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reasons why she shouldn't have Ustened, but she couldn't think of a single one.
Instead she reached her arms up and slid them around his neck, seeing the shock in
his blue eyes before they closed and his mouth settled softly on her lips.
"Yes," he whispered hungrily. His arms slid past her waist, bringing her against the
length of his bare, warm body. "Yes, that's it, open your mouth...."
She did, letting his tongue probe inside and tangle with her own, feeling the
hardness of his body, the sudden heat of him as he pinned her against the door.
"Eleanor," he breathed. His hips moved against her in undeniable need and
urgency, and the kiss grew even more passionate open mouths mingling fiercely
together, voices breathing harshly, soft moans.
Eleanor whimpered as the old magic worked on her, as she felt her breasts crushing
against his chest, her body aching to join with his. Her hands moved, searching out
hard muscle and smooth flesh, working their way down his body, learning it with
fingers that trembled softly.
"Yes," he groaned, drawing back, inviting her caresses. "Yes, touch me," he
whispered shakily, opening his eyes to search hers. "Touch all of me, baby."
Insanity, she thought, but her hands were insistent, eager. She looked at him,
watched the muscles ripple as her hands drew over them warmly, tenderly. He
could have died this might have been impossible. She thought that, and couldn't
resist this once to know him, to possess him.
When her hands found and caressed his muscular stomach, he groaned and
shuddered. She looked up at his hard, drawn face and exulted as she felt him
tremble. He looked down at her, his eyes blazing with desire.
"I wish we were any where... except here," he said, his voice low and rough. "I
want to do this to you. Touch you, with my eyes and my hands, in broad daylight. I
want to be part of you."
"I'm afraid of you," Eleanor admitted at last, her eyes wide and vulnerable in her
pale face.
"I'm sorry for that," he replied. "For so many things. I'd take back the past four
years if I could. I'd start over with you."
"Once broken, a mirror is never the same."
"I could prove you wrong, if you'd let me," he said softly. "If you'd give me half a
chance."
Eleanor closed her eyes in anguish. She wanted that, with him: wanted a new
beginning. But there had been so much wounding, so much hurt.
"Come up to the house next Saturday and have lunch with us," he coaxed. "Mary
June will be better by then; she'll do something pretty."
"Your houseguests will still be there," she reminded him.
"No, they damned well won't," he said shortly. "Not if I have to drive them to the
airport. I've had pretty Maureen up to my neck! I'm sick of being chased. I like to
do the chasing myself."
He always had. Now he was in pursuit of her, and once he caught her it would be
just as it was before. Only this time she wouldn't recover.
He held her hands in his, searching her frightened, anxious eyes. "Trust me, just
once. Just this once, Eleanor."
He sounded sincere. She knew she shouldn't believe him, but the sound of his
voice was weakening her, as was this unnerving proximity to his unclothed body.
He was so much a part of her already that nothing he did was unpleasant to her.
"All...right," she agreed reluctantly.
He smiled. "All right." His blue eyes twinkled. "Now kiss me and I'll get back in
bed."
"Promise?" she asked breathlessly.
"Scout's honor." He tilted Eleanor's face up to his and brought his mouth down,
then kissed her as she'd never been kissed before. It made her go hot all over with
mingled, confusing emotions.
"Here," he whispered unsteadily. His hands caught hers, moving them to the back
of bis powerful thighs. "Now come close," he murmured against her mouth. "Come
very, very close and let me feel you...."
His legs actually trembled when she obeyed him. Delicious, exquisite tingles of
pleasure throbbed along her nerves as she felt his powerful body surge against her.
She jerked a little and he smiled against her warm mouth.
"See how helpless I am with you?" he whispered. "Just like a boy, all hot and
bothered and out of control. And I think it would embarrass me like hell with any
other woman."
That was flattering. She sighed, then returned his kiss hungrily until he shuddered
and gently eased her away.
He drew in a steadying breath, holding her by the waist as he searched her flushed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]