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raw thrust of his body, shivering.
It wasn't so frightening that way. She was fascinated by what she saw.
"Yes," he said through his teeth. "You recognize vulnerability, don't you?" he asked impatiently, hating
the helpless desire he felt even while he thanked God for the ability to feel it. "My legs are shaking.
Can you feel them?" He drew her a little closer, to make sure that she could. "I'm swelling. You can
feel that, too, can't you?"
It was embarrassing to hear him telling her such intimate things, especially in that angry tone. She
flushed, but when she tried to drop her eyes, he caught her chin and made her look at him.
"Stop cringing. I'm not a monster," he said roughly. "I lost control with you at the worst possible time,
and I hurt you. I won't hurt you again."
She swallowed. The feel of his body in such close contact made her nervous, but it also excited her to
feel him wanting her. She grew dizzy with confused sensations. She shifted uneasy yet exhilarated at
the same time.
He drew in a sharp breath and groaned, and then he laughed. "God, that feels good!" He bit off the
words. He actually shivered. His eyes met hers and he moved her against him in the same exotic little
motion she'd made without thinking. His teeth ground together and the laughter came again. "I'd
forgotten what it felt like to be a man."
His pleasure affected her in the oddest way. She buried her face in his chest, half afraid, half excited.
She shivered, too, as his arms enfolded her.
"So you feel it, too, do you?" he asked at her ear. His hands tightened on her hips and he repeated the
rough, deft motion and heard her cry out. "Do you like being helpless?" he asked, and his head bent.
"Do you like wanting me and feeling powerless to draw away?"
She could hear the resentment, mingled with heated desire, in his deep voice. She opened her mouth to
respond and his lips moved over it, opening to fit the shape of it before they settled with a rough,
hungry, demanding pressure that made her stiffen with unexpected pleasure.
Pictures of tidal waves flew through his mind as he groaned and forced her body into even more
intimacy with his. He wanted her. God, he wanted her. It was a fever that burned so high and bright that
he couldn't hide his need. It grew and swelled, the pressure hard against her soft stomach. He could
feel her embarrassment as she tried to move her hips away from his, but he wouldn't permit it. He
couldn't. He needed her softness against the flare of his masculinity.
He needed her.
His arm forced her closer as his mouth deepened the slow kiss into stark intimacy. She felt the slow,
soft penetration of his tongue, the hard caress of his lips, the aching deep groan that shuddered out of
his chest.
Her arms were under his and around him. She could feel the heat from the hard muscles under her
hands. She could feel his belt digging into her midriff. His powerful legs were trembling as he moved
her against him and he groaned again, in anguish.
While he kissed her, his hands went deftly under the knit top to the front catch of her lacy bra, quickly
loosening the catch before she could protest. His hands slowly took the weight of her bare breasts,
caressing their hard tips, while the kiss went on and on. He felt her body tremble again and heard her
soft cry go into his mouth. He couldn't stop. It was just like France, just like that night in her room.
Some part of him stood away and saw his own helpless headlong rush into seduction, but he was too
far gone to fight it now. He hadn't been a man for years. Now he was in the grip of the most desperate
arousal he'd ever felt and he had to satisfy it. He wanted her, needed her, had to have her.
He was practiced, an expert in this most basic of arts. She was, for all her fears, still a novice who'd
never known pleasure. He was going to give her that. He was going to make her want the satisfaction
his body demanded.
Slowly he began to to slide the fabric of her blouse from her body while his mouth bit at hers in the
kind of kisses that were a blatant prelude to intimacy. They threw her off-balance so that she made no
protest when he removed the top and bra and dropped them onto the carpet. His hands caressed her
soft, bare breasts and he drew away a breath so that he could watch them under the tender mastery of
his hands.
"They're beautiful," he whispered tenderly, aware at some level of her dazed, wide-eyed stare. His
hands caught her waist and he lifted her to his mouth. He traced the hard tips with soft wonder,
savoring their taste with lips that cherished her. "You taste of rose petals and perfume," he breathed,
nipping her tenderly.
She made a sound that brought his head up. He looked into her eyes, seeing the excitement, the shock
of wonder in them. No, she couldn't stop him now. He recognized that blank, set expression on her
face. She was in the throes of passion. There was no way she could draw back now, even if she'd
wanted to.
Confident, he let her slide down his body and he moved back a step. She didn't try to cover her
breasts. After a minute he caught the hem of his own knit shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it
onto the floor with her things.
His chest was sexy, she thought through a haze of pleasure, staring at it, bronzed and muscular with a
thick curling mat of hair just a few shades darker than the hair on his head. Without volition, she
moved forward and leaned into him, closing her eyes with a shaky sigh as she felt his bare chest
against her breasts.
His big hands flattened just under her shoulder blades and drew her closer in erotic little motions that
made her shiver.
She felt the heavy, hard beat of his heart under her ear. She traced the nipple beside her mouth and felt
him tauten. Then he groaned and his mouth slid down and found hers. He lifted her clear off the floor
and stood holding her, kissing her, in the middle of the sunlit room. For an instant he looked up and
glared around the room. There was only the sofa or the desk or the carpet. He groaned.
He had no more time for decisions. Shaking with the terrible need to have her, he couldn't risk having [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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