Quicksand

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Authors: Iris Johansen
Tags: Suspense, Thrillers
reached for his phone.
    FIVE
    "DO YOU MIND IF I USE YOUR bathroom?" Joe asked Eve after the door had closed behind them. "I need to clean up. You don't want me touching anything in this room. I've been out in the woods all day."
    "Go ahead." Eve watched him as he moved across the bedroom. "But I thought it might be your bathroom too. You're not staying with me?"
    "I've got a room on the next floor." Joe turned on the water faucet. "It will be more convenient."
    Eve stood in the bathroom doorway watching him as he took off his shirt and began to scrub.
    "Convenient for what?"
    "I'll be in and out at all hours of the day and night. I don't want to disturb you."
    "What the hell do you mean? I am disturbed. Every minute of the day and night I'm going to be disturbed until Kistle is caught. Do you expect me to sleep peacefully just because you've decided to barricade yourself in your own room?"
    "I thought it best." He took the towel and began to dry off. "You're upset enough without me—"
    "Bullshit," she said. "Get rid of that towel and talk to me. You've been closing me out since you got on that plane to come here. Disturbed? You're the one who's ready to explode. You can't even look at me."
    "Oh, I can look at you." He threw the towel away. "But I don't want to talk. Tell me what I want to do, Eve."
    His dark hair was tousled and his brown eyes were glittering in his taut face. He was half naked and his shoulders gleamed under the lights. His body was lean and tough and sleek with muscle. She could feel his tenseness, which was like a bolt of electricity. Lord, it was striking at her, stroking her, readying her. "I'm not sure," she said unevenly. "Sex. But do you want to make love to me or do you want to rape me?"
    "When have I ever raped you?"
    "Never. But then I've never seen you in a mood like this."
    "I've never been in a mood like this." He started toward her. "And I may be rough. I don't know if I can help myself. So if you don't want me, tell me now."
    He wasn't touching her, but she could feel the heat move through her. It was a mindless response. They were so far apart emotionally that she should try to ignore it and try to talk to him.
    She didn't want to talk. She wanted to be mindless and only move, feel, be close to him. No matter what else lay between whenever they came together, the sex was always fantastic. He was standing only a few inches away from her. She could feel the warmth of his body flowing, surrounding her. Yet she was still aware of violence held at bay. He looked into her eyes. "Tell me."
    She slowly reached out and touched his bare chest. His skin felt fever-hot to her palm. A shudder went though him. "Eve."
    "I do want you." She took a step closer and laid her cheek on his chest. His heart was pounding hard beneath her ear. "I always want you, Joe. Stop worrying about being rough with me. I can take care of myself."
    "I don't want you to take care of yourself. I want to be there to meet every need. I've never wanted anything else since the day I met you." His hands were hovering over her shoulders, still not touching her. "And when I can't do it, I go crazy."
    She felt an aching deep within her. She couldn't take it. She cleared her throat. "Well, you're driving me crazy now. If you want to address a need, I have one that's very urgent." He was silent a moment. "Yeah, that's a problem I can usually fix, can't I?" His hovering hands fell to cup her shoulders. "Hooray for sex." He pushed her away from him and she could see the bitterness mixed with the desire in his face. "I may not have killed your dragon for you yet, but I can entertain you."
    Dragon? What the hell was he . . .?
    Then she forgot everything as his fingers quickly unbuttoned her shirt and slipped inside to cup her breasts. She arched backward with a low cry.
    "Bed," he said thickly. "Now." He was tearing off her clothes. Backing her toward the bed. "I have to—"
    He was over her on the bed, shedding the rest of his clothes and

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