Ill Take Forever

her tightly against him, shifting again to lie on the sofa, Jenny following him down.
    His tongue traced the soft inner lining of her mouth, rubbed her teeth, teased her tongue, invited it to follow to his mouth. She kissed him eagerly, yearning for more, knowing the madness must stop soon.
    His hands molded her body to his, repositioning her to lie on top of him, his hands on her back, moving slowly to her waist, her hips, back along her spine. Jenny felt the desire in him rise, matched by the longing she felt. This was insanity, sweet craziness.
    He pulled his mouth away to trail hot kisses along her jaw, to the warm pulse in her throat, up the column of her neck to her earlobe. Slowly he unzipped her dress, to find her bra. She stiffened slightly when the zip moved.
    'Relax,' he murmured lazily. 'I'm not going to do anything you don't want. I only want to touch you, feel your skin, not your dress.'
    Placing his hands on her bare back, he traced patterns that seemed to feed her desire even more.
    Jenny moved seductively against him, her body responding automatically to the slow rhythm of his touch. Kyle found her mouth again as his hands pressed her tighter to him. Her senses swam with blurred delight as his kiss deepened, thrilled, excited.
    Kyle's hands rose to tangle themselves in Jenny's soft hair, moving her head back and forth as he drank deeply of the kisses she gave.
    Then, with a ragged breath, he lifted her head.
    She opened her eyes a little to gaze down at him. He looked amazing. She never wanted to look away.
    'This is as far as I can go if you don't want to sleep with me tonight,' he said, hoarsely.
    Of course she wanted to sleep with him, tonight, tomorrow night, every night! Then sanity returned. There was a limit to the nights: it would be just until he left. He had said it himself.
    Jenny's eyes widened and she scrambled up in confusion. She wasn't as modern as she'd thought. She still believed in old-fashioned virtues. She didn't consider herself a prude, but she did want more than casual sex, more than a few nights together, no matter how wonderful. She wasn’t the type for one-night stands.
    'Goodnight,' she mumbled, and fled for the stairs and the sanctity of her room.

CHAPTER TEN

    The next few days flew by. Kyle spent more and more time away from the house, not telling Jenny where he was going, no longer taking her with him. When she asked once or twice, he refused to tell her, saying only that it didn't concern her.
    Jenny wanted more after that evening on the sofa, but Kyle became more distant than before. She knew things were coming to a head. There didn’t seem to be anything she could do but watch as he spent more and more time away.
    She wondered once or twice if he was seeing Naomi, but she didn't think that was the reason for his long absences. Naomi had returned to San Francisco so, unless on vacation, she would not be in Palmer during the week.
    On Saturday, Kyle asked Jenny to drive them to Strawberry. They met Stuart Brownley for lunch there. He had brought a motorcycle for Kyle's use.
    'You aren't going to ride it, are you?' Jenny sounded horrified when she saw the big black Harley. She could just envision a real motorcycle accident.
    'Of course, you don't think it'll get itself to your place, do you?' Kyle asked.
    'But your arm! You shouldn't be driving around on that machine. It's not safe.'
    'It's fine. Good transportation and easily hidden. Don't fret, Jenny,' he said impatiently.
    Stuart Brownley turned to hide a smile at their exchange.
    They ate lunch at a local cafe. The men chose a table near the back and both sat so they could see the door. Stuart and Kyle talked shop, Stuart brought Kyle up to date on different assignments others in their group were working on without revealing anything sensitive to Jenny. He started to say something once about Kyle's assignment, but Kyle stopped him.
    'Later.' He glanced at Jenny.
    'I'm not going to tell anyone,' she said indignantly. She was the reason they had such a foothold into Palmer. Did they believe now they couldn’t trust her?
    'I like to operate on the need-to-know basis. You don't need to know. Besides, you have a very expressive face. I don't want you to inadvertently give something away,' Kyle explained.
    Jenny glared at him, then turned away in haughty disdain when both men roared with laughter at her look.
    After lunch they walked Jenny back to her car, Kyle opening the driver’s door for her.
    'I'm going to go