"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.
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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."
He laughed again. She loved that laugh. It was yummy. Like hot fudge on vanilla ice cream. But she wasn't going to make another mistake and tell him that. A part of her wanted to go slow this time, in case he suddenly decided that what they were doing was wrong.It didn't feel wrong one bit. She hoped he realized that too.He was right. Talking on the phone unleashed her inhibitions in a way she might have found shocking, if she'd had time to be shocked."Are you wearing the T-shirt and shorts you put on this morning?" he asked suddenly."Yes. Why?" she asked."I want to picture you as accurately as I can. You said you were aroused. Are your nipples standing up? If I were there in the bedroom with you, could I see them through your T-shirt?""T-shirt and bra!" She said. She looked down and saw the twin points outlined by the soft fabric. The bra did nothing to hide
He spoke low, urgent words in her ear. "Sweetheart, don't keep anything back from me, I'm greedy. I want everything you're willing to give me.""I…" she started again. "Peach? I don't know. I never thought about it.""Are they very sensitive right now?"She swallowed. "Yes.""So tell me what feels good.""Please, Asher, I can't." Kimberly said."Of course you can." he said."So what would you like me to do to those pretty peach nipples? Circle each of them with one finger? Would that make them harder? Tighter? Needier?"She answered with a little moan."Now that they're harder, do you want me to take them between my thumbs and fingers? Pull on them? Squeeze? How hard should I squeeze?""Some…" she managed to say."Do it for me." he said.
Was he just having some fun with her? It certainly hadn't sounded that way. It had sounded like he'd been totally involved in what they were doing. It sounded like he'd enjoyed himself as much as she had. But she knew that men were perfectly capable of taking advantage of women... Everyone was capable of doing that actually.Could Asher Adams be that kind of guy?She didn't think so. But there was no way to be sure—except by getting to know him better. And he'd just made that a whole lot harder.On the other hand, she knew he was inviting her to come out of the bedroom when the rich aroma of fresh-brewed coffee drifted down the hall and wafted under the door.She dragged in a deep breath. He'd put on a pot of some blend that smelled very, very good. Getting up, she walked stiffly to the bathroom and ran a comb through her hair. Telling herself she couldn't hide forever, she walked slowly down the hall to the k