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closer, her palms slipping on his glistening back. Nikolas moved to his side, pillowing his cheek on her
hair while they both tried to regain their breath.
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Emma wasn't certain how long she dozed. She awakened with her hand resting on Nikolas's shoulder,
her fingertips fanning the ridge of a scar. She felt weak and defenseless, yet oddly peaceful. She tried to
comprehend what had happened, that she had gone to bed with a man, with Nikolas. Although she
waited for a bolt of lightning, a feeling of disaster, nothing happened. She must have no scruples or
principles whatsoever, to have this lack of shame.
Sometime while she had slept, Nikolas must have pulled the bed linens up to her shoulders. Clasping the
sheet over her breasts, Emma turned to face him. Thoughts raced through her mind. She had to find her
clothes, she had to return to the villa& but most importantly, she had to make certain he wouldn't tell
anyone what had happened tonight. Secrecy was necessary for both their sakes.  Nikki, she began
awkwardly.
He touched a finger to her lips.  I want you to consider something,ruyshenka . I don't require an answer
tonight. You need time to think about what you want. For now, just listen to me.
 All right, she said cautiously.
 There is no one for you now, is there? That is, no one you are hoping to marry?
The question provoked a bitter laugh from her.  No, and there never will be.
 Then your plan is to live with your father and Tasia for the rest of your life?
 I don't have much of a choice.
 Don't you? He used his thumb to smooth away the puzzled crease in her brow.  Why not marry me,
Emma?
 She shook her head as if she hadn't heard him correctly.  What?
 If you became my wife, all doors would be open to you. You would have ten times more wealth and
influence than you have now. I would give generous support to your causes and charities. You could
spend all your leisure time with your animals if you desire. I'm offering you a life without rules or limits.
You'll have anything you want with one snap of your fingers. Think about it, Emma.
Emma's heart beat violently. She stared at him in amazement. A long time passed before she could form
words with her stiff lips.  Why me? You could have anyone.Anyone .
His hand drifted over her bare chest, one knuckle dipping gently into her cleavage.  You remind me of
the women I knew in Russia& fiery, blunt, completely without artifice. I respect your honesty. I enjoy
your beauty. Why shouldn't it be you?
 How long have you had this crazy idea?
Nikolas took a long curl of her hair and coiled it around his finger.  Since you were thirteen, he said
casually.
 My God.
 I had never seen a child with such strength of will. You were magnificent. I've watched you mature from
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a headstrong girl into a beautiful woman. You're the one person who's never bored me. I want you to be
my wife.
Emma shook her head in disbelieving wonder.  A real wife?
 In every way, he agreed, staring into her eyes.
 What if I refuse you? Will you try to punish me? Will you threaten to tell someone about&  She waved
a feeble hand at the rumpled bedclothes around them.  About this?
He looked amused.  Is your opinion of me that bad?
 Yes, she said promptly, making him laugh.  But even if I wanted to marry you, I couldn't. My father
would never allow it.
 I know how to handle your father, Nikolas replied.  The decision is yours alone. If you agree to marry
me, you shall.
She frowned skeptically.  I've never met anyone who could handle my father.
 You'll consider it, then?
 I'll consider it, but I don't believe 
He shushed her with his lips.  Later, he whispered.  Give me your answer later.
 But 
He scattered kisses over her face and throat, ignoring her faint protest. Emma quivered and fell silent as
he made love to her with astonishing gentleness. She pressed her hands against the scarred velvet surface
of his back, and felt the lithe movements of muscle and sinew as he moved over her. For a while it
seemed as if she no longer belonged only to herself. Her body was his to pleasure and possess, and he
was a tender caretaker, patiently coaxing a response from every nerve. She had never been held so long
by anyone. Nothing could have prepared her for the feeling of someone else's naked skin against hers.
There were no more thoughts or worries or pangs of conscience& only the exquisite sensations of being
cradled and stroked, until passion gripped her in endless waves.
When they were both sated, Nikolas turned onto his stomach and slept, his face half-buried in the
pillow. Only one faintly gleaming brow and one crescent of heavy lashes were visible. Emma reached
over to smooth the hair that curled on the back of his neck, touching him so lightly that his sleep wasn't
disturbed.
She felt sorry for any woman who would be foolish enough to love him and there must have been
more than a few. A man as beautiful and unattainable as Nikolas could easily break someone's heart. Not
to mention his being powerful, mysterious& and so very much alone. Confused, Emma pillowed her head
on her arms. Damn Adam for deserting her, and for letting her end up in this unimaginable situation. But
he was gone for good now, and Nikolas Angelovsky wanted her. Would it be so terrible living as his
wife? People married without love all the time.
She tried to imagine what kind of relationship they would have. She knew that he wanted her, but he
wasn't the kind of man who could ever love someone.  You're not very good husband material, she
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whispered, watching his peaceful face.  But then, I'm certainly not anyone's idea of a perfect wife.
His fingers twitched as dreams pervaded his sleep, and a tiny frown settled between his brows. Emma
realized that Nikolas had never seemed quite human to her until now. More like one of her exotic
creatures: safe to admire from a distance, dangerous to come within arm's length. But Nikolas
Angelovsky was just a man. He wasn't invulnerable. He was lonely, just as she was.
All at once the choice seemed easier.
She touched the side of his face, stroking the roughness of his night beard until he stirred.  Nikolas, she
murmured.  I have to go home now, while it's still dark.
He raised himself on his forearms and shook his head to clear it.  I'll accompany you in my carriage.
 No, I can ride 
 It's not safe. I'll go with you.
Emma considered the statement thoughtfully, then nodded.  I don't need time to think about your
proposal, Nikki. I can give you an answer now. I& I will accept your offer.
Nikolas showed no surprise or even happiness, but she sensed his satisfaction. He took her hand and
pressed a kiss to the backs of her fingers.  I knew you would, he said, so calmly that Emma almost
laughed.
 I think I'd better be the first to break the news to my family. My father's first impulse may be to kill
you. Emma shivered in apprehension at the thought of her father's reaction. He would be furious. He [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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