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Chaz raised her head so they could look at each other. “It’s never been anything like this for me, either.”

She kissed Megan again, a soft, sweet kiss this time that lingered long so they could memorize every second of it. Eventually they were quiet for a long while, cradled together, listening to the rain. As they drifted off to sleep, Megan wondered whether she’d ever again feel quite as content, quite as happy, quite as blissfully whole as she did at that moment.

She prayed the bad weather would continue. Anything to delay her departure.

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Some time later, Chaz was awakened by the sensual caress of fi ngers running through her hair, languid and soothing. Next she became aware of the naked body she was draped around. Finally, she opened her eyes to fi nd her face pillowed against Megan’s left breast.

The heady smell of sex reached her nostrils, reminding her of the way Megan tasted, and she went from fast asleep to fully awake in an instant. She raised her head to fi nd Megan watching her with the same intensity she’d had in her eyes right before she’d climaxed.

“I don’t want to waste what little time we have sleeping,” Megan said.

Chaz opened her mouth but nothing came out. She cleared her throat. “No?”

“No, I want more images for my mental scrapbook. Photographic memory, remember?”

Chaz really liked the provocative tone in Megan’s voice. Her body began to move against Megan’s as her hand cupped Megan’s breast.

Megan’s chest swelled as she inhaled sharply. “Jesus, Chaz,”

she said shakily. “I swear to God it’s like you have electricity in your fi ngertips when you touch me.”

“Do I?” Chaz trailed her hand lower, along a teasing path that skimmed through the hair at the apex of Megan’s thighs before returning to her breast.

“But as wonderful as it is,” Megan added, as her nipple sprang to attention, “I had something else in mind at the moment.”

Chaz’s hand stilled and she looked at Megan. “Of course. What would you like?”

Megan’s eyes held hers. “I just have to taste you. Please?”

The coil of desire in Chaz’s belly fl ared until it threatened to

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consume her. Her body started to shake. “Damn, Megan, just telling me you’re going to nearly puts me over.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. This shoulder kind of puts a crimp in my style.” Megan cocked her eyebrows expressively. “So I could probably use some creative positioning on your part…”

“Oh, I think that can be arranged.” Chaz smiled at her, enjoying their easy banter.

“First things fi rst, though.” Megan moistened her lips.

“Yes?”

“Have I told you what an absolutely fabulous kisser you are?”

Chaz felt her cheeks get warm as she leaned down and brushed her lips against Megan’s, then slowly, almost reverently, claimed her mouth. Every kiss between them had been different, but memorable in its own way. This one had equal parts of the passion of the night before and the sadness of the separation ahead. It was bittersweet, and a harbinger of how much she would miss Megan.

Over the hours that followed, they made love in as many ways as they could think of and that Megan’s injuries allowed. Slow, and fast. Gentle, and rough. Playful. Seductive. Cramming every possible experience into their limited time left together.

In the wee hours of the morning, scant moments after Chaz had reached yet another climax, just seconds after Megan, a wolf howled in the distance. Both women froze for a second, mesmerized by the sound, then Chaz howled back—a long, jubilant cry.

It was lifelike enough that the wolf replied, then Megan started up, too, and they all howled together until the howls turned to laughter that went on and on and on.

Chaz wiped tears off her cheeks as she collapsed back against Megan. “Well, that’s a fi rst. No woman has ever made me howl before.”

“Just one of my many talents. How will you ever get over me?”

Megan asked, with a fl ippancy that wasn’t convincing.

Chaz picked up on it and looked her in the eyes. “That’s a good question.”

“Can we keep in touch?” Megan asked.

“I really hope we do,” Chaz said. “Maybe you’ll come back and visit one day, and I’ll show you some of my favorite places.”

“I get four weeks’ vacation a year, and I’ve got a million or so

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