Free Storm Front (Reunited Hearts) by Rachel Curtis Page A

when she felt
him tongue her intimately.
    He
laughed huskily, the vibrations making her shiver. “Theology? That’s a deep
topic. Maybe it could wait for a more fortuitous time.”
    Humor
vied briefly with lust, but lust easily won out. “Yeah,” Allison breathed,
wriggling her hips in her impatience to feel his mouth again.
    She
bucked up against his face when he began to once more pleasure her.
    Her
job wouldn’t matter anyway. After tomorrow, she probably would never see him
again.
    She
might as well enjoy this while she could.
    So
Allison clutched at his head and let him bring her to climax with his mouth, and
then they found other ways to effectively fill the rest of the afternoon.

Chapter Six
     
    When Allison woke up
the following morning, she had a heavy feeling in her gut. Even before she was
fully awake, she knew something wasn’t quite right.
    She
recognized what prompted the feeling as she started to orient herself. She’d
been sleeping on her back with the weight of something draped across her
middle. Michael was still asleep beside her, his arm slung over her belly. She
was comfortable, and their unconscious positions felt natural, almost intimate.
    She
liked the weight of his arm on her as he slept.
    And
that was when she realized what was wrong.
    Assuming
they could get through the back roads to the interstate, she and Michael would
go their separate ways today. Obviously, this interlude had been intended by
both of them to be simply a one-night-stand that happened to last two days. She
couldn’t even consider a relationship with Michael. She wasn’t about to give
her heart to someone as guarded and wary as he was, and he’d never be
interested in a long-term relationship with her anyway.
    He’d
made that more than clear seven years ago, when she’d given him her virginity.
    She’d
given him more than that.
    And
he simply hadn’t wanted it.
    Allison
adjusted her position on the bed and tried to pull up the covers, feeling
emotionally uncomfortable and moving around in an attempt to distract herself. Michael
started to shift immediately, evidently awakened by her restless motion.
    He
turned his head in her direction and blinked a few times. “Good morning,” he
said, his voice husky with sleep and something that sounded like fondness.
    “Hi.”
She smiled at him, determined to act natural around him and not reveal her
anxiety or the clench of loss in her gut. “I figured you’d always wake up at
the crack of dawn, ready to jump into work.”
    The
corner of his mouth turned up as he rolled to his side, sliding his arm off her
middle. “Nothing for me to do here at dawn, and you worked me pretty hard last
night.”
    Allison
felt her cheeks warm, partly from the erotic nature of the memories and partly
from self-consciousness over how enthusiastic a sex partner she’d been. But she
wasn’t about to admit her slight embarrassment. “I’m not easily pleased, and
I'm never satisfied with second-best.”
    Michael
chuckled. “Evidently.” He leaned over to press a soft kiss on her mouth. “I
never would have believed being stranded in an isolated house could be so
intensely enjoyable.”
    His
words sounded like closure, like a friendly gesture pointing toward an
impending parting. Ignoring the twisting of her belly, Allison replied, “Same
here. Despite everything, I had a good time.”
    She
had. Part of her didn’t want it to end, but she wasn’t a child or a fool. They
both would have to return to their lives today, and nothing about their lives
would work naturally or easily together—even if other things hadn’t been
standing in their way.
    She
groaned softly as she stretched, feeling the muscles in her thighs and abdomen
ache a little from her exertions last night. When she heard some tapping on the
hardwood floor, she turned to look down beside the bed.
    The
dog had been sleeping next to the fireplace, where it had spent most of the
evening. But now it walked over and put its