Winter Solstice. Michelle Garren Flye
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Название: Winter Solstice
Автор: Michelle Garren Flye
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
isbn: 9781616503017
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Neither spoke as he bent his head to cover her mouth with his. She lost herself in his touch, aware of his arms around her, his lips first on hers, then on her neck. She slid her hands up his biceps, caressing as she did so, wanting to encourage his response. He smelled good–clean and male in a way she had never experienced. In some detached part of her brain, she thought maybe it was the hospital soap.
She clung to him, thankful for the strength of his body as her own betrayed her weakness. Not until his hands slid beneath her scrub top did she come to her senses.
“Not here.” She could only think that she didn’t want to become another of the legends–the PR woman who couldn’t resist the irresistible John Grant in the locker room.
“Where?” His body still pressed hard against hers, his lips against her hair. Becky felt the cold porcelain sink behind her, but he was warm and solid and the heat of their passion was thick in the air around them. In such a position, restraint was the last thing on her mind.
“My place,” she whispered and told him the address.
“I’ve got a few things to take care of.” His lips brushed her ear and she shivered. She felt his smile. “I’ll be there in a couple of hours.”
Before she could change her mind, he left, taking the warmth and safety of his arms with him, and Becky was left to wonder if she had suddenly gone insane.
* * * *
John Grant closed the door to the women’s locker room and leaned against it for a moment, glad there was no one around. “Goddamn it.” He pushed himself away with a violent gesture. He couldn’t quite believe the intense feelings she’d awakened in him. He hadn’t felt this way since the earliest days of his long-over marriage. In fact, had he ever felt this way?
Shaking his head, he strode down the hallway, finding his office and retreating inside. He sat behind the desk, staring at the stack of paperwork waiting for his signature without really comprehending it. All he saw was the expression on Becky’s face when he’d loosened the clip binding her hair–that sudden but slow transformation from distress to sensual longing. Even the memory was enough to draw a spontaneous reaction from him.
But then, she’d been able to do that all along. Even that first day, he’d reacted by instinct to her innate honesty, liking her immediately, even though Dr. John Grant was not known for liking people.
This woman was something else entirely from John’s previous experience with women. He wanted to wrap her up and keep her warm and safe at the same time he wanted to release her and see what she was going to do next. When he’d seen her in the reading room watching him, he’d felt a mild shock when their gazes met, but that was nothing compared to what he’d felt when their lips had touched just moments before.
John drew the stack of paperwork to him and cursed again. He didn’t know what else to do. Going to her apartment was a bad idea. She was more trouble for him than he needed.
But he had no idea how he was going to stay away.
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