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a slight flush reddening his neck Ok, that came out wrong. He ran a frustrated hand through his thick black hair, leaving it slightly awry and sexier ...if that were even possible. He was already a twelve or thirteen on her one to ten scale, even after she deducted a few points for lack of social skills. A glint of fascination lit his dark eyes as something occurred to him. Did you just tell me that I stink? There was nothing tired about the way he leaned down until their lips almost touched. The scent of him mixed with the dash of liquor and the combination was heady. He was all male, untamed and interested in more than her answer to his question. No man had ever looked at her with such intensity. His sexual energy demanded a response that her body seemed all too willing to deliver. Abby fought down the urge to close the short distance between them. She d lost too much to believe in anything that felt this good. She took a half a step back and raised a placating hand. I wasn t quite that harsh. The corners of his mouth twitched in amusement. Do you have any idea who I am? he asked, somehow making the question sound more curious than pompous. Perhaps his tragedy had brought him a bit of notoriety, but Abby wasn't one to watch much TV and, as usual, Lil had given her just the information she absolutely needed in a brief, stilted conversation that typified how strained their relationship had become. I'm hoping you're the man who owns this brownstone, otherwise I'm going to get in trouble for letting you in, she said with some forced humor. He didn't laugh. You really don t know, do you? His question sounded oddly hopeful. Abby shrugged, but the hairs on the back of her neck tingled. What kind of man was relieved to not be recognized? A criminal. Crap. Nice clothes meant nothing. His suit might have become disheveled during a tussle with the actual owner of it. She shook her head at the thought. You do own the place, don't you? At his lack of a response, she scanned the area for something to toss at him if she needed to dash for the door. The closest object was a large, brass lamp. If he made any fast moves& All coherent thought fled when he smiled down at her while lightly running his hands up both of her arms. Yes, I m the owner. Her heart really shouldn't be pounding in her chest just because the man was preparing to restrain her if she attacked him with deadly, brass force. It wasn't like she'd never been near a man before, but even her prior intimate relationships had been cautious endeavors. No man had ever brought to mind the words carnal abandon like this one did. When he looked at her, no one and nothing else existed. Before you clock me, would you like to see my license? he asked while his thumb traced the edge of her collar bone rhythmically. Hypnotically. Would you? he prompted in response to her silence. Yes, she said breathlessly, unable to concentrate on anything beyond the way her body was responding to his touch. Her skin burned beneath his light caress. Her stomach quivered with an anticipation she had previously only read about. Yes, to whatever you re asking. Her state of arousal was not lost on the man towering above her and the answering pleasure in his eyes shook her out of her daze. She stepped back, away from his touch and gave herself a mental shake. This kind of passion had no place in the life she d built for herself. I mean no. No, I believe you. You were right. I should go. I can finish everything tomorrow. His lids lowered slightly, making his expression unreadable. Do you know what I'm thinking? he asked. Unless he was also imagining the two of them naked, rolling around on the thick area rug in the living room, she was pretty much stumped. No, she croaked. I'm starving and I hate to eat alone. I'd be grateful if you joined me for a meal. That wouldn't be wise. There were at least a hundred, maybe a thousand, reasons why she should leave now before she made a fool out of herself. Yet, she was tempted. It was more than the athletic span of his shoulders, more than the strong line of his jaw. She couldn t even blame the sadness in his eyes, because the exhausted man of earlier had been replaced by a virile male who knew exactly how to get what he wanted and right now he wanted her. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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