotton ball.
"It won't knock you out completely," he said when he'd replaced everything in the
kit. "But it will relax you."
She blinked. She felt very relaxed. She peered up at him with wide, soft eyes. "I
wish you liked me," she said.
His eyebrows levered up. "I do."
"Not really. You don't want me around. I'm not pretty like her."
"Her?"
"Lisse." She sighed and stretched lazily, one leg rising so that the gown fell
away from her pretty leg, leaving it bare. "She's really beautiful, and she has
nice, big breasts. Mine are just tiny, and I'm so ordinary. Gosh, I'd love to have
long blond hair and big breasts."
He glanced at the bag and back at her. "This stuff works on you like truth serum,
doesn't it?" he murmured huskily.
She sat up with a misty smile and shrugged the gown off, so that it fell to her
waist. Her breasts had hard little tips that aroused him the instant he saw them.
"See?" she asked. "They look like acorns. Hers look like cantaloupes."
He couldn't help himself. He stared at her breasts helplessly, while his body
began to swell with an
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urgency that made him shiver. He was vulnerable tonight.
"Yours are beautiful," he said softly, his eyes helplessly tracing them.
"No, they're not. You don't even like feeling them against you. You went all
stiff and pushed me away, out on the patio. It's been like that since... Micah,
what are you...doing?" she gasped as his hungry mouth abruptly settled right on top
of a hard nipple and began to suckle it. "Oh...glory!" she cried out, arching
toward him with a lack of restraint that was even more arousing. Her nails bit into
his scalp through his thick hair, coaxing him even closer. "I like that. I...really
like that!" she whispered frantically. "I like it, I like it, I...!"
"I should be shot for this," he uttered as he suckled her. "But I want you. Oh,
God, I want you so!" His teeth opened and nipped her helplessly.
She drew back suddenly, apprehensively as she felt his teeth, her eyes
questioning.
He could barely breathe, and he knew there was no way on earth he was going to be
able to stop. It was already too late. Danger was an aphrodisiac, "You don't like
my teeth on you," he whispered. "All right. It's all right. We'll try this."
His fingers traced around her pert breast gently and he bent to take her mouth
tenderly under his lips. She had no willpower. She opened her lips for him and
clung as he eased her down onto the cool sheets.
"Don't let me do this, Callie," he ground out in a last grab at sanity, even as
he shed his boxer shorts. "Tell me to stop!"
"I couldn't, not if it meant my life," she murmured, her body on fire for him.
Her mind wasn't
even working. She held on for dear life and pulled his mouth down harder on hers.
She was shivering with pleasure. "I want you to do it," she whispered brazenly. "I
want to feel you naked in my arms. I want to make love...!"
"Callie. Sweet baby!" he whispered hoarsely as he felt her hands searching down
his flat belly to the source of his anguish. She touched him and he was lost,
totally lost. He pressed her hard into the mattress while his mouth devoured hers.
It was too late to pull back, too late to reason with her. She was drugged and
uninhibited, and her hands were touching him in a way that pushed him right over
the edge.
Callie lifted against him, aware of his nudity and the delight of touching him
where she'd never have dreamed of touching him if she hadn't been drugged. But
she'd always wanted to touch him like that, and it felt wonderful. Her body moved
restlessly with little darts of pleasure as he began to discover her, too.
She enjoyed the feel of his body, the touch of his hands. Her skin felt very hot,
and when she realized that the gown and her underwear were gone, it didn't matter,
because she felt much more comfortable. Then he started touching her in a way she'd
never been touched. She gasped. Her body tensed, but she moved toward his hand,
burying her face in his neck as the delicious sensations made her pulse with
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