Lassoed by Fortune. Marie Ferrarella
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Название: Lassoed by Fortune
Автор: Marie Ferrarella
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Cherish
isbn: 9781472047786
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Did something he hadn’t even foreseen himself doing—at least not in the heat of this exchange. Although if he were being completely honest with himself, he would have had to admit that he had envisioned exactly this transpiring more than just once or twice in his head—as well as in his unguarded dreams.
One second they were exchanging glares and hot words, the next it was no longer just the words that were hot.
It was the two of them.
Liam had caught her by her shoulders and brought his mouth down on hers.
There was the argument that doing this was the only way to stop her from talking and, more importantly, from espousing the so-called cause she seemed so intent on pushing.
There was a whole host of arguments and half-truths he could have told himself about why he had done what he’d done. But deep in his soul, he knew that there was only one real reason he was doing this.
Because he wanted to.
* * *
Rather than embracing the cause that was so close to her heart, after a beat, to her dismay, Julia found herself embracing him instead. Found herself weaving her arms around Liam’s neck as best she could, raising herself up on her tiptoes so that she could lean her body into his.
She had to have lost her mind; there was no other explanation for behaving this way.
Yet, as upset as doing this made her, Julia just could not make herself pull back or break away from Liam and his lethal lips.
Not even the tiniest bit.
Not when the very blood in her veins was rising to an alarming temperature and the room was spinning around her faster than Dorothy’s house when it was snatched up by the twister that had sent it whisking off to Oz.
Julia realized that her heart rate had quickened to the point of doubling and the very air seemed to have disappeared right out of her lungs.
Heaven knew that she’d been kissed before, more times than she could possibly count. And of course she’d made love before, as well, but this... This was some kind of new, crazy sensation that she had never, ever encountered before and although she knew, knew in her heart, that whatever this was, was bad for her, she just couldn’t make herself pull away and stop.
Not yet.
A few seconds from now, yes, but not yet.
* * *
Liam was completely convinced that he had succeeded in utterly losing his mind. There was no other reason for what was going on.
He wasn’t that eighteen-year-old hotshot that he had once been anymore, wasn’t that cocky high school senior who reveled in the adulation he saw in every single high school girl’s eyes when she looked at him.
Back then, he’d thrived on those looks and those girls.
But right now he would have been hard-pressed to remember any of their names. They all seemed like just so many interchangeable entities, feeding his fragile young ego and providing a release for all those wild, raging hormones that plagued so many boys at that age.
He’d eventually outgrown that stage, settled down in his thinking and while he did enjoy female companionship with a fair amount of regularity, he wasn’t looking for anything permanent because he wasn’t interested in settling down with any one woman.
Settling.
There wasn’t really a single girl he’d gone out with, a single girl or woman in Horseback Hollow who turned up in his dreams at night, who gave him a reason to whistle tunelessly to himself as he looked forward to Saturday-night outings.
But this, whatever this was, was different. Different enough to put a fire in his belly and make him suddenly feel alive.
Finally pulling back—because Liam was afraid that if he didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to surface ever again—he looked at the woman who had just shaken up the foundations of his well-ordered world. Looked at her for a long, hard moment.
And when he spoke, the words could definitely not be viewed as romantic in any manner, shape or form.
“What the hell was that?” He wanted to know.
“I have no idea,” Julia answered hoarsely, trying desperately to look angry, to feel angry, and completely unable to manage to do either. “But don’t ever do it again.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” Liam replied in a voice that was just as hoarse as hers, a fact that really annoyed him no end.
He said it because, at the time, he meant it.
Or at least he thought he did.
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