Authors: Thea Devine
Night Moves (22 page)
Carrie turned, almost in slow motion, and she saw him walking purposefully toward her, dark, daring, dangerous.
There.
There.
Her breath caught. He had come for her. Come for
her
. It was the most breathtaking moment of her life. Her knees went weak, her heart started pounding wildly.
her
. It was the most breathtaking moment of her life. Her knees went weak, her heart started pounding wildly.
He had come far her at the very moment she needed to see him more than anything else in her life.
Hadn't she lived on the very memory of him? Hadn't she ached for him? Regretted every moment she'd spent away from him?
Been stupid and stubborn and wrongheaded about everythingâincluding him?
Did it have to take three months away to make her understand all of that? And just what her feelings were for him?
She watched as he stalked toward her. He looked like an outlaw, as if he was coming to rescue his woman, and would never let her go.
Exactly what she wanted.
But he had always known exactly what she wanted...
He came toe to toe with her and she stood there, riveted by the sight of him and the obdurate expression on his face.
“We're going home.”
This was not a moment to say
please, yes
, or
thank you.
Or to tell him she'd signed off on the project and out of the companyâforever.
please, yes
, or
thank you.
Or to tell him she'd signed off on the project and out of the companyâforever.
She just stood there, not saying a word, and he couldn't think of anything else to do but haul her up tightly against him and crush his mouth against hers.
“God almighty, tell me how I waited this long to kiss you again,” he muttered against her lips, “because I sure the hell don't know.”
“I don't either,” she whispered, but he swallowed her words in his devouring kiss.
How had she lived all this time without that kiss?
She was vaguely aware that everyone was staring, and she didn't care.
The elevator dinged, the arrow pointing down, toward the moment of truth.
Truck wrenched his mouth from hers, and picked her up over his shoulder and marched inside.
“Are you crazy?” Carrie demanded as the doors closed to the sound of a faint spattering of applause.
He eased her down. “You're damn right I am. God, I am out of my mind for you.” He cupped her face, and his mouth came down on hers, hard, hot, hungry. “I couldn't stand it anymore. GodâCarrie...”
“Me neither,” she murmured, feeling him shudder as she reached for him, ran her hands all over his face. “It was a stupid idea.”
“Which? Your coming, or your going?”
He knew everything. “Going,” she whispered. “I missed you, I did. I was counting the days, the minutes until I could get out of there. Don't stop. Truck, just don't stop...”
“I haven't stopped,” he growled, his voice raspy. But he wanted to stop everything else, and just savor this moment.
He wanted to stop time.
The stop button was right by his hand. He pressed it firmly and the elevator jolted to a standstill.
Bells rang somewhere. Horns wailed.
He nudged his leg between hers. “How fast, how far?”
“How about across the street?” she whispered, nipping at his lips, touching him everywhere she could reach. “I don't have to be out of my hotel room till noon...”
“Only if you promise never to leave again.” He backed her against the elevator wall, his body covering hers as tenaciously as if they were already in bed, as if he would keep her next to him forever.
Here was the heart and soul of his need for her, all the
heat, lust and desire, and she was ready, finally, for the ultimate surrender. She needed him too, and more than that, she wanted everything that he wanted, and everything he'd ever dreamed.
heat, lust and desire, and she was ready, finally, for the ultimate surrender. She needed him too, and more than that, she wanted everything that he wanted, and everything he'd ever dreamed.
Carrie had no reservations now, she understood finally that there were never any guarantees, and the future would take care of itself.
And she meant to tell him that too. No more running. No more fighting her feelings. She was coming home for real, for good.
“Forget the hotel room,” she whispered, melting against his strength and the rock-hard reality of him pressing against her.
“That could be arranged,” he murmured, slanting his mouth over hers in an urgent stoking kiss that made them both writhe with its heat and its promise.
“What
did you say you're wearing under that skirt?”
“What
did you say you're wearing under that skirt?”
“I'll let you find out...” She lost herself again in his grinding possessive kiss. She couldn't get enough of him; she was starved for him. She felt him nudging her, spreading her, smoothing his hand up her thigh, and she moved to ease his way.
A minute more and she would be connected to him for a lifetime.
They never heard the crackling of the speaker until a voice barked, “You okay up there?”
Truck groaned as he pulled a bare inch away from her lips. “Do we have to talk to him?”
“They'll send someone after us.”
“We'll still have time to...”
“No, we have to tell him.” Someone had to tell him, but Carrie wasn't sure she was in any shape to tell anyone anything. “We're okay,” she called back, her voice quivering, her body quaking.
They couldn't get out of there soon enough, she thought fuzzily. Making love in the hotel room first. And the rest of their lives to follow.
It sounded like a plan to her.
The elevator began to move. She looked at Truck, who was looking a little dazed too. “
Are we
okay?”
Are we
okay?”
He pulled her tightly against him.
“Actually,” he murmured, “actually, I think we're in love.”
ISBN : 978-1-4592-5772-6
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NIGHT MOVES
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