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the word ‘clean’ because the young shop assistant at the till nodded vigorously. Better he looked at her in a funny way than facing another monster rodent.
    She saw the motel in question, a mile down the road. Night had fallen anyway and she wouldn’t have missed the blinking, flashy red and yellow lights indicating the entrance. From the outside the building looked recent. Indoors it matched her expectations.
    Fresh linen on the bed, immaculate towels, polished furniture—the room even smelt flowery. And once she had switched all the lights on to dispel the darkness— oh goody, the age of miracles isn’t past —no bugs crawling on the nightstand, no beady-eyed rats about to pounce on her.
    The bathroom featured a white, spotless sink, white tiles on the walls, and an oblong-shaped hairdryer. After she had brushed her teeth, Liv felt compelled to check her canines. They looked like they always had, and felt no sharper. Then she stripped before stepping into the shower. Temperature as hot as she could take it, she let invigorating water glide down her body.
    Enjoying this soothing feeling she wondered about her next step. Rogan had been certain he’d find her anywhere. He had told her to stay put and wait for him. As she hadn’t come up with a better plan that was exactly what she’d do. Work worried her, though. She’d call in sick first thing tomorrow morning. Mondays were usually busy at the office, but they’d do fine without her.
    Turning the water off, Liv stepped out of the shower, marvelling at the fact that she hadn’t appreciated the beneficial effects of a good shower in a long time—of simply taking time to take care of herself. One should definitely pay more attention to mundane comforts.
    She dried off before wrapping herself up in a bath towel. Holding the hairdryer like a gun she let warm air blow away the last remnants of her night in that dingy, sordid motel. She experienced a wonderful sensation of cleanliness as if she had got over the weird, incredible events of the past two days. Once fresh and dry, she walked out of the bathroom.
    “I thought you’d never come out of there!”

Chapter Fourteen
     
     
     
    Heart pumping several delicious beats at the reassuring sound of his voice, she ran into his open arms.
    “Rogan!”
    She felt the hard bulge in his jeans when he hugged her tightly. Desire instantly stung her whole body, halting her breathing, pushing her to stare into his golden eyes. She saw the same desire there, saw that he would take her before anything else.
    Amazed at the force of the attraction drawing her to Rogan, Liv rose on tiptoes to kiss him. After all she had been through, the sight of his full lips almost felt too much to bear. She needed his mouth crushing hers. She had to have his tongue caressing and suckling hers.
    But, before she could reach that tantalising mouth, he let go of her and took a step back. Startled, she listened to the harsh rhythm of her own breathing, felt the hungry moistness leaking between her legs.
    Looking at her neckline he pulled hard on the towel, and flung it away. A brief light glittered in his gaze as he watched her naked limbs. Under his intense scrutiny a tinge of heat inflamed her cheeks, only to burn stronger when he touched her breasts.
    He tweaked her nipples and she sighed, his abrupt stroke discharging jolts of pleasure throughout her body. Her pulse quickening at his unexpected brusqueness, she let his name pass her lips.
    “Rogan.”
    He didn’t let her say more. He grabbed her hips, turned her round, and pushed her onto the bed. She landed on all fours, her skin puckered with the same violent desire he had for her.
    No foreplay this time. Not a single moment devoted to tenderness because he was about to take her like an animal. Yes. Oh, dear God, yes . Knees and hands bearing her weight and position, mind ablaze with urgency, she imagined what he must be seeing.
    The length of her back stiff with anticipation, the fullness