The Ashtons: Cole, Abigail and Megan: Entangled / A Rare Sensation / Society-Page Seduction. Maureen Child
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Название: The Ashtons: Cole, Abigail and Megan: Entangled / A Rare Sensation / Society-Page Seduction
Автор: Maureen Child
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература
isbn: 9781408921012
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“Oh, yeah.” He was laughing hard now, holding his stomach. “Such romance, such…I swept you off your feet, didn’t I?”
“Right off them, and plopped me down in the mud.” She began to sing “Some Enchanted Evening” seriously off-key, the words interrupted by giggles.
Cole hummed along, propped up on one elbow, then bent over and kissed her. “I guess this proves I can get down and dirty.”
That sent her off into renewed laughter, more than the small joke warranted. But she felt so good.
“Come on, my muddy partner in lust.” He rolled to his feet, zipped his pants and held out a hand. “Let’s get you inside and warmed up.”
“My panties,” she said, taking his hand and letting him pull her up. “And my shoe,” she added when she noticed she was lopsided.
Fortunately, the shoe wasn’t far. Cole presented it to her with a bow. But it was almost completely dark now, though the rain had slowed to a drizzle. “I’m afraid the panties are lost in action,” he said.
“We have to find them,” she insisted, slipping the wet shoe back on. Yuck. It was cold. “Or someone else will.”
“No one will know who they belonged to.”
“Oh, now I feel better.” But when she looked around she knew he was right. She’d never find them in the dark. She slid an arm around his waist, he put his arm around her shoulders, and they started back. “I’m going to have to buy Merry a new raincoat. This one’s ruined.”
“You’re wearing my sister’s coat?” he asked, appalled. “I made love to you on my sister’s coat?”
She started giggling again.
They made it to the carriage house unobserved—or so she hoped. Surely no one else was idiotic enough to be out at night in this weather. There they left a trail of clothes on their way to the bathroom, where a warm shower chased away the goose bumps.
Steam, proximity and soap-slick skin had an inevitable effect. But this time they could linger over kisses, touch lightly here, tease a little there. She rediscovered the sensitive spot on his throat, and he remembered the place at the end of her spine where a light stroking made her crazy.
Not that he would indulge her, not until they were both dry and horizontal on a clean, warm bed. She had to admit he had a point—but she also had to pay him back for making her wait.
She knew just how to do that. With hands and lips and tongue she explained payback to him, and she showed no mercy.
Neither did he.
Dixie’s bedroom was in the loft, and she’d left the curtains open. By the time she lay lax and limp with sweat cooling on her skin, the sky had cleared. The room was awash in moonlight. The only sound was the quiet tick-tick-tick of her windup travel clock…and, from downstairs, a faint crunching as Hulk helped himself to a late-night snack.
Hulk…deserted by someone, claimed by her. Just as Cole had rescued an abandoned Tilly.
We’re so alike in some ways, so different in others, she thought, snuggling her head a little more cozily into his shoulder. His eyes were closed, but the half smile on his lips said he wasn’t sleeping. Just drifting.
She ran her fingers over his chest, loving his skin, his ribs, the small patch of hair right over his heart. Marveling at the fact that she was lying in Cole’s arms once more…and in love once more.
Or still? Who could say? she thought drowsily, her eyelids heavy. Life sure was strange.
Maybe there had been a little seed, deep in her heart, left behind by the time when she’d loved him before. A seed that had sprouted the day she saw him again, and flourished…nourished in part, she admitted, by lust. Not much doubt that the seed had burst into full, unmistakable bloom when they rolled around in the mud together.
Partners in lust, she thought, and smiled. She and Cole hadn’t truly been friends before. They’d been too young—afraid of being hurt, maybe, but also afraid of being fools. Afraid to trust. They’d loved, but with one foot out the door, ready for the moment when the other failed them.
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