carried her to her bed. Curling against his chest, his hands buried in her hair as his arms surrounded her, sleep overtook her. Warm, sheltered, free of the teasingly erotic dreams that used to haunt her, she slept in her warrior's arms.
Reno stared into the darkness of the bedroom, Raven's warmth tucked close to his heart as he sheltered her against his chest. She slept naturally, easily. Not that he expected the battle to be over by any means.
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A sleepy smile quirked his lips. He'd better rest tonight, because he had a feeling that come morning, she would be just as prickly as ever. Not that he intended to let it do her any good. He was a part of her, whether she wanted to admit it or not. Just as she was a part of him.
And being a part of Raven was like being reborn. Never had he known anything as sweet, as hot, as soul-fulfilling as being her lover.
He had warned her, the night Morganna had interrupted them, that her days were numbered. He wasn't waiting any longer to claim what he had known for years was his.
She shifted against his side, a murmur of pleasure leaving her throat as his hands rubbed lightly down her back, and she settled against him once again.
"I love you, Raven." He whispered the words he knew she didn't want to hear. Gave them to her while she slept, knowing that, for now, it was the only way she would accept it.
"Reno…" His name as it left her lips filled him with pleasure. Even sleeping, she knew where she belonged.
Chapter Four
She had slept with Reno Chavez.
She hadn't just slept with him, she had been taken by him. Held by him. Fucked senseless, to be honest, she snapped silently.
Raven leaned on the kitchen counter the next morning, her head cradled in her arms as she waited for the coffee to finish, for the rich fragrance teasing her senses to become an elixir that would hopefully clear her head. Bring her sanity back. It would be really nice if it could turn back time.
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She moaned pitifully.
She couldn't even claim she'd been drunk; she hadn't so much as touched a beer while at Morganna's.
She had been stone-cold sober until Reno kissed her. Until his hands stroked her body, bringing her nerve endings to life and a ravenous hunger clawing at her womb.
She pressed her thighs together at the memory, hating the feel of her loose shorts rasping against her flesh. She wanted Reno's hands. Even the loose shirt was uncomfortable on her sensitive body. She could strip it off. She could undress, go to him… She gritted her teeth in mental refusal.
She was not going to think about it. She was not going to relive each and every slow slide of his cock inside her vagina, stroking the pulsing nerves there, stretching her, filling her, making her burn…
Her fists clenched as she rolled her forehead against her arm.
She couldn't have made a bigger mistake if she had actually put effort into coming up with one. Sleeping with Reno was tantamount to jumping from a plane without a parachute. It wasn't just risky; it was suicide to her emotional well-being.
He had been hard-headed as a boy, bossy as a young man, and now he was so firmly dominant, it was enough to make her teeth clench. What happened to the nice young man who put Band-Aids on her knees and bought her ice pops from the corner store? Why did he have to become the big tough SEAL
who insisted on a career that risked his life every time he went to work?
"Dumb. Dumb. Dumb," she muttered as she lifted her head, staring at the slow stream of black liquid that ran into the carafe.
"When are you going to break down and buy a real coffee-maker?"
She stiffened at Reno's amused voice, refusing to turn and face him, to stare at that incredibly sexy body.
The same one that had risen over her last night, pushing between her thighs as he filled her with the hard,