Daring in the Dark. Jennifer Labrecque

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СКАЧАТЬ Or maybe it was just him. This proximity had him near daft.

      “Okay. Lead the way.” Sod it if he sounded harsh. Better she think him rude than randy.

      He walked behind her, keeping a firm grip on her hips, trying to ignore the sweet sway beneath his fingertips. Wouldn’t she be impressed? While she fought off a panic attack, he was getting a stiffy from merely touching her and inhaling her scent with every breath he took.

      In the room behind them Tawny’s cell phone rang. She hesitated, tensing, turning slightly in the direction of the ring. Simon tightened his hold on her. “Just keep going. We don’t have a chance of getting to it before it goes to voice mail. Not to mention banging the hell out of us along the way.”

      They resumed their dark journey. Almost immediately Simon’s cell vibrated at his side. “Hold on. Someone’s ringing me.” He plucked his cell off his side and flipped it open one-handed, keeping the other hand on her hip. “Thackeray here.”

      “Simon, are you with Tawny?” Elliott asked without preamble.

      “Yes. She’s right here.”

      “I just tried to call her and she didn’t answer.” Elliott’s voice held a petulant note.

      “It’s pitch-black in her apartment. She couldn’t get to it in time. Where are you?” Bugger, Elliott. He should be the one here with his hand on Tawny’s hip, tortured by the feel of soft flesh and her womanly scent. Except it wouldn’t be torture for Elliott because she wasn’t off-limits to him.

      “I’m at the gallery. We don’t have any lights either.”

      “Why are you there? What’s going on?”

      “I don’t think we’re under siege, if that’s what you mean. I think it’s one of those blackouts like we had a couple of years ago. I was running late. Richard and I had a few things to iron out and then everything shut down.”

      Simon welcomed the dark. Tawny couldn’t see the expression on his face. He didn’t give a farthing about Richard and Elliott’s details, but if Elliott had been here with take-out Thai as arranged, then Simon wouldn’t be holding on to Tawny in the dark. Alone. Tempted nearly beyond measure.

      “Excellent. How long do you think it’ll take you to get here?” Simon asked, deliberately keeping his voice neutral.

      “We’re locked in. When the electrical system is compromised, the security system goes into total lockdown.”

      This was getting better and better. “You’re locked in at the gallery?”

      “That’s it in a nutshell.” Simon heard the murmur of another man’s voice in the background followed by Elliott’s breathless laughter. “Listen, you don’t have to stay with Tawny. I’m sure she’ll be okay.”

      Hot anger lanced him at Elliott’s careless, cavalier regard for Tawny. This afternoon he’d been annoyed with Elliott. Now Simon was furious with his friend. Did he not know or simply not care that the woman who met life head-on was terrified of the dark while he was cozied up with his new lover? What the hell had he been doing hanging out with Richard instead of meeting at Tawny’s the way he’d set it up? Where did Elliott get off taking that proprietorial tone when he told Simon he didn’t have to stay? And there was no way he could say any of that to Elliott with Tawny listening.

      “Of course, I’ll stay with her until the power’s back on. I wouldn’t dream of leaving her alone.”

      She moved closer to him, and without thinking he tightened his hand on her hip. They’d both shifted during his phone call and now her left hip nudged his, his hand was still on her other hip, his arm wrapped around the curve of her back. This was bad—very, very bad. How long would he be trapped in this apartment with this woman who drove him crazy? Who touched him somewhere deep inside? Who seemed to slip past every barrier he’d ever erected? His body thought it brilliant, his mind recognized it as a big mistake.

      “No. I said you don’t need to stay,” Elliott snapped.

      What the hell? Simon didn’t want Tawny to know Elliott was so bloody self-absorbed that he’d have Simon leave her alone in a blackout. Better that his selfish friend appear the considerate fiancé he should be than wound her with the truth. “Don’t give it another thought. I won’t leave until the electricity’s restored.”

      “Whatever. Go ahead and play Sir Galahad.” Elliott, the bastard, actually sounded peevish.

      Simon hung up on him and put the phone back on his hip. “That was Elliott. He’s fine. He thinks this is a blackout. He’s stuck at the gallery with the acrylics painter. In the event of an electrical failure, the security system locks down.”

      “Apparently Elliott asked you to stay. You don’t have to babysit me. I’ll be fine.”

      Piss it all. This was a fine conundrum. He’d never wanted to leave a place more in his life, to flee the hounds of hell nipping at his feet—those beasts of longing and desire that made it nearly unbearable to be in her presence. On the other hand, he didn’t think she relished being abandoned during a blackout and he couldn’t bring himself to leave her alone. He knew it had been sheer terror and a gut response when she’d clenched his hand earlier but now she didn’t want to be an obligation.

      “I know I don’t have to stay, but I’d rather not have to make my way home without benefit of the subway. Do you mind if I stay until the power’s restored?”

      “Not at all. I’d like for you to stay if you want to.”

      He tried to lighten the moment. “Then it’s settled. You’re stuck with me until then.” Please let it be sooner than later.

      Her laughter sounded more relaxed and he knew he’d done the right thing. “Okay. Looks like we’re stuck with one another.”

      He wasn’t sure exactly how it happened, but in that moment…she moved…he moved…in the inky black, and his hand closed over her breast. For several stunned moments he could only stand there, his hand wrapped around her soft breast, her nipple stabbing against his palm through her shirt material.

      Like a sudden summer storm, the atmosphere shifted and thickened. A sexual charge pulsed between them. For one daft moment, he could have sworn she leaned into his touch, pushed her pebbled point harder into his hand. Want slammed through him, his universe reduced to the feel of her breast in his palm, the hot desire that left him rigid. She uttered a muted, in-articulate sound. He wasn’t sure if it was a moan or a protest, but it served as a dash of cold water.

      He yanked his hand away. “I’m sorry. That was an accident.”

      “Of course it was…I’m sure…you’d never…”

      “How far are we from your bedroom?” he asked, his tone as tense as his body.

      “Simon…”

      She thought he only had to touch her breast and he was ready to throw her down and have his wicked way with her? Ready to fondle her and taste her until she was so caught up in their passion she’d forget all about the dark? Unfortunately she was right. And if she was his, he’d do just that. But she wasn’t his. “The window—that’s where the window is, isn’t it?”

      “Yes.” СКАЧАТЬ