A/N: sry to bother ya again, but there has been another change, instead of having part 2 named hidden desire, it will be Wounded Dreams. This is because of a major change in the storyline. just ta let y'all know! i hope you enjoy this chapter, please review when you are done reading! thank you so much in advance:)

Chapter 33

Tara wrapped the blankets tighter around her body, pulling them up to her chin. Have they not heard of heating in this place? Her answer – although her question was in fact a rhetorical question – came when the air conditioning came on for the seventh time that night; she had been counting. It gave her something to do, since her mind had decided to wage war against her and chose to keep her up. The entire…extremely…long…night. Tara let out an exasperated breath. Of all the times she should've lost sleep, considering her line of work, it had to be now. The only time she would wake up to see Bobby in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for her and Chloe.

Tara flung the sheets back and threw her legs over the side of the bed. Clad in her cotton, cloud capris pajamas, although she was wearing a snug, white spaghetti strap shirt in the matching shirts stead. While sliding her hands through the arms of her silk bathrobe, Tara slipped her feet into her fuzzy, blue and white slippers and made her way out of the room that was temporarily hers. Tara quietly walked down the hall, past Chloe's room, the door open an inch, past Bobby's closed door.

Tara gripped the railing as she cautious stepped down the wooden staircase and into the hall that led to the other rooms in the cabin. Her hand slid along the threshold as she entered the roomy kitchen. Tara hummed to herself as she prepared a cup of coffee in the machine. She hoisted herself onto the counter as she waited, crossing her legs, balancing herself with her hands against the painted black countertop.

Tara lightly swung her legs until the coffee was ready. She slid to the floor and crossed the kitchen. She opened a cupboard door, expecting that to be the correct place to find a mug. It wasn't. Tara opened the one next to it, finding that it held baking goods. She sighed and opened the next where she discovered spices. Tara sighed and grasped the only handle left on that row.

"What are you doing up?"

The sudden voice made her jump. Tara swung around and clutched her chest, breathing hard. "Bobby! You scared me half to death!"

Bobby crossed the kitchen to where she was standing and soothingly rubbed her arms, "Sorry, sheila. So…"

"So, what…"

"What are you doing up? You should be getting some sleep."

"Mmm. Yeah, I know, but it was too darn cold. I swear these people have never heard of a heating system."

Tara's mini outburst caused a smirk to form on Bobby's lips.

"Hey," Tara frowned, "don't laugh at me! I'm cold! When I'm cold I get grouchy, it's not my fault," she pouted, "God made me that way."

Bobby curled his arms around Tara's body; he rested his chin on the crown of her head. Even though he was still grinning Bobby apologized, "Sorry, Tare. It's just one of those things I love about you."

"And what would that be?"

"You're even cuter when you're grumpy," he tried not to laugh out loud, even though inside he was bursting with hilarity.

Tara tried to pull back but Bobby held her tighter so she rested her cheek against his chest. "My coffee's gonna get cold if you don't let go of me."

"Mm-hmm." He made no move to release her.

"In other and more blunt words; can you let go of me so I can have my coffee?"

"Hmm…" Bobby pretended to think about it, "I'm not sure if I should."

"And what possible reason could you come up with that led you to that conclusion?"

"I think my hands are glued together behind your back." Bobby replied casually.

Tara tilted her head back to look into Bobby's smiling eyes, "Bobby."

He sighed exasperatedly, "Fine," he lightly kissed her lips before allowing Tara to resume her search for the coffee mugs, "Luv ya."

"I love you, too. Even if you are a little protective sometimes," Tara smirked as she slipped her hands around Bobby's neck. She lightly pressed her lips against his as Bobby slid his fingertips up and down her spine. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss. Tara's pulse sped up like a rocket plane, beating hard against her wrist.

Bobby moved his lips from hers. He brushed her jaw with his mouth, Tara breathed in a harsh breath. Her grip involuntarily tightened on the back of his neck, she forced herself to loosen the hold she had as she ran her hands through Bobby's hair. Tara's head fell back when Bobby lowered his mouth even more, grinding his teeth against her neck.

"Bobby…" Tara moaned in utter pleasure.

"Hmm?" Bobby managed, his lips never leaving the security of Tara's burning skin.

"My coffee…"

Bobby's fingers glided over Tara's body, caressing her collarbone that was set ablaze with desire. He lightly placed kisses along the gracefully angled bone. "What about it?" He muttered.

"It's gonna get cold…" Tara tried to breathe; unfortunately, the only air that was reaching her lungs was in short gasps.

"And…" Bobby's hand slid beneath her bathrobe. The knot untied and it became a heap on the floor, surrounding Tara's feet. He gently kissed her shoulders as he felt Tara's hands lowering, then her nails digging into his back.

No matter how cold Tara had been before, it now felt as though she was radiating heat from the inside out, melting under Bobby's dexterous touch, his lips grazing closer and closer to her chest, his fingertips sending bursts of adrenaline through her veins as they soared across her stomach, around her hips.

As much as Bobby hated it, he knew that if he didn't stop then they would end up doing something they would both regret. He grudgingly forced himself to remove his mouth from Tara's blushing skin, and tear his hands away from her. They gasped for air, Bobby leaned his forehead against her shoulder, "I suppose I'll have to let you drink your coffee now."

Tara gently massaged Bobby's neck. "Right…coffee."