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didn’t like the sound of that. “I don’t need your pity,” she told him forcefully, trying to sit up but he simply held her close again, kissing the top of her head.
“This has nothing to do with pity. I can’t explain it though. But I need to help you.”
She wiggled in his arms, not sure what he was saying. And at this point, she was too exhausted to try to figure anything out. “This is my personal mission, Tamar.”
“You want to find your brother. I have more resources than you do and I can get this task done more quickly.”
She wanted to laugh at his arrogance. “You don’t even know if you can find him,” she replied back. Her eyes were fluttering, the wave of emotions draining her.
“You’re going to have to trust me on this,” he told her, not missing the irony of his command.
She laughed, but she was already more than halfway asleep.
When he knew she was fully asleep, he lifted her up and undressed her carefully, laying her in the bed and pulling the covers over her. He would be back, but he had things to do before he could hold her.
An hour later, he was back and she’d barely stirred. He stripped off his own clothes and got into bed beside her, pulling her against him. It took him a long time to finally get to sleep, but in the end, she was just too soft and warm. Her heat lulled him to sleep and he held her close to him throughout the night.
Chapter 7
Wyndi looked around, feeling completely relaxed for the first time in a long time. She shifted her head on the pillows and noticed Tamar sleeping next to her. She couldn’t believe that she’d finally told him everything last night. Maybe now he would let her get back to New York so she could renew her search. Would he let her keep her laptop? She wasn’t sure how long it would take her to purchase a new one if he confiscated the other. She smiled at the idea that he might keep it just so she couldn’t use her code to get in and out of companies’ databases. She would let him continue to think she wouldn’t be able to recreate it. It might take her a couple of days, but she remembered the way she’d developed the program before. It wouldn’t take her nearly as long this time around.
“You’re awake,” he grumbled beside her.
Wyndi’s eyes snapped up to his, feeling his body react.
“You’re going to let me go now, right?” she asked, worried that he might not believe her in the morning light.
He shifted against her, pulling her underneath him. “I’m afraid I don’t think I can ever let you go,” he said a moment before he captured her lips with his. He’d been tormenting her sexually for a week now, but as he touched her and made her crazy this time, it was different. The chemistry was still there, more powerful actually. But there was an intensity that hadn’t been there before. She was breathless, crazed and desperate by the time he finally slid into her heat. And she welcomed him, needing him more than she ever had in the past. When she finally found her release, she didn’t realize that her hands were gripping his arms as if she were afraid he might disappear.
She didn’t realize what she was doing, but Tamar did. And he felt the same way. It was as if he needed to brand her with his touch, to show her with his caresses what he couldn’t quite figure out with words. And when it was all over and they were laying in each other’s arms trying to catch their breath, he suddenly knew what he had to do. Convincing her might be an issue, but he knew that his plan was essential to both of their futures.
“Come with me,” he said and took her hand, pulling her into the shower. They quickly soaped and rinsed, Tamar washing her hair simply because he liked running his fingers through her curly blond locks. She pulled on an elegant pair of black slacks and a sunny, lemon yellow sweater with short, puffy sleeves that should have made her skin look sallow, but instead, it imbued her complexion with a warmth that she wasn’t used to.
“This way,” he said and pulled her down the long hallway.
Wyndi had no idea what he was doing or where they were going, but he