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Jack has to kill a man to get them away from the bad guys. With his ankle twisted and rain pelting down, he can’t travel far, and he finds a cave where they can hole up for the night—after he chases away the mountain lion inside.
Although they’re wet and exhausted, they can’t build a fire and need to get into Morgan’s sleeping bag to keep warm.
One of my favorite scenes follows. I love creating situations where the characters are forced into physical intimacy and seeing how they react to each other. You may be surprised that at the end of this scene, they get into a conversation about their backgrounds.
“We both need to get into the sleeping bag,” he said.
He expected her to protest, but apparently she understood the practicalities of the situation. And perhaps she had stopped being revolted that he’d murdered a man in cold blood. He didn’t discuss that with her. He simply unzipped the side of the bag so that she could slip inside.
“Move over, so you’ve got the closed edge.”
Again she did as he asked, and he slipped in after her, pulling the top ground cloth over the bag as an extra covering. He thought about turning so that his back was to her front. But that would expose his chest to the cold. Instead, he took her in his arms.
He was bone weary and in pain, from everything he’d endured. Which should have made him numb, but he couldn’t stop his body from reacting.
As he pulled her against the length of his body, he tried not to think about her tempting breasts, her narrow waist, and the curve of her thigh. The position was much too intimate, with Morgan at his front and cool air at his back where the zipper of the sleeping bag was open.
She said nothing, even though she couldn’t fail to be aware of his erection rising between them.
He didn’t apologize.
“We’ve both had a rough day. We should try to get some sleep,” he murmured.
She answered with an unsteady laugh. “Is that what you call it? A rough day.”
Without his conscious thought, his hands skimmed over the silky skin of her back. Maybe he was comforting her. Or comforting himself. He didn’t want to examine his motives too closely. It felt good to hold on to her. Perhaps to hold on to anyone after all the months when he’d denied himself solace.
© Rebecca York, 2013
When Professor Morgan Rains goes out to investigate a strange sound coming from her backyard, the last thing she expects to see is a naked man covered with burns and bruises. Jack Brandt is a former Navy SEAL on an undercover mission, and he’s barely managed to escape from a terrorist militia’s torture. Jack and Morgan are thrown into a pressure cooker of danger and intrigue, and they soon find themselves falling in love. When Morgan is captured by the terrorists, Jack must rescue the woman whose life now means more to him than his own.
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