A Thrill To Remember. Lori Wilde
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Название: A Thrill To Remember
Автор: Lori Wilde
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Blaze
isbn: 9781408932780
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What was happening to her, the woman who until tonight had never really cared that much about sex? Nothing had ever prepared her for this kind of concentrated, consuming hunger and desperate, painful need. She was flummoxed, stunned by the intensity of what was happening. Without even realizing it, she’d been searching for something to make her feel alive again, and now, here it was. With one explosive kiss Don Juan tapped into her secret yearnings and made her crave more. So very much more.
What had he done?
While her love-famished body wanted to find out where this irresistible delight might lead, her rational brain reminded her that she wasn’t the kind of woman who indulged in one-night stands. Neither a madam costume nor a single kiss, no matter how thrilling and mind-bendingly awesome, could change her into someone she wasn’t.
Sensing the shift in her mood, Don Juan slowly dragged his lips from hers. He was breathing heavily, his forceful blue eyes locked on her gaze, his mouth glistening wet from her moisture.
“You’ve stolen my control,” he murmured hoarsely into her ear. “And, I fear, my heart as well.”
This was part of the game, she reminded herself. He didn’t really mean that she’d stolen his heart. Nor did she want him to mean those words. This was about animal attraction, pure and simple. She wasn’t prepared for anything else.
To prove her point, she took his hand and lifted his index finger to her lips. In deliberate, measured increments, she slowly took his thick, round digit into the recesses of her mouth.
He groaned. Loudly.
The searing wet velvet of her tongue had him writhing. Oh, she was wickedly good. His cock bulged against his pants and he feared the seam was going to split right open. He couldn’t stand this torture a minute longer.
She looked up at him. Caleb watched her irises grow dark as velvet emeralds and her pupils widen with stark, desperate desire. She wanted him. Savagely.
And best of all, she didn’t know that he was the wealthy, unattached Bear Creek bachelor. She didn’t want him for his money or what he could buy her.
A surge of fire sped through his veins. Her bare thigh brushed his leather-covered one and he heard her hitch in her throat.
Unable to let the moment pass without indulging himself in one of his milder fantasies, he raised his hand and gently glided his rough fingers along the outline of her chin, relishing the soft smoothness of her feminine jaw, wondering what her cheekbones looked like beneath that sexy red-feathered mask.
They were face-to-face and chest-to-chest. A shadowy expression of pent-up passion clouded her gray-green eyes.
He reached up to touch her hair, his fingers almost trembling from the tension that was building layer upon layer, but she blocked his hand with hers.
“No. Don’t,” she said.
“Why not?”
“It’s a wig.”
“What color is your real hair?” he asked, aching to dispose of the wig and plunge his fingers through her sleek locks.
“Let’s not ruin the fantasy.”
“All right.”
He cradled her in his arms, all the while plumbing her ripe, rich mouth. She responded in kind, sending the flames of his libido higher and higher with each flick of her fiendish tongue. Her fingers traced enticing circles over his face and along the edge of his mask. He could feel the steady drubbing of her heart. He stared down into her eyes and felt himself falling, falling, falling.
Playfully, Klondike Kate bit his bottom lip and growled low in her throat, sending his control shattering into a million pieces.
“I need….” she whispered, and that was all she said. It was all she needed to say because he understood her perfectly.
“I know.”
His arousal matched hers. Their intrepid game had generated a craving in him he feared might never be sated, and he knew without words that she felt the same way.
Her lips parted and her eyes remained transfixed on his as if she were mesmerized. Slowly, she lifted her hands and softly traced her fingertips along his mouth. Her feathered touch triggered a reaction in him so potent he was ready to explode. As the real Don Juan most assuredly would have, Caleb took advantage of the situation and surrendered to his basic male instincts.
He kissed her again.
Soft, slow and sweet. Gently, tenderly. He knew if he didn’t approach this with care, his control would be shot.
Easy. Take it easy.
But what an almost impossible task it was not to slake their desire with rough, spontaneous pleasure.
“The skaters’ cabin,” she whispered.
“What?”
She nodded toward the clearing. “I saw a skaters’ cabin near the pond. This time of year it’s sure to be empty, and far more comfortable than the forest floor.”
He stared at her, incredulous. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
Bending down, she retrieved her fallen purse, tucked it under her arm, then raised her head to meet his gaze.
“Take me,” she said.
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