Whitewater Rendezvous

a hunger fl ared up in her that was unrecognizable, an almost animalistic hunger that made her feel more alive, and more driven for one purpose, than she could ever remember.

She pressed hard against Megan then, devouring her mouth, thrusting her tongue into the warmth. Megan’s tongue found hers with equal enthusiasm. And then, oh then…the sounds that came from Megan—a whimper of need, a groan of desire; it was a chorus she recognized because it sang inside her own body.

They kissed and kissed, and kissed, snatching a breath when they needed to, shifting momentarily to nip at each other, until Chaz was so turned on her arousal was almost painful. Much more of this, and she would come right then and there. She broke the kiss and raised up off of Megan a few inches to look at her. Megan’s eyes were heavy-lidded with arousal, and their fevered kisses had left her full lips swollen and fl ushed.

“God, what you do to me,” Megan whispered.

Chaz’s heart hammered so fast she found it hard to breathe. “Megan, I know that I said I don’t do one-night stands, but I want whatever time I can have with you. Even if tonight is it, for us. If…I mean, if you think we can …make love…with your injuries.” She stammered in her nervousness, but she was encouraged by the look in Megan’s eyes.

Make love. The words separated themselves from all the others that Chaz had said. Megan was so incredibly, unbelievably aroused, that her mind was having a hard time hearing words at all. How could her brain function anyway, when all of her blood was between her legs?

But those words cut through her haze of desire.

That’s it. It was the answer to all those questions that had been skimming around on the periphery of her consciousness ever since she’d met Chaz. Why this felt different than all the others. Why it mattered more. Why she’d begun to question so much in her life.

She had had plenty of sex in the last fi ve years. But never once had she made love. After Rita, she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to make love to anyone, ever again.

But with Chaz, that was exactly what she wanted. For with Chaz, it could be nothing less, nothing else.

“I feel the same way,” she said. “I would like…very much…to have much more than one night with you. But if that’s not possible, I want to have tonight to remember.”

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KIM BALDWIN

“You’re sure?”

“Never more.”

A burst of heavy rain hit the tent, the sound so loud it drummed out any further attempt at conversation. But they were beyond words now anyway. Lightning fl ashed nearby, as if feeding from the highly charged atmosphere they were creating between them. A moment later, the following boom of thunder seemed to shake the ground beneath their bodies.

Megan was very glad she was lying down. She felt so absurdly light-headed she wasn’t sure she could remain on her feet if she were upright. Her entire body seemed to pulse, at one with the primitive and wild forces of nature raging outside the tent. It was exhilarating beyond measure.

Chaz reached between them and unzipped both their sleeping bags, then sat up and slipped off sweater and turtleneck in one easy movement, then sports bra, exposing the naked splendor of muscled arms and back. The smooth, tanned skin was so enticingly close that Megan couldn’t help but reach out for it.

When her fi ngertips touched the warm fl esh, Chaz froze, momentarily startled. Then she half turned to fl ash a smile back at Megan, before resuming the cavalier removal of her clothes. Pants, boxers, socks. Stripped, she turned to Megan and lay on her side, smiling as Megan’s eyes traveled the length of her naked body, appreciating every curve and ripple of musculature. From the broad shoulders to the fi rm, round breasts: not too large, dark areolas, nipples already erect.

Megan sucked in a breath as she felt her own nipples harden in response; then her eyes continued downward to the thick, dark triangle of hair, the rock-hard thighs, the legs that went on forever. She said a prayer of thanks for whatever experiences had contributed to Chaz’s total lack of inhibition. Her lithe sensuality was intoxicating.

“God, you have an incredible body,” she said, meeting Chaz’s eyes.

What she saw there—a fi ery heat, smoldering, ready to fl are—surprised her. Chaz’s relaxed posture belied what Megan could see clearly in the honest depths of those eyes: a coiled, raw sexuality, powerful and barely contained.

“I’m very glad you think so.” Chaz’s voice was thick with need and want. Her hand trembled as she reached for Megan’s unzipped sleeping

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