Rumours: The Dishonoured Copelands. Jane Porter

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СКАЧАТЬ her eyes, that recognition of truth. “Just as you know I’ve never refused you anything,” she whispered, her voice unsteady.

      No, she hadn’t, he thought, his shaft growing even harder, making him hotter, remembering how she always responded to him.

      He’d known plenty of women who liked hot sex, but he’d never been with anyone as passionate as Morgan. She wasn’t comfortable with her passionate nature, though, and during their six months together she’d struggled with the concept of physical pleasure, and resisted giving in to her sensual side, viewing it as a weakness, or something shameful, instead of an intimacy that brought them closer together … binding, bonding, making them one. “But I’ve never forced you, Morgan—”

      “Not forced, no, but you have pushed me, pushed me beyond what I was comfortable doing.”

      “Isn’t that exciting, though? To try new things … explore new things … to know and then go outside your comfort zone?”

      Another flicker of emotion passed over her lovely face. She had such fine, elegant features, as well as that famous Copeland reserve, a trait shared by her equally glamorous sisters. The reserve came from the way they’d been raised … from birth they’d been privileged, and had enjoyed a luxurious lifestyle of private schools, private jets, private islands. Their money attracted attention, and men, lots and lots of men, and by the time the four Copeland girls had become women, they knew they were special. Unique. They believed they deserved better.

      Drakon had been drawn to Morgan’s beauty, but also her reserve. He’d viewed it as a challenge to break through her cool, haughty exterior to discover the warm woman underneath.

      And once he’d touched her, she’d been more than warm. She’d burned as if consumed by a fever and during their honeymoon, those four weeks here at Villa Angelica, he’d enjoyed discovering the depths of her passion and exploring her desires, her fears and her limits.

      “But everything with you was outside my comfort zone,” she said, trying to hide the quiver of her lower lip. “Everything was overwhelming.”

      She’d said this once before to him, during the last week of their honeymoon after an erotic afternoon on a private island, and he’d been startled that her memory of lovemaking on the pristine ivory beach had been so different from what he’d felt. Returning to his yacht, which had been anchored off the island while they picnicked on the beach, he had never felt closer to her, or more committed, and he’d been shocked when she accused him of taking advantage of her. Shocked and sickened.

      He was Greek—a man of surprisingly simple tastes. He valued his family, his friends and his culture, which included good food, good drink and great sex. He wouldn’t apologize for enjoying sex, either, or enjoying his wife’s beautiful body. What did she expect him to do? Pretend he didn’t like sex? Act as though he didn’t find pleasure in her warmth and softness?

      Back in Athens after the honeymoon, Drakon had tried to be the husband she wanted. He stopped reaching for her quite as often, and then when he did reach for her, he changed the way he touched her, holding back to keep from overwhelming her. He knew she didn’t like it when he expressed hunger, or focused too much on her pleasure, and so instead of just being with her, and enjoying her, he practiced control and distance, hoping that a less passionate husband would be more to her liking.

      Instead she’d left.

      And just remembering how he’d turned himself inside out trying to please her, trying to give her what she wanted, made him angry all over again now.

      He’d hated second-guessing himself back then, hated not being able to please her, hated failing as a husband.

      His gaze swept over her, slowly, critically, examining her as if he owned her, and he did … at least for a few more weeks.

      “Undress,” he said roughly, feeling raw and so very carnal, and liking it. Enjoying it. “I want to see my wife. It doesn’t seem like too much to ask for, not after giving you seven million dollars.”

      One of her eyebrows lifted. “At least you didn’t mention the four hundred million.”

      “That was to your father, not to you.”

      “I wonder what he had to do for four hundred million.”

      “You think I should have asked for some sexual favors, do you?”

      “You like sex a lot.”

      “I liked it with you a lot.” He suddenly reached down, palmed his erection through his trousers, and he saw her gaze settle on his shaft, measuring the length and size.

      Dark pink color stormed her cheeks and she licked her lower lip, once and again, before finding her voice. “That’s obscene,” she whispered.

      “You did it a moment ago.”

      “You made me.”

      “You liked it. But you’ll tell me you didn’t. You’ll tell me sex is disgusting. You’ll tell me I’m disgusting, but if I touched you now, my woman, you’d be dripping wet—”

      “Disgusting.”

      “And I’d open you and lick you and taste you and make you come.” His head cocked and he shoved his hands in his trouser pockets. “When is the last time you came? How long has it been since you had an orgasm? A day? A week? A month?”

      “It’s none of your business.”

      “I did it in the shower yesterday, before you arrived. Stroked myself as I thought about you, picturing your breasts and your pale thighs and how much I enjoy being between them.”

      “Is there any point to this, Drakon? Or do you just wish to humiliate me?”

      “Humiliate you, how? By telling you how much I want you, even now, even after you walked out on me?”

      “But you don’t want me, you just want to have sex with me.”

      “That’s right. You don’t believe you’re attached to your body, or that your body is part of you. Instead it’s a separate entity, which makes me think of a headless chicken—”

      “Don’t be rude.”

      “Then stop jumping to conclusions. Just because I like your body, doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate the rest of you.”

      “Humph!”

      His eyebrows shot up, his expression mocking. “Is that the best you can do?”

      She crossed her arms over her chest, her chin jerking up. “I get nowhere arguing with you.”

      “Very wise. Much better to just dispense with the clothing and let me have what I want.” He paused, and his gaze moved slowly, suggestively over her. “And what I know you want, too. Not that you’ll admit it.”

      Her chin lifted another notch. “And what do I want?”

      “Satisfying sex without pushing the limits too far.”

      Dark pink color stormed her cheeks. “Without pushing the limits at all.”

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