Dead Calm. Lindsay Longford

now, not his, not hers, only this physical exhilaration that blanked out memories and thought and everything except this.

      “Easy,” she murmured. She smoothed the frown between his ocean-blue eyes. “It’s not the end of the world.”

      Not answering, not meeting her gaze, he lowered himself over her, fitting his pelvis against hers, sliding his arms under her. “Any chance of getting this damn bottom off?”

      “Finnegan, if I’ve learned one thing in this life, it’s that there’s always a chance.” She squirmed encouragingly, every nerve ending in her thighs and belly quivering with pleasure, with life. “If there’s a will, there’s a way.”

      Tomorrow would come soon enough.

      And in the meantime, here was Judah, filling her world with taste, with touch, with himself.

      Easy, for the moment, so easy to let herself forget the ugliness. So tempting, this surrender to feeling, to the physical anodyne of what they were doing. Surrender to the power, to the wave of pleasure.

      There were worse ways to end a day.