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Then he eased under the covers.

It happened fast. It happened without reason. She could never explain why a woman who loathed and distrusted her kidnapper could desire him so deeply in that moment. And she did. His tongue traced her slit and it parted the folds, as his hands pushed back against her thighs. When the tip of his tongue found and enticed her clit into his mouth, he sucked. Kassidy gripped the sheets and her ass lifted off the mattress. He sucked, licked, and nibbled her into bliss. Her ass bounced on the mattress as she thrust her pelvis against his face, and his tongue pierced her below with undeniable warmth and strength.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried until the final climax crushed the air from her lungs and the sheets ripped from the edges of the bed. He eased up her body, dragging his tongue over her skin. He stopped only twice to lick her navel and then her nipples.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked.

“Yes, Tarek! Yes, please! Pleeeeeeeaaaaasseeeeee!”

“Please what?”

Kassidy’s eyes flashed open. She looked over to her left and no one was in bed with her. She sat upright. Tarek was in a chair by the fire. He stared at her in the dark. She drew the sheet up over her sexually awakened body. She didn’t know what was going on. Caught up in the climactic bliss, she was still wet and quivering below. She could feel moisture pool between her thighs as her heart raced.

Tarek leaned forward. Only part of his face was revealed by the fireplace. His dark eyes were assessing as always. “Please what, Kassidy?”

“Nothing, I am, I’m fine,” she said.

“You were begging in your sleep,” he said. “Begging me for what?”

“I was? What did I say?”

“You said my name,” he replied.

She was mortified.

“I’m kidding. All I heard was ‘please’. I think you said yes to someone.” He settled back into his chair.

Kassidy reclined back into the stack of pillows. She put her hands to her eyes. It must have been the tequila. It had to be the tequila. She wasn’t that controlled by sexual desire and never with Tarek Marshall. Never! Right? When she lowered her hands she looked over to Tarek. He continued to stare at her. She settled back into a restless sleep. The dream felt so real. And when her defenses were down, and she slipped away again, she could allow herself one confession. She was secretly disappointed that it wasn’t.

38.

Tarek woke. He could never sleep with light in his bedroom. The fireplace he tolerated, but now there was sunlight slipping inside. And the fucking chair hurt his neck and back. He glanced over to his companion. Kassidy slept on her side. He pushed up to his feet, and worked the kink out of his spine before he approached his window. He drew back the curtain expecting to see the world he knew. Tarek couldn’t believe his eyes.

There had to be at least four feet of snow outside. It reached the front step of his home. Everything was covered with it. And the clouds were still a dark smoky grey, which meant the brief reprieve wouldn’t spare them for long. The worst part was being cut off from communication. His father had to know where he was. Someone would come and soon.

“How bad is it?” A soft voice spoke behind him.

He glanced over to Kassidy who sat upright in bed.

“It’s the same,” he said.

“And the electricity, is it still out?” she asked.

“It’s out,” he told her.

She put her face in her hands and rested her elbows on her knees. “What are we going to do? Another day here… I can’t. I need this to end.”

“Yeah,” Tarek sighed. “Me too. I need this to end.”

Silence settled between them for a long moment while Tarek racked his brain for ideas. “Hey, tell you what we will do. Get dressed. Wait.” He went to his closet. He found a pair of jeans and a few flannel shirts. He also pulled out one of his ski jackets. He tossed them to the foot of the bed. She lifted her face from her hands and looked at the clothes. “Put these on. We’ll take a walk outside. See what we’re dealing with.”

It was the best he could offer. He had no real plan. The isolation had him worried too. Soon they’d have to do something. He pulled on a pair of jeans and plucked a shirt to put on, and left the room. While she dressed, he checked the fireplaces downstairs. All were ablaze. Still the central heating was missed. It was so cold in many of the rooms that he could see his breath when he exhaled.

“Tarek?” he heard his name.

Kassidy came down the stairs and joined him. He was surprised at how adorable she looked swallowed by his clothes. The short pixie haircut of hers had left her hair flat and wavy to her round head. And her face without makeup took at least two to three years off her. She looked like a teenager, not the sorceress that haunted his nights for the past several months. The pants she wore were rolled up to her ankles with a belt tied around her waist to keep them tightened. His shirts covered her hands, as did the sleeves to his jacket. And she wore his socks too.

“Everything okay down here?” she asked.

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