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before he brought
me the tray of food.
                Any worries he
might have had about my eating habits I quickly dispelled, scarfing down the
soup and several hunks of bread in what felt like a single bite, feeling a bit
like a Dickensian orphan.
                “What's going
to happen when I leave? It's only for a few weeks – but you need to promise me
you'll take care of yourself when I'm gone.”
                Only a few
weeks. Another pang in my heart. Another few weeks for Danny to wrap up
Blues Enterprises' UK affairs so that he could relocate permanently to LA. So
that we would finally be together, full time. In a house, not a hotel suite.
                He shook his
head. “It's my fault for upsetting you,” he said. “I never should have told you
about that new group RRR signed.”
                “No, it's
fine,” I said. “I wanted to know. It was important. I want to know what you're
stepmother's been up to. Other than making our life miserable, of course. And
the blacking out – that was just a freak thing. Nothing to do with the Dusk
Riders. So please, don't blame yourself.”
                “How can I
not?” Danny kissed me then, a slow, searing kiss that lingered on my lips and
made them tremble. “I just want to take care of you, Neve. After all I've done
– after all the trouble I and my family have caused you – I don't deserve you.
But I want to deserve you, Neve. I want to take back all the hurt I've caused
you. And give you pleasure – so much pleasure – instead.” He kissed me and
kissed me, over and over again, his need ever stronger as he awakened my entire
body to his touch. It was always like this. I tried to hold back, to keep
things slow, to keep my heart safe in his embrace. But he made it impossible.
At the first touch of his lips, of his tongue, I was his, utterly and
completely. My resolve melted away, and I wanted nothing more than to be naked,
warm and ecstatic, in his arms.
                We kissed for
what seemed like hours, our tongues exploring one another's mouths, one
another's bodies, our hands exploring beneath our clothes, so painfully slowly
that our bodies were twin balls of fire, twin stars, burning with our need. At
last we gave in, both of us, to the desire that consumed us, stripping off our
clothes, making love once again as we always did, slowly and all-consumingly. I
had never been happier, I felt. Nothing made me feel the way he did.
                “God, I missed
you,” Danny said, when at last we lay naked and sweaty in one another's arms.
“It's not the same in London, without you.”
                It's not the
same here, either. It had been so hard without him – so agonizing. Missing
his touch, his taste, his smell. Wondering if somewhere in London, some girl –
prettier than I was, more talented, with a more tantalizing laugh – had caught
his eye...
                “I miss you
too, Danny,” I let myself whisper. “You have no idea how much. But I do. It's
been a tough few weeks...”
                “But I'm here
now,” Danny said. “I'm here – and good things are just around the corner. I've
got a good feeling about us, Neve.”
    “I do
too,” I said.
                “Right, that's
settled then,” Danny laughed softly as he began to nibble on my ear. “In that
case, let's get this show started...”

 
    Chapter 2
               
     
    T he pleasure lasted for what seemed like hours. Every touch of
his hand, every brush of his lips, every path traced by his tongue in its
lithe, light route across my body: my stomach, my hips, my breast – awakened in
me new and more all-consuming desires. My blood grew hot – my veins felt like
warm honey was coursing through them – and I could feel my cheeks flush and my
lips grow dark and swollen with my need.
                You fool,
Neve, I whispered to