Renee Simons Special Edition (72 page)

"I know you have questions, but I need to sleep. Can you stay a little longer?"

She nodded. He crawled inside one of the sleeping bags and closed his eyes. She pulled the other close to his and lay on her side. She watched the rise and fall of his chest, traced the long black lashes that cast shadows on the skin beneath his eyes and with a butterfly touch, ran a finger along his strong jaw line. It will be hell to leave him behind, she thought.

Sometime during the night she woke to find him watching her. "Are you all right?" she asked. "Do you need anything?"

"You," he answered hoarsely. She came into his arms and settled against him with a sigh. "You feel so good," he murmured against her hair. "I missed you like crazy."

"What about everything that's happened? You must have questions. I have questions. We need to figure out what happens next. We need to talk."

"Later."

"What about what I did? The trouble I caused you?"

He turned her onto her back and looked down at her. "You restored my honor. You brought me love. You kept me from putting a bullet through my brain."

"But. . . ."

He lowered his mouth to hers and smothered her next words. "Later," he murmured against her lips.

Much later, Zan lay beneath him, holding him tightly inside her. "Michael," she said softly.

"What?" he asked, watching her face.

"Nothing," she replied with a dreamy smile. "Just 'Michael'."

"Say it again," he whispered against her mouth.

"Michael." The word was sweet on her lips.

He thrust more deeply into her. She received him and his name was a sigh. He set up a gentle rhythm and his name became a groan of passion. When they seemed to have climbed as high as they could to share a moment of shattering intensity, when their hearts beat as if about to stop and heated blood threatened to explode, when needing and wanting and loving became one, his name was a whispered breath that he took into himself, knowing he would never again be cold or empty or alone.

Finally, they lay in each other's arms, tired and replete.

"I love you," Stormwalker said.

"I love you," she whispered against his lips.

"I know," he said with a smile.

"You knew before I did."

"I knew, Red." He kissed the corner of her mouth. "I knew from the beginning."

~The End~

About The Author

Renee Simons has been many different things in her life: A wife, a working mother,
 
an amateur auto mechanic, vet to a mixed-breed shepherd and a rescue mutt of questionable parentage and an unpaid, unlicensed home decorator, as well as an often unsuccessful cook. (Ask her marketing director son and medical examiner daughter about her spaghetti pie - Ugh). She enjoys painting, photography, swimming, music and travel.
 
She began her first romance novel (Still Unfinished) While In
 
college and has been reading and writing ever since.
 
Recalling her earliest ambitions to be a painter, she now spends her time painting pictures with words.
 
"'Tis the best of both worlds," She says.
 
"Life Is Good."
 

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