Free The Tempting Mrs. Reilly by Maureen Child

have this. Give her this.
    His fingers deftly moved beneath her panties to touch her warm, damp flesh.
    At his first touch, she arched her back, moving into him, sighing his name. Again and again, he stroked her, at first slowly, teasingly and as she crested closer and closer to her climax, he quickened his rhythm and watched her expressive face as the first tremors of delight shook through her.
    Her eyes widened, she bit down hard on her bottom lip and lifted her hips into his hand, his touch, claiming him as much as he claimed her. When she cried out his name, he groaned again and held her while she reached her peak and then fell to earth.
    â€œBrian?” she asked a moment later, lifting both arms to encircle his neck.
    She looked more beautiful than he remembered. Her brown eyes were warm and rich and filled now with a lazy satisfaction that was already giving way to new needs. Needs he wouldn’t—couldn’t—fulfill. Brian grabbed her wrists and shook his head.
    â€œWhat?” she asked, wariness creeping into her expression.
    â€œI’ve gotta go,” he said and gently lifted her off his lap and pushed himself to his feet. Pain radiated through him and Brian realized he hadn’t been that frustrated since he was a kid. A cold shower probably wasn’t going to do it this time. With an ache this big, this deep, he’d need an oceanful of cold water.
    â€œAre you kidding?” she demanded, slipping her arms through the straps of her shirt and rearrangingher clothing as she stood up to face him. “You’re leaving? Now? ”
    â€œEspecially now,” he said tightly.
    His hands itched to hold her again and other parts of his body were even more interested in getting close again. Deliberately, Brian turned his back on her and stalked to the front door.
    â€œWas that just me, Brian?” she demanded and the tone of her voice prodded him to turn around to meet her gaze just as he hit the front door.
    He saw hurt and confusion along with the anger in her eyes and told himself it was his own damn fault. He never should have trusted himself inside this house alone with her.
    â€œWas I alone in there?” she asked, waving one hand behind her toward the living room.
    He wanted to say Yeah, I felt nothing, because that would surely be the easier way. But the whole Coretti polygraph thing had him in its clutches again and Brian discovered he couldn’t lie to her. Not about this.
    â€œNo,” he said, his voice just a ragged hush of sound, “you weren’t alone.”
    â€œThen how can you leave?” she asked. “If you feel anything of what I’m feeling, how can you leave?”
    â€œDon’t you get it, Tina?” he asked, hitting the screen door with the flat of his hand and stepping outonto the porch, “It’s because I’m feeling what I am that I’m leaving.”
    She threw her arms across her chest and held on tight. Glaring at him, she snapped, “That makes no sense at all.”
    His body aching, his mind hurting, his soul emptying, Brian just said, “Yeah, I know.”
    Then he left.
    While he still could.
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    For the next three days, Brian stayed as far away from Tina as humanly possible. He even considered moving onto the air base for the duration of her visit. But he just couldn’t seem to make himself do it. Oh, he didn’t trust himself anywhere near her, but at the same time, he didn’t want to cheat himself out of at least seeing her from a distance.
    Stupid.
    Losing control of the situation had been stupid and Brian couldn’t even remember how he’d lost it. All he could remember was the feel of Tina in his arms again. The soft sigh of her breath. The amazingly responsive woman he’d missed so desperately.
    â€œWhen are you going to admit it?”
    Brian snapped out of his thoughts, which had once again been centered on Tina, and looked at Aidan, across the table from