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Nadine was wiping down her countertops when her partner entered the cottage, a little out of breath. "Hey," she greeted him, without looking up from the chore.
"Hey, yourself, woman!" he returned, wrapping his arms around her waist in a bear hug. He kissed her face, her neck, her hair -- anything and everything within reach.
"Shoot!" Nadine exclaimed with delight, kissing him back. "I've missed you!" Since the evening on Rainey's couch a few weeks ago, he'd made himself so scarce she'd started to fear he was gone completely.
Shooter's warm brown eyes were haunted. "It's so hard to get out," he told her, stroking her hair. "Mort's doin' a pretty good job of taking care of business."
Nadine had suspected as much. After discovering he wasn't really a killer, Rainey had gotten a lot less twitchy. She almost thought he'd been checking her out a time or two, but that could be ego talking.... "Well, there is ONE thing you can take care of," she said with a smile, and kissed him again.
"Miss Nadine," he said solemnly, "I will always do my damnedest to take care of you." Taking her by the hand, he pulled her into the bedroom, where he was by turns tender, ardent and thorough, with Nadine encouraging every moment. Then, without warning, his face contorted in agony, and his whole body went rigid.
Terrified, Nadine was certain he was having a heart attack before her eyes. "I love you so much!" he groaned hoarsely. Then he was still. "Shoot?" Nadine screamed. "Don't you dare die on me!"
He took a deep breath and raised his head, blinking at her. Nadine knew at once what had happened.
"Are you okay?" she asked Mort Rainey.
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"Don't you dare die on me!" Mort thought he heard Nadine's voice say. Die? Not unless dying felt an awful lot like making love.
Rainey lifted his head, blinking. Sure enough, it was Nadine's voice he'd heard, and it felt the way it did for the simple reason that they were. She wasn't screaming or crying or trying to fight him off...she looked at him anxiously. "Are you okay?" Concern was plain on her face as well as in the tone of her question.
"Just a little light-headed for a minute," he heard himself answer easily. (She's okay. Don't panic.)
She placed her hand gently against his cheek. "You scared the hell out of me!" she said, her voice shaking. "I thought you were having a heart attack."
"It's okay...." Mort bent to touch his lips to hers. As first kisses went, it certainly got points for follow-through. She reponded with a willingness that amazed him. (She's not afraid...and neither am I...when did that happen?)
Rainey marveled at how easy it was to hold her in his arms, to kiss her, to move with her. Her grey eyes were half-closed, and her mouth a soft arc as she smiled up at him. How long had he been wanting this, needing this, terrified of this? And here he was, and now it seemed the most natural thing in the world. "Nadine," he whispered. "Sweet Nadine."
"Oh, Rainey -- oh -- that's -- ahhh!"
It had been a long, long time since Rainey had been intimate with a woman, but Nadine's breathy little moans reassured him. His confidence increased. Mort couldn't remember when he'd felt such desire, much less acted on it, but apparently he still had the ability to pleasure a woman.
At last they were both sated, lying in each other's arms. Nadine wore the smug expression of a woman who's just had good loving. Mort Rainey ran his fingers through her golden brown tresses and didn't feel the least bit icky.
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Nadine was wiping down her countertops when her partner entered the cottage, a little out of breath. "Hey," she greeted him, without looking up from the chore.
"Hey, yourself, woman!" he returned, wrapping his arms around her waist in a bear hug. He kissed her face, her neck, her hair -- anything and everything within reach.
"Shoot!" Nadine exclaimed with delight, kissing him back. "I've missed you!" Since the evening on Rainey's couch a few weeks ago, he'd made himself so scarce she'd started to fear he was gone completely.
Shooter's warm brown eyes were haunted. "It's so hard to get out," he told her, stroking her hair. "Mort's doin' a pretty good job of taking care of business."
Nadine had suspected as much. After discovering he wasn't really a killer, Rainey had gotten a lot less twitchy. She almost thought he'd been checking her out a time or two, but that could be ego talking.... "Well, there is ONE thing you can take care of," she said with a smile, and kissed him again.
"Miss Nadine," he said solemnly, "I will always do my damnedest to take care of you." Taking her by the hand, he pulled her into the bedroom, where he was by turns tender, ardent and thorough, with Nadine encouraging every moment. Then, without warning, his face contorted in agony, and his whole body went rigid.
Terrified, Nadine was certain he was having a heart attack before her eyes. "I love you so much!" he groaned hoarsely. Then he was still. "Shoot?" Nadine screamed. "Don't you dare die on me!"
He took a deep breath and raised his head, blinking at her. Nadine knew at once what had happened.
"Are you okay?" she asked Mort Rainey.
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"Don't you dare die on me!" Mort thought he heard Nadine's voice say. Die? Not unless dying felt an awful lot like making love.
Rainey lifted his head, blinking. Sure enough, it was Nadine's voice he'd heard, and it felt the way it did for the simple reason that they were. She wasn't screaming or crying or trying to fight him off...she looked at him anxiously. "Are you okay?" Concern was plain on her face as well as in the tone of her question.
"Just a little light-headed for a minute," he heard himself answer easily. (She's okay. Don't panic.)
She placed her hand gently against his cheek. "You scared the hell out of me!" she said, her voice shaking. "I thought you were having a heart attack."
"It's okay...." Mort bent to touch his lips to hers. As first kisses went, it certainly got points for follow-through. She reponded with a willingness that amazed him. (She's not afraid...and neither am I...when did that happen?)
Rainey marveled at how easy it was to hold her in his arms, to kiss her, to move with her. Her grey eyes were half-closed, and her mouth a soft arc as she smiled up at him. How long had he been wanting this, needing this, terrified of this? And here he was, and now it seemed the most natural thing in the world. "Nadine," he whispered. "Sweet Nadine."
"Oh, Rainey -- oh -- that's -- ahhh!"
It had been a long, long time since Rainey had been intimate with a woman, but Nadine's breathy little moans reassured him. His confidence increased. Mort couldn't remember when he'd felt such desire, much less acted on it, but apparently he still had the ability to pleasure a woman.
At last they were both sated, lying in each other's arms. Nadine wore the smug expression of a woman who's just had good loving. Mort Rainey ran his fingers through her golden brown tresses and didn't feel the least bit icky.
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