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Direct Strike. Lorelei Buckley
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isbn 9781616503673
Автор произведения Lorelei Buckley
Издательство Ingram
“Oh my God,” she whispered. She knocked a chair over, expecting him to follow her lead and lay her on the table.
His warm mouth devoured her lips and neck, but his body stalled.
She rubbed his brick-like bulge and her clit twitched. He growled, tickling her tonsils with the tip of his tongue. Zoey inhaled his sweet breath and alluring vapors.
Suddenly, he pulled his face from hers and distanced his body.
“What?” she asked. “Don’t stop.” She tugged his shirt toward the table, but he wouldn’t budge.
“Zoey, wait. Wait a minute,” he said with glazed eyes. He bent his knees slightly to match her height and cradled her jaw in his rugged hands.
She grasped his wrists.
“Hold on. Wait.”
“What, Mitch? You said you missed me.”
“I do, I do. But I have to call Sterling and tell her it’s over.”
A bucket of ice water would have been more humane. She backed away and covered her exposed body. “What? Why? Why would you do that?”
Mitch squinted. “Us, here, now.”
“There is no us. We were going to screw, Mitch, doesn’t mean anything.”
Mitch’s upper lip thinned. “You’re a piece of work.” He clutched a wad of his own hair and let go. “I cannot describe to you how fucked up I think this is.”
“People have sex. It’s what they do.”
“Cut the horseshit. You know damn well how I feel about you, and how strongly I oppose deceit. You’d let me compromise my principles so you can get laid?”
“You started this, Mitch. You came on to me.”
“I was testing the waters to see if we still had something.”
“We do. It’s called chemistry. We’ve always set the sheets on fire.”
“And today I got burned.”
She pointed to her injured shoulder. “No, this is a burn.” She flung her arms outward. “You got rejected. And not really. I wanted sex. So you rejected me. It’s time for you to leave.”
He stormed through the living room and yanked open the door. “If you need me, Sterling and I will be staying in Telluride for the next week—and don’t worry, this thing between you and me, this torch I’ve carried, it’s snuffed.”
SLAM!
“Whatever, Mitch. I don’t need you or your dick!”
Overrun by cottonmouth, Zoey took a drink of tea. She set her cup down, inhaled and exhaled and sauntered to the sofa facing the entrance. “Your loss.” Horny and high, she plopped on the cushion. Her head hit the pillow. She didn’t remember falling asleep, yet when she opened her eyes, moonlight shone through the window.
Ayúdeme.
“What?” She scanned the empty rooms and motionless shadows.
Help me.
Zoey panicked. She plugged her ears and rushed upstairs to the bedroom, uncapped her meds and popped a few pills. “I dreamed something I don’t remember. Another dream echo.”
Help me.
Distant but close, it didn’t make sense. Her pulse raced fast and strong, karate chops inside her neck. “It’s only a dream,” she told herself and set her hand on her pounding chest. “Too many pills and not enough sleep.”
Help me, lady.
The voice was in the walls, ceilings, and floors.
Dear God, send me aid. You are it, lady.
“I’m not crazy!” She ripped off her robe and put on jeans and a black T-shirt. She stuck her feet in shoes and in the process bumped her shoulder. It pulsed with her heart.
Indistinct whispers infested her brain and she couldn’t shake them.
“Shhh….”
She ran downstairs and grabbed her keys and purse. “I’m not losing my mind.”
You must help.
“It’s the drugs. Has to be.” Zoey ran past the table and out the door leading to the garage.
Beasts attacked her legs. She kicked and blinked and wrestled with deer heads.
Do or die.
Zoey jumped in her BMW. She started the engine and hit the remote for the garage door, clutched the steering wheel and blasted the radio.
Do or die.
Above, below, within, she couldn’t tell where the nonexistent voice came from.
Do or die.
Zoey wiped a tear. Her tires spit gravel, and headlights whitewashed the reddish snaky road as she sped to Anywhere Far Away.
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