I was light-headed, vaguely nauseous, cold even with the leather jacket and a blanket from the back of my Jeep. I suddenly had my own grip on his hair and helped Richard hold him away from my skin by fractions of an inch. I kept that observation to myself. For once I let it ring.
I didn't want any more peeks into his and Clair's love life, but I could guess. I was still in the vest, even though I'd pointed out that nothing we were about to go up against would be shooting at us, and vests were useless for stabbing or tearing. He slid inside me, in one smooth movement that threw my head back and made him yell, Oh, yes! When I looked back at him, his gray eyes had lost focus, his lips were half-parted. Never let people see what really scares you, they may use it against you later.
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