My Heart's Desire (58 page)

What she held was a picture frame. She looked up at Jarret and saw that he was watching her, waiting for her reaction.

"This is a photograph of me," she said softly, wonderingly. "It was on the mantel in my bedroom in New York. When did you..."

"Stole it, I'm afraid." He stood just behind her and looked down over her shoulder. "That photograph's been a companion of mine for quite a while. I took it before I left New York—the first time."

Startled, Rennie glanced up at him. "You carried this around all those months before I came to Echo Falls?"

"I never thought I was going to see you again." He slipped his arms around her waist and drew her back against him.

She twisted in his arms and tucked the picture frame back into his breast pocket. Her eyes were luminous. "I know you love me," she said softly, "but I've never known until now how very long it's been."

"Almost since the first," he said, touching his forehead to hers. "And that's nothing compared to forever."

Standing in the circle of his arms, one of her hands over the picture, the picture over his heart, Rennie decided forever might, just might, be long enough.

The End

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Maggie's green eyes flashed with anguish.
"What is it you want from me?"

Something snapped in Connor. He closed the distance between them. His hands snaked around her waist, and he pulled her up against him. Caught off balance, her body fell flush to his. His fingers bit into her waist as he secured her against his chest and thighs. Her head snapped back, and he cradled it with his palm.

"I want you to remember,"
he said. Then his mouth covered hers.

Connor's lips moved over Maggie's, his tongue probing the line of her lips, pressing for an opening against her teeth. Her small gasp gave him the entry he sought.

Maggie's arms hung loosely at her sides. They rose slowly and her hands touched Connor's shoulders first, lightly, not pushing him away and not pulling him closer. Gradually they looped around his back. Her fingers closed over the soft leather of his vest and held on. His mouth was warm and firm and the movement of his tongue was causing her heart to slam. Her breasts swelled against his chest. She rubbed herself against him, and a ribbon of heat curled between her thighs.

Connor's mouth was insistent, hungry. It moved over her greedily. He felt her body stir, respond, then blatantly match his own need. He backed up to the desk, leaned on it, and pulled Maggie intimately between his open thighs. She fit against him the way he remembered, her arms around his neck, her breasts curved against his chest, her thighs supporting his.

Connor's hands cupped her buttocks, pressing her closer so that she was ground against the fly of his jeans. Her mouth absorbed the sound of his groan. He tugged on one of her arms and found her hand, folding it in his. He brought it along the side of his chest, rested it against his hip, and then moved it between their bodies, over his swollen groin. He held it there, letting her feel his need as he turned them both and began backing Maggie over the desk.

Maggie tore her mouth away and pushed at Connor's chest. He backed away immediately, his breath coming hard, his feral glance harder as he fought for control of his body. Maggie slumped forward, her head in her hands. She stared at the floor. The intricate pattern of the Oriental rug shifted and blurred in front of her eyes.

It wasn't fear of pregnancy that had brought her to her senses. It was the realization that she was letting Connor Holiday take her on her father's massive desk. It seemed somehow shameful that she had been willing to let him and shame is what gave her the strength to push him away.

She looked down at herself and saw that Connor had unfastened most of the buttons on her bodice. Her breasts rose and fell with each of her ragged breaths. Maggie closed the buttons with fingers that trembled.

Connor watched her. Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth swollen. She refused to look at him. He didn't think she remembered what had happened on the occasion of their first meeting, but she couldn't have any doubts about what he wanted from her. "It won't happen again," he muttered, his voice harsh with the frustration of denial. "It shouldn't have happened this time."

He slipped out of the car and went looking for the whiskey drummer.

Maggie leaned on the edge of the desk and cried.

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