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right in his arms. Her heart was pounding in a hard, fast rhythm that made her feel breathless and weak.
Yet at the same time she was filled with an awesome sense of power. Standing on tiptoe, she slanted her mouth over his and used her tongue to torment him, probing his mouth with swift, gentle thrusts.
“Oh God, Lindy.” He kissed her then, firmly, leaving her in no doubt that he was the one in control, not she.
Without Lindy being sure how he’d managed it, Rush had her T-shirt off and her bra unfastened and discarded. The next thing Lindy knew, they were both on the sofa, she in a reclining position, Rush above her. He kissed her face, her forehead, her eyes and lips, again and again, until she lost count. Then his mouth worked its way down the delicate line of her jaw to her neck. She sucked in a wobbly breath when his moist, hot lips found one of her nipples and drew it into his mouth for his tongue to torment. When he’d finished with it he moved to the other nipple, licking it until it ached and throbbed, taut and firm.
He kissed her lips repeatedly, and waves of erotic sensation lapped over her like water pounding relentlessly against the shore.
Lindy was throbbing everywhere. Her mouth, her tongue, her breasts, her belly and the area between her thighs. Her fingers wove their way through his hair.
“Rush.” She whispered his name in a tormented whisper. “I love you so much.”
He stilled, and after a torturous moment he raised his head. Poised as he was above her, his eyes feasted on her, studying her for what seemed an eternity. Then he shook himself as though coming out of a mindless fog. “You don’t mean that. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I know exactly what I’m saying.” She held his head with her hands and said it again. “I love you.” She punctuated each word with a swift kiss on his lips.
Rush’s brow folded into a dark, brooding frown. “You can’t possibly mean that. Lindy, for God’s sake, you barely know me!”
“I know everything I need to.” She smiled up at him, not willing to listen to any more of his arguments.
As though he wasn’t sure how to respond, Rush slowly disentangled their limbs one by one, the whole time looking as if he didn’t have a clue how they’d ended up that way. When he’d finished, he sat on the edge of the sofa and wiped a hand back and forth over his face.
“Lindy, listen.”
“No. I’m not going to because you’re going to argue with me, and I won’t let you.” She sat upright, their thighs so close they touched.
“It’s only natural….”
Lindy slid off the sofa and pressed one knee to the floor so she could look him in the eye, but his gaze stubbornly refused to meet hers.
“I know exactly what you’re going to say.”
His face was tight with what looked like embarrassment as he reached for her T-shirt and handed it to her. Lindy smiled and slipped it over her head.
“I love you,” she repeated, feeling more sure of herself every time she said it.
“Lindy….”
“I’m not too young to know my own mind.” When his gaze shot to her, she knew she’d stumbled over one of his objections. “I’m twenty-two years old, for heaven’s sake. I’m not a child.”
He opened his mouth to argue with her, but she pressed her finger over his lips to silence him. “Now this is the biggie. You’re worried about what happened with Paul and you think all this emotion I feel for you has to do with him. I can understand your concern, and in the beginning you might have been right. But not now. I was mulling this over the other night. Thinking about how low I was when I moved to Seattle and how I was convinced nothing good would ever happen to me again. Then I met you, and, Rush…” she stopped, biting into her bottom lip as the emotion filled her eyes.
“There’s no need….”
“Yes, there is.” Her hands cupped his face, her gaze delving into his, showing him all the love that came shining through from her heart. “When I think about everything that led me to move to Seattle I haven’t a single regret. Not one. All the pain, all the disillusionment was worth it. In fact, I’ll always be grateful to Paul because it was through him that I found you.”
“Lindy, stop. Don’t say any more.”
“But I have to. Don’t you see?”
Rush closed his eyes and pressed his cheek next to her tear-stained one. His breathing was as labored as her own, but otherwise he didn’t move.
“It took what happened with Paul for me to find you, appreciate you, understand you. I love you so much…. I can’t keep it inside anymore.”
“Oh, Lord, don’t say that.”
Once more, she pressed her finger over his lips. “I don’t want anything from you. Nothing. You didn’t ask for this, and I’ve probably embarrassed the hell out of you by blurting it out. I apologize, but Rush—my noble, honorable Rush—I do love you.”
She stood then, her legs a little shaky. “Having gotten that off my chest, I’m going to leave you.”
“Lindy?” His gruff voice stopped her.
“Yes?”
He had the look of a man who’d been pulled apart on a torture rack. He rubbed a hand down over his face and then shook his head. “Nothing.”
* * *
The following morning Lindy woke to hear Rush rummaging around the kitchen, albeit quietly, no doubt hoping to escape without having to confront her. She climbed out of bed and greeted him with a warm smile.
“’Morning.”
He grumbled something in return.
“Did you sleep well?”
He gave her a look that told her he hadn’t. “I’ve got watch today.”
“Yes, I know.”
“It’s Saturday. How come you aren’t sleeping in?”
She dropped her eyes. “I wanted to be sure of something.”
“What?”
“That you believe what I told you last night.”
His gaze found hers and Lindy could tell he was struggling within himself. The stern look he wore so often in the morning softened somewhat, but when he spoke his voice remained gruff. “Listen, I’m not much of a conversationalist at this time of day, and now probably isn’t the best place to discuss this.” He paused as though to compose his thoughts, sighed and then continued. “I want you to know, I’m truly flattered that you think you love me.”
“But—”
“But,” he cut in, “you can’t trust what you’re feeling right now. So let’s leave it at that. Okay?”
“Leave it?” she flared. “Rush, no….”
“I’ll be your friend, Lindy, but that’s all I ever intend to be.”
“My friend?”
“And that’s it, so don’t argue.” He downed the last of his coffee and set the cup in the sink with as much force as if he intended to shove it down the drain. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay. If that’s the way you want it.”
“I do.”
“Then I’d be honored to have you for a friend, Rush Callaghan.”
He paused, his back to her. “No more kissing, Lindy. I mean that.”
“No kissing,” she echoed.
“We’re going to live as brother and