Page 152 of The Woman Left Behind

“Lill?” Harry called, and the dogs raced out of the room.

As for me, my heart started racing for two reasons.

First, it was too late to turn back now.

Second, that was the first time he called me Lill. I loved it when he shortened my name to Lilly, but now I was wondering if I didn’t love Lill more.

“He’s home,” I whispered to Sherise.

“Bye,” Sherise said, then immediately hung up.

God!

“Lilly?” Harry called again, but from closer.

I twisted to put my phone on the nightstand.

I’d just twisted back when I saw Harry, still as a statue, standing in the door, his eyes glued to me.

Dang, he was handsome in his uniform.

“Uh…hey,” I greeted.

For a second, he remained frozen.

Then, right in the door, he bent and pulled off his boots and socks.

He took a step in unbuttoning his cuffs.

Another step, he unbuttoned his shirt at the collar, put his hands behind his neck and pulled it off, badge and pens in the chest pocket and all.

One more step, he was beside the bed and off went his T-shirt.

Instantly, I became sopping wet (full disclosure, that started happening the second I saw him in the doorway).

Now it was me who was frozen with Handsome Harry Moran standing shirtless in my bedroom, his magnificent chest on display.

We stared at each other (okay, we did that after I made the superhuman effort to tear my eyes off his chest).

Then he lunged.

His long, heavy, hard body covered mine, and he kissed me.

I knew immediately this was different.

This wasn’t hunger. This wasn’t carnal.

This was voracious. It was unbridled.

His kiss was consuming. There wasn’t room to think. Only to feel.

And damn, was I feeling things.

So many things.

Including his hands moving up my sides, his callouses catching on the chiffon and lace of my nightie, something so masculine, so Harry, just that made me quiver.

He suddenly gripped it, broke the kiss, and my arms were up, my hair was flying, as he pulled it off and tossed it aside.

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