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by the hips and drew her to rest against him, she smiled and slid her arms around his neck.

"Actually, I like actions, comedies, and horrors in equal measure," she murmured as he nuzzled her ear.

"What about porns?"

A startled laugh slid from Drina's lips, and she pulled back to peer at him. "I'm afraid I've never seen one. They just seemed uninteresting when I hadn't bothered with sex in so long."

"I've never seen one either," he admi ed with a grin, and then his voice deepened as he added, "Except for the ones that have been playing through my head since the day you arrived in Port Henry."

"Really?" Drina asked with interest, leaning her upper body farther away, which inadvertently pressed her hips more tightly against his. "And what happens in those porns that play through your head?"

"Oh, many things, but mostly I lick, nibble, and kiss my way from your toes to the top of your head, and then turn you over and do it again," he growled, and then lowered his head to kiss her. Drina opened to him at once, her body pressing eagerly forward in response to his words. They'd sparked a heat in her that was never far from the surface anyway, and she found the image he'd created filling her mind as she ran her hands over his chest, and then down to find the growing hardness between them. Harper growled into her mouth and pressed her back against the window, his own hands moving over her body through her clothes before se ling on her breasts and squeezing almost painfully, evidence of his own excitement.

"I love your body," he mu ered, tearing his mouth from hers to explore her neck and ear, as he let one hand skate down between her legs. "You should be naked all the time."

Drina laughed breathlessly and removed her hand from his erec on to catch his hand as she reminded him. "Windows everywhere and Stephanie returning."

Harper groaned by her ear, but stilled and sagged against her.

"Besides," Drina added on a sigh, "you're just stoking a fire we can't do a damned thing about since I'll be rooming with Stephanie again tonight."

"Damn," he breathed with frustration.

"On the bright side," she added with forced cheer, "if you were to go to bed the same me as Stephanie and me, you and I might finally get to experience those shared dreams everyone talks about life mates having."

Harper pulled back suddenly to peer down at her with surprise. "How come we haven't had those yet?"

Drina smiled wryly. "Well, I'd guess because the first night I went to bed you probably didn't hit the hay ll near dawn, just before Stephanie and I woke up. And then we were together in Toronto and didn't sleep much at all other than brief faints." She paused and raised her eyebrows, before saying, "And I don't know about you, but I didn't sleep much at all last night." She frowned then, realizing that she didn't know how long she'd been out a er the accident. Twenty-four or even forty-eight hours may have passed since then, she realized, and said, "I mean, the night we got back from Toronto."

"Neither did I," Harper admi ed, and then smiled. "Shared dreams. Mmmm. That could be very interes ng. I can put you back in those sexy thigh-high boots of yours and nothing else, or maybe team them up with a maid's apron."

"A maid's apron?" she asked with disbelief.

"Mmmm." His smile turned into a leer. "A very ny French maid's apron that covers barely anything, and you can be bent over dus ng something with your beau ful tush poking up, and I can come up behind you and ravish you like some wicked lord of the manor."

Drina laughed, albeit a bit breathlessly, and shook her head. "You're an old pervert."

"Yes," Harper acknowledged without apology. "Sad but true. However, in my defense, I didn't used to be until you arrived on the scene. So it must be some naughty vibe I'm getting off you."

"Oh now, don't blame me," she said on a laugh. "You probably had just as perverted ideas in your shared dreams with Jenny."

Harper blinked, and Drina bit her lip as she realized what she'd said. Bringing up the ghost probably wasn't the best thing to do, she thought on a sigh, but rather than coming over all guilt-ridden, Harper frowned, and admitted, "I never had shared dreams with Jenny."

Drina relaxed, relieved that he wasn't turning morose on