Haley's Cabin

doing the courtship part. But I

felt a connection to you. The dream brought you to me, and I’m not going

to give you up. Not for anything.”

“Jesus. You sure know how to make a man beg.” Then he lifted her to a sitting position and skimmed off

her shirt. He flung it to the floor and murmured, “I’ve got two days to make up for. I’ve been in hell

waiting for you.”

“Your fault,” she managed to get out between pants as she let him touch and play with her nipples. He

pulled her down toward his face so he could suck on one turgid peak, but just as his tongue darted out,

stroking her heated skin, she pushed away from him, gaining a frown from him in return.

“What now?”

“How did you know where I lived? I’m not in the phone book.”

He shrugged. “Brad told me.” He started to pull her down again, his mouth fairly begging for a taste of

her, but she held firm.

“What?” Jeremy growled. He knew he sounded harsh, but if he didn’t get inside her tight little body

soon, he’d die.

“Dr. French told you where I lived? He can’t do that.” She frowned. “Can he?”

“Ah, don’t blame him, honey. I was prepared to toss him in lock-up overnight.” Then he thought of Lisa

and Mara and said, “Plus, he had a few other things on his mind at the time.”

Her eyes went wide with shock. “You were not going to arrest him.”

“I was. No one was going to keep me from you. No one.” His voice went low and raspy as he

admitted, “I need you. Like I need the air to breathe. I swear, my heart can’t pump without you, my soul

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can’t exist without you. For two days I’ve nearly died wanting you.”

She stared at him in astonishment and Jeremy had a sudden need to plead his case. “I want to lie with

you for the rest of my life. Wake up next to you in the morning and tease you when you’d rather sleep.

Rub your back when you feel achy after a long day at work. I want to come home to you every night,

sweet baby, and know you’re mine. All mine.”

Haley started to interrupt him, but he wasn’t quite through yet. He wanted to put all his cards on the

table and if she accepted him afterward, then he’d be the luckiest son-of-a-bitch alive.

“Truthfully, I don’t have much to offer you. Hell, I wouldn’t blame you for kicking my lame ass out the