When Victor saw Asher leave he saw his opportunity. The last time they had a chance to grab her, that bodyguard had shown up and ruined it for them. The man seemed to always be with her so this was an opportunity he couldn't miss.
He wasn't going to wait for Jane. That would just take precious time. Who knew when Mr bodyguard was going to be back. He was sure that he could handle Kimberly alone, she was just a lady who didn't know anything about protecting herself. So immediately he saw Asher leave, he got out and went straight for Kimberly's apartment.
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Kimberly had made herself a tuna salad for dinner, but she'd finally put most of the salad into the refrigerator. If it were those days at College, she would have called one of her girlfriends and gone out to dinner and maybe a movie since Phoebe couldn't come over because she had to work.
But she
She was left clutching the phone in the darkness. Lord, how far away was he? How long would it take him to get here? She wondered.There was another noise from the front of the house, this time the sound of the patio door opening. With her pulse pounding in her throat, she jumped out of bed ran to the bedroom door and locked it. But how much good would that do her? The person could break down the door and she would be left at his or her mercy. She prayed for Asher to show up.She was about to call the police when she heard footsteps coming down the hall. Heavy footsteps. A man's footsteps. Then someone tried to turn the knob on the bedroom door and, after discovering it was locked, started kicking the door. Kimberly almost screamed.She was dressed only in the long T-shirt she'd worn to bed. She opened her back door and ran to the balcony. She had no where to go. She couldn't possibly jump down be
She made a small needy sound as she drank in the heady taste of the man who held her so firmly in his arms. She clung to him while he angled his head, first one way and then the other, as though he were greedy to experience her every way he could—and greedy to take the kiss to levels she'd never thought possible in mouth-to-mouth contact.But it wasn't enough. Not for her. And apparently not for him, either. She felt one of his large hands slide down to her hips and slip under the hem of her T-shirt to pull her lower body in against his erection, as though he were desperate to satisfy his craving for intimate contact with her.The other hand flattened against her back, pressing her breasts against his chest. She had never lost her head with a man—always been cautious in her relationships... But she did with Asher.. Totally lost every thought when she was with him. She had never been as hot and needy as she was now. Really, she had been hot and needy
"Pack some clothes." he said"Everything?" Kimberly asked."No not everything. Just enough for a few days." he replied. "I can send someone here if you need more stuff or we can just get you new ones""And what about my job?" she asked. "I just got back. Am I just going to abandon it again?""Yes." he replied. "You life is more important right now. We can call your dad and Phoebe tomorrow and tell them everything. I'm sure your dad can handle your office for now""Where are we going?" Kimberly asked."Back to the safe house" he said. "But for tonight, we will stay at a hotel"He looked at his watch. Kimberly stared at him. She didn't want to be locked in a hotel room with Asher Adams. The idea seemed much too intimate. But what he was saying made sense. They couldn't stay here. Asher left the room to give her some privacy.
She'd sentenced herself to lying here for the rest of the night, hot and needy and obsessing about whether she was the only one suffering. But some time during the next hour, she drifted off to sleep. And some time later, a low, choking sound woke her again.Alarmed by the sound of distress, Kimberly pressed her back against the mattress, trying to figure out where she was and why.It was dark, with only a narrow shaft of light coming in between the curtains, and it took a moment for her fogged brain to remember that she was in a hotel room bed—and why there was a man lying next to her.His body jerked, and she shifted toward him. "Asher?" she called softly.He didn't answer. He appeared to be asleep. But his head moved from side to side on the pillow, and she knew that he was in the grip of a nightmare. She knew because she'd been there."It's all right. Asher, wake up." she said.
In the darkness of the hotel bedroom, Kimberly's role had seemed clear. In the morning she wasn't quite so certain of where she stood with Asher—or where she wanted to stand.She was pretending to be asleep when she felt the mattress shift. Through slitted eyes, she saw him stand beside the bed, then walk rapidly to the bathroom. Through the closed door, she heard him getting dressed. Then he vacated the bathroom and exited the room—she assumed to give her some privacy while she got up.She wanted to tell him that they should just act normally. But she was too unsettled to know what normal was. So she focused on the simple task of getting dressed.She had just emerged from the bathroom when he came back into the room and closed the door, so she knew he must have been waiting right outside."Hi," she said. "Good morning"He shifted his weight from one foot to the
Asher chuckled and looked down at his feet, not sure of what to say. When his eyes met hers again, she wasn't sure of what she saw in them.... Regret maybe?"I'm sorry" Asher said. "I admit I was a real jerk... I judged you too fast...I don't know why" he breathed deeply before he continued. "Plus I wasn't ready for the attraction I felt towards you. I felt like I had to fight it.""What?" Kimberly said, almost not believing what he had just said.He shrugged. "I didn't have a liking problem with you, I think I just liked you way too much... And I know I shouldn't have" Asher said. He faced her then. "I'm so sorry about the way I acted"Kimberly didn't know what to say, what to think. She took a step towards him. "You can't like me" she said. "I mean... Maybe you don't hate me or think I'm useless, but like? Not possible"He shoved his hands in his pockets
She had to gather her courage to say, "But you do want me"His expression turned wry. "I'm breathing, aren't I?" he asked.Whew. Okay, then. Now they were making progress. "Then react a little" she said. She grabbed him by his upper arms and tried to shake him. Of course he didn't move."I don't want to hurt you" he said. "I don't want you to regret any —"She reached up and covered his mouth with her fingers. "I don't have any regrets" she said. "I want this. I want you. Just for a few minutes, I want to forget everything that is happening"She felt the battle of wills within him. Would the man win or the warrior? She waited until the tension in the room made it difficult to breathe. Finally, she decided it was going to be a long, lonely day.She stepped away from him. "All right. I get the message" she said softly. "Thanks for all your help"He nodded, he wanted t
"Asher? Where are you? There's somebody in the house," she said, hearing the quaver in her voice."It's me." he said."But—what are you doing?" she asked clearly confused."Sitting on the living room sofa," he answered, the simple sentence sounding provocative.She stared down the hall, still unable to see him. "If you're in the living room, why are you calling me?" she asked."Ermmm, sometimes people can communicate better on the phone than they can in person." he said.She felt the air whoosh out of her lungs."Are we having trouble communicating?" she asked. She asked."Well, there are things I want to say to you. That I wish I had said to you. But I find my tongue getting all twisted up," he said.She'd had similar feelings. "You do?" she whispered."