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mind already. He could hazard a guess as to what was on her mind, but the few times they had brushed
each other, and even when she had held his arm as they walked the pleasant distance to Gavreel s
lodging, her mind had been so tightly locked against his he felt surprised it didn t hurt her or cause a
migraine.
He watched the door swish silently open, and led them both inside the small area. The entire lodging
consisted of a main living area, tiny cooking unit with sink and cupboard space, a miniscule cleansing
chamber and a bedroom.
Due to the tiny area of the place, Gavreel needed to keep it fairly neat and tidy, yet even so, there were
a few bits and pieces of evidence he had been here recently. Rylan walked slowly around the room, his
hand trailed over a few scattered volumes. Empty mugs stood on the table, waiting to be placed in the
cleaner.
 Do you think he s been here? Ruthie asked from near the door. Rylan nodded and turned to face her.
 Oh yeah, I don t know how long ago, but he has certainly been here.
He watched as some of the tension eased out of her shoulders and she moved a few files from one of the
two soft chairs and onto the floor. She sat down gracefully, kicking off her shoes at the same time. She
crossed her legs underneath her and started to stretch her arms above her head. Rylan simply stood
where he was, watching her, entranced. Ruthie stretched one arm, and then the other. Not knowing the
effect she had on him, she then pressed her hands into the back of her neck and rolled her head around,
moaning softly as she released the kinks there.
 I would kill for a shower, she said, looking around the room with lazy green eyes.
 I would kill to join you, he said huskily. She looked at him and he refused to block or censor his
thoughts. He paced over to her, gently dropped a hand onto her shoulder. The small contact helped
convey his thoughts to her. He fantasized about the two of them in the small cleansing unit, the steam and
heated water surrounding them. He would kiss her neck, string nibbling kisses along the line of her throat,
and down to her round breasts. He would nuzzle there, suck one erect little nipple into his mouth
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 Stop, she whispered, breaking the contact by standing up. Rylan looked at her, knowing his eyes
burned a heated, molten brown.
 I can t pretend to not want you, can t pretend I am not thinking about it, fantasizing about it with every
breath I take. Rylan stared deeply into her eyes, willing her to understand him, to accept him.
Almost as if she could read his mind, she opened her arms wide to him and cried out softly.
She kissed him fiercely, and he felt the heat rise up inside him, threaten to consume him fully. She pulled
her lips away and rolled her head back, arched her neck for him just as he had imagined her doing.
 I don t understand what you do to me, she panted hotly, firing his blood even more.  The need I feel
for you is like a fire in my veins, it doesn t stop. I can hardly breathe without thinking of your lips on my
skin.
Rylan wished she would continue, explain the yearning she felt, so damned similar to what he had raging
inside him, yet she stopped herself and started removing his wrinkled skinsuit.
 Take us to the shower, she panted, the heady desire thick in her tone making him groan as his shaft
became painfully erect once again.
 We re going to take this time slow, he said, half reminding himself, half promise to her.
 Whatever, I just need you right now, and to hell with everything else.
Happy to comply utterly with her demands, he slowly walked her backward through the door into the
bedroom. He paused them both, quickly stripping her of her skinsuit and chuckling at her fumbling hands
as she did the same for him.
When they were both naked, his cock rigid with his arousal, and her nipples begging for attention, he
placed his palm on the panel again, and led them directly though into the cleansing cubicle. The room was
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