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her while making a noise between a growl and a sigh. Siobhan wrapped her legs and arms around him, latching herself to his body as he carried her from the living room to a small makeshift bedroom hidden behind a curtain he’d hung from the ceiling. He knelt on the mattress, only loosening his hold on her when there was no risk of her being dropped.
    He met her gaze, and she worried he might ask her if she was sure again. Instead he smiled wolfishly and skimmed his hands from her hips to her breasts, sending a nervous shiver across her skin. This was nothing like she’d prepared herself for. She’d imagined sex plenty of times, her mind wandering over things she’d read in books or seen in movies, but she’d always thought about it in a removed, almost analytical way. She was never meant to experience it herself, so best not to dwell on it. Even when she’d met Shane for the first time she hadn’t let herself admit she’d been attracted to him. Becoming involved with a man was the last thing on her mind, and wanting one was about as smart as being on a diet and spending your days standing in front of a doughnut shop.
    If you weren’t allowed to have it, out of sight out of mind was the only safe course of action.
    Shane unsnapped her bra with a flick of his fingers, and she shuddered.
    Forget being a dieter in a doughnut store. She was a diabetic in a candy factory, and sugar shock was about to set in.
    His mouth reversed the path his hands had taken, his tongue and lips trailing daring kisses down her belly and stopping just shy of the waistband of her underwear. “Oh…my.” She breathed raggedly. Shane touched her in an eager, attentive way that made her think it had been awhile since he’d had a woman to play dirty with and he was going to make the most of it while he had her here.
    She pushed her own bra off onto the floor but covered her breasts uncertainly.
    “No,” he said, stopping his exploration to look up at her from his rather precarious position nestled between her knees. “Don’t hide.”
    “But…”
    “Siobhan.” The way he said her name made long-ignored parts of her clench with anticipation. “Who is saving whose life here?”
    “You.”
    “Is saving who?” He hooked his fingers in her underwear and gave a warning tug.
    “Me.”
    “That’s right.” Shane pulled her underwear down until it tickled her knees before removing it and throwing it into the hidden darkness of the room.
    In fiction, and the way she’d been led to believe this stuff worked, she was supposed to be in love with him. She was supposed to know his soul and all the Hallmark-romance crap being sold to the masses.
    Love was a luxury she didn’t have time for.
    If this worked and she had more than five days to live, she’d worry about love later.
    He pushed apart her knees, warm fingers rough against her formerly untouched skin. She felt less virtuous with every passing moment and was certain pure was the last word to describe the feeling that accompanied Shane’s tongue sliding over the hot bundle of nerves at her core.
    She cried out, forgetting all about shyness and self-consciousness, and took her hands away from her chest so she could grab two fistfuls of his thick hair. He’d paused at her exclamation, but when she latched her legs around his back and clenched like a vise grip, he got the message loud and clear.
    The longer he lapped at her, the more her thoughts slipped away from worry about her future. When he slid two fingers inside her and she garbled out a string of incomprehensible vowel sounds, she was sure thought had gone out the window entirely.
    This was sex?
    She’d imagined it being much more aggressive and…shorter lived. A few sweaty pumps and she could call it a night with her virginity gone and her life saved.
    Shane seemed to have a different idea about things, and she wasn’t planning to tell him he was going about it all wrong. What the hell did she know anyway? She hadn’t had a