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been going wild by then! His entire body shuddered, and then he heaved up off the couch, careless of
Evie, who yelped as she got dumped on the floor.
"I can't," he snarled, leaning forward to grab Evie's upper arms and bodily pull her to stand
before him, as he hissed angrily, "I've been injured. I'm impotent." She gasped as he rudely dropped her
to the floor again, and then he grabbed his sweat pants from the floor beside the couch. "I'm going for a
walk, Evie. Put your clothes back on and go to bed," he uttered caustically.
"But, Beckett," Evie exclaimed, finally having found her voice. However it was too late because
Beckett was already gone.
Evie grabbed Beckett's sweatshirt and clutched it to her chest as she slumped onto the couch in
stunned disbelief. Impotent? Beckett was too-too male to be impotent! Wasn't he? "Oh you're being
stupid," she exclaimed. He'd said injured. Anyone could be impotent if they'd been injured. Suddenly
she felt alarmed, as though she wanted to claw over every inch of Beckett's body and see how bad they
had hurt him. Nameless they's that had wrought physical, and what must be painful injuries on
Beckett's body. And, his mind.
She remembered now seeing him limp once or twice, yet she'd never thought to ask. And she
remembered clearly when he'd held her strangled in that death hold during his waking nightmare. "Oh
God," she sighed with a painfully tight throat. "What did they do to you, Beckett?"
It hurt. She hurt so badly for Beckett that tears scalded her eyes as she slowly pushed herself up
off the couch and pulled the sweatshirt on. Impotent! She was numb, maybe heartbroken, definitely
confused as she wandered back to Beckett's bedroom. She laid on the bed awhile with Beckett's
lingering scent around her, wondering if he could feel anything. "Of course he can, you ninny," she
chide herself.
Injury did not mean that his feelings had been taken away. She'd never been made love to by a
man the way Beckett had taken her tonight. It was not that she had a lot of experience either, except in
her imagination. But she knew that what happened tonight was special. Very rare and very special. It
was more than the lovemaking, it was the passion and the trust that simmered between them. There was
no other man that she could have been as abandoned with. There was no other man that got her as
crazy, as angry, or as furious either.
A small laugh escaped her then. Oh yes, and she certainly made Beckett angry enough too.
People said passion and anger were strongly intertwined and, oh God, Beckett was passionate. He'd
wrung so many feelings out of her with his fingers and his mouth. The thought of never having him
touch her again nearly made her cry. She couldn't let that happen. Somehow she couldn't ever let that
happen.
Chapter Eleven
When Evie woke in the morning she realized that she'd slept longer than she'd intended to. After
a quick shower she ended up putting on some of the clothes that she'd bought at La Bell's. So she came
into the kitchen wearing the red sweater, blue jeans with their stylish baggy waistline, and bare feet to
find Beckett working on the lock on the back door. She assumed he was fixing it because it had been
broken in the break in.
"Good morning, Beckett," she said brightly stopping a few paces from him to peer down at what
he was doing.
"Evangeline," he muttered, glancing up at her, and then back down to the lock.
Evangeline? So formal, Evie thought. So that was how he was going to play it? All cool and
formal as though nothing had happened. She had wondered what he would do. Well, she just was not
going to let him get away with this! So before Beckett knew what she was about, she swooped right
down into the middle of his work winding her arms around his neck and she started kissing him!
Oh mm, even surprised Beckett kissed like heaven. His lips were parted in surprise so she took
advantage and dipped her tongue into his warm mouth. Wow! She basically tackled him so he had no
choice but to put his arms around her waist as the back of his shoulders hit the door frame. He might
have been intending to set her away from him when he dropped the screwdriver and clasped her bare
waist in the space between her sweater and baggy topped jeans. Only instead his tongue got engaged
with hers!
When she finally came up for air, it took a lot of determination through her breathless aroused
passion to be the one to speak first. "Oh hh, sugar man, I've never felt like you made me feel last night
when you made love to me." Her voice was husky and all but purring as she clung to Beckett.
The look on Beckett's face was nearly comical it was so complex and changing. He was [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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