Two Sides to Every Story (Love Spectrum Romance) by Dyanne Davis Read Free Book Online Page A

then, deep and hard, loving the feel of her, her nails digging into his flesh. He loved the sounds she made, the smell of her and for the moment he enjoyed knowing he’d found the other half of his soul.
    He thrust into her hard and fast, feeling the slickness, feeling the heat, feeling hard. He grew even more as he rode her, his flesh harder than he could ever remember. As he filled her, the sheer tightness of her body inflamed him, and he growled loudly.
    The sound was primal, as much so as that of a male bear finally finding his mate. He knew, his body, soul and heart knew. He couldn’t get enough of her. Half of him never wanted the moment to end. The other half wanted it to end so he could begin again at the beginning.
    When they came it was amidst a thunderous roar of sounds and lights. They were clinging to each other forever, it seemed. He never wanted it to end, never wanted to let go of her, to look into her eyes and see the fire replaced by the ice.
    He held her tightly, murmuring to her, “ Usted es el .” He repeated “you’re the one” in Spanish again, not wanting to feel vulnerable, not wanting her to know what he’d said without meaning to.
    For the remainder of the night they made love in every conceivable fashion and when they were at last spent and sated, they slept in each other’s arms. The words they’d uttered had been murmured in the throes of passions, words that could be forgiven, forgotten.
    Raphael fell asleep knowing that the woman in his arms had to know that to destroy him she’d not needed the department, just the possibility that Raphael would find love. He didn’t need that. He needed to remain apart. Damn. This woman had forever ended that. She had completed him and made him whole. Without a doubt he knew she was indeed his soul mate. There was only one problem with that: He wasn’t in love with her and she sure as hell wasn’t in love with him.

Chapter 5
    Golden sunshine poured through the slates of the blinds and was barely filtered by the curtains that covered them. Raphael blinked in confusion, his senses alert, his body deliciously achy. He felt silk brush his arm and slid his glance over to the right.
    Angela was cradled there, her hair caressing him. He looked down on her face in disbelief. Never in his life had he expected or even dared hope for the pleasure he’d received last night. He’d made love to an angel and he’d found the other half of his soul.
    His mind screamed out, “This is just sex, just sex.” But the pads of his fingers trailed the outline of her body, imprinting it for a lifetime. And he knew the words his mind yelled out were a lie.
    He looked around the room trying his best to move as little as possible. He didn’t want to wake her up. He glanced at the clock, grateful that this was his day off, or he’d have missed roll call. It was after eight.
    He took in the contents of her bedroom, all feminine articles, nothing masculine. He smiled, then curved his body around hers and breathed in her scent. The smell of their loving clung to her but still he smelled her uniqueness. The scent teased him. He wanted to make love to her again but was unsure what her reaction would be when she awoke.
    Raphael thought of a strong cup of coffee. That was what he needed, that and a shower. He moved away from the warmth of her body and eased from the bed. Leaning down, he kissed her eyelids. Again he smiled as he made his way to the shower.
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    Angela held her breath, not knowing how she had not moved. She’d felt his heat moving away from her body and had awakened instantly. She’d felt the butterfly kisses and held her breath, listening to the sounds he was making.
    Only when she heard the noise of running water did she dare turn around. She held the pillow with the indention of his head to her chest. What had she done? A cop. A Chicago cop. And not just any Chicago cop, but one that worked at the very station she hated most. God, what a mess.
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