The Hotel Magnate's Demand. Jennifer Rae
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Название: The Hotel Magnate's Demand
Автор: Jennifer Rae
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781472098665
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‘Thanks for bringing me home, Luke. You didn’t have to—but thanks anyway.’
‘Any time, Lolli. I’m here for a few months now. I’ll be around if you ever need me…for anything.’
Anything? Like hot sex?
‘I should be all right. I’ve survived eight years without you so far.’ Amy laughed, trying to keep it light. Trying to prevent him from seeing what she really wanted—for him to grab her, kiss her and insist on coming in.
But he didn’t do that. He took his hand off her knee and opened the door to get out.
‘No! No. Don’t get out. I can walk to the front door.’
‘I’m walking you to your front door, Amy.’
‘No. You’re not.’
She would punch him square in the face if she had to. She didn’t want him walking her to the door, because she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t throw herself on him for a kiss goodnight, then force him to come upstairs and have his wicked way with her. No. A nice, chaste goodbye in the cab was the right thing to do.
But the kiss he landed on her cheek felt anything but chaste. It was soft at first, then he moved a little, closer to her lips and kissed her again, using his lips to soothe and caress her cheek. A kiss on the cheek—that was all it was—but Amy felt like melting right into him.
‘Luke…’ She wasn’t sure what she wanted to say. Don’t. Stop. But those words wouldn’t come out and the way she said his name sounded like a sigh.
‘Amy.’ He kissed her again, this time using his big hand to pull her cheek closer to him.
One touch. That was all she needed. To feel his skin one time. That would be enough.
Amy rested her hand back on his thigh and turned to face him. She kept her eyes on his—that way she’d know when he got too close and be able to pull away. But he didn’t kiss her again. His mouth turned up a little at one side, but he kept his eyes on hers.
Amy’s hand moved slowly but surely to his torso, and up further. She could feel the hardness of his stomach underneath her touch. She wanted skin. She needed to feel his warmth. So she tugged at his shirt till it was released from his waistband and enjoyed the relief coursing through her body as she hit his skin and continued moving upwards till she rested her hand on his chest. Hard and hot.
‘That’ll be twenty-four-fifty.’
The voice of the taxi driver broke the spell. Luke moved quickly, extracting the money from his wallet, practically throwing it at him, then flying out through the car door before Amy could protest. He was at her side and opening the door before she had time to breathe.
Stepping out into the night air should have felt better, should have cleared her head, but as the taxi sped away Luke stepped closer and she breathed in his scent again. Her head fogged. She turned into that silly besotted teenager all over again.
‘Now how are you going to get home?’ Her voice whispered it in the night.
‘Maybe I won’t go home.’ His words were clear and gruff in her ear.
Amy moved closer as his arms encircled her waist. Maybe if she just felt his skin again she’d be done. She’d be able to move on.
‘I like the feel of your skin.’
No. She wouldn’t be done. His skin was hot and smooth, except for a sprinkling of hair on his stomach. She fingered it before moving her hands up and gripping his chest. She felt him tense and flex. This was more than flirting. This was dangerous territory. But with Luke it didn’t feel dangerous. Exciting. Wrong. But not dangerous.
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