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    He went back to her, and as he looked down at her, he did his very best to keep from staring at her breasts. He had seen countless naked women in his life, but the extravagance of Helen’s bosom was truly awe-inspiring. He felt a tickling in his groin as his cock took notice of her charms, too.
    “We’ll stay here for a couple hours,” he said, getting down on one knee beside Helen. “I found a place that’ll be more comfortable for you.” He studied her face for a moment. “Those boys are angry, but they can’t run around forever. Even in a place like Whitetail Creek, sooner or later good people who understand right from wrong will unlock their doors to find out what all the ruckus is about.”
    When Jared stood and reached a helping hand down for her, Helen pulled her dress a little more tightly together. Whenever Jared was very near, she felt jittery inside. It had nothing to do with the gang of outlaws now. What frightened her was Jared himself. Or, more accurately, what frightened Helen was her reaction to Jared. He had a way of inspiring a sensual curiosity and adventurousness in her that Gregg never had—a fact which caused no small amount of unease in Helen.
    With Jared’s help, she got to her feet. She always felt less vulnerable when she was standing. But when she looked at Jared, she was once again made aware of his formidable size. Beside him, she felt small, and that was something that almost never happened to her because she was by no means a petite woman.
    When they reached the crates and air shaft housing, Helen sighed gratefully and turned to face the man who had risked his own life to protect her.
    “I’d like to thank you for what you’ve done,” she said softly. “I never would have survived without you.”
    Jared placed his palm on her cheek, and with his thumb he lightly caressed her lips, passing his thumb from side to side.
    “I had to do it,” he replied, giving that grin that Helen was learning to like very much. “Couldn’t leave a damsel in distress, could I? What kind of knight in shining armor would I be then?”
    Helen turned her face so that she could kiss Jared’s palm. It shocked her to do this since she was still trying to convince herself that there was nothing appealing about the man. But she did kiss his palm, and a moment later, she let the tip of her tongue trail up the inside of his middle finger, and when she did, she was shocked to smell and taste the lingering, unmistakable essence of her own passion. Intensely vivid memories exploded in her mind. She remembered all the wild thrills she had felt while hiding in the dark alley, wickedly aroused by this darkly handsome stranger, frightened beyond all words at the young monsters who chased them with Jared’s slow death and her own pitiless gang rape on their minds.
    Helen brought her tongue along the length of Jared’s finger, swirled her tongue around the tip briefly, then licked back down until she once more licked his palm. She wanted to look into his eyes, but she couldn’t find the courage to do it. Not while she was behaving so brazenly.
    On several occasions, while she had been stroking Gregg to give him the sexual release that he said he couldn’t live without, he had tried to push Helen down to her knees. He pleaded for what he explained was called a fellatio, but she had refused. It was the one act of sensuality that Gregg had asked of her that she never relented on. But with Jared, unknown urges tempted her to do wonderfully wicked things. He inspired experimentation and made succumbing to carnal delights seem like the most natural thing in the world.
    Helen’s eyes were still closed, and she was licking Jared’s finger when he eased the digit into her mouth. She closed her lips around the slowly invading finger, swirling her tongue against it in a pantomime of fellatio. Helen knew that she must present a lurid and unladylike image to Jared, but she couldn’t help herself. When he