Blackmailed Into a Fake Engagement / Tempted Into the Tycoon's Trap. Emily McKay

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СКАЧАТЬ “Full house, again.”

      She mentally swore. “You’re impossible.”

      “I work at it,” he said. “You owe me another favor.”

      She sighed and glanced at the monitor again. The horse had settled down. “I’ll think about that tomorrow,” she said quoting Scarlett O’Hara. “Time for me to go to bed.” She rose and he did too, standing mere inches from her. “Thanks for the amusement.”

      “My pleasure. You need to give me one of my favors now,” he said.

      A warning instinct flashed through her. “Why?”

      “It’s something I need to know for the interview,” he said, moving closer to her.

      She should step away from him, but for just a moment, his closeness felt good. “What?”

      He lowered his head closer and closer, taking her breath with each corresponding invasion of her space. “I need to know how you taste.”

      He gave her three agonizing seconds to protest or refuse, three seconds to turn back or pull away. But Gwen did none of those sensible things, because she wanted to know how he tasted, too.

      Five

      “You’ve already kissed me,” she said against his lips, distracted by the texture of his mouth, the sensation of his chest beneath her palm.

      “That didn’t count,” he muttered.

      Her mind scrambled like electrical circuits gone haywire as he rubbed his mouth over hers. Her body instantly heated and she craved more. She couldn’t remember when she’d felt this way before. Had she ever?

      “You taste like honey,” he said in a low voice and slid his tongue over her lips.

      Instinctively opening for him, she moved closer so that her breasts pressed against his hard chest. She couldn’t withhold a soft moan.

      He slid his powerful thigh between hers, and she felt a shocking spike of need. Distantly, she felt him move her against the wall. It was cool against her back, but he was so warm, so strong, so male. And somehow she knew he could take care of her sexually, maybe in every way. Was that possible?

      Her emotions ran from one end of the spectrum to the other. Should she stop? Should she go further?

      Luc slid his hand underneath her sweater and wrapped his hand around her waist. The sensation of his hand on her bare skin sent her equilibrium in to a tailspin.

      She slipped her hands up to his head, giving in to the urge to plunge her fingers through his hair. His groan was gratifying, and he brushed his hard masculinity against her. Sucking his tongue deeper into her mouth, she savored his taste, savored the sensation of him.

      Luc slid one of his hands down to her bottom, guiding her against his hardness while he skimmed his other hand up her rib cage to just below her breasts.

      She held her breath, dying for his touch. Her nipples strained against her bra. She fought the forbidden urge to pull off her sweater and feel her naked breasts against his bare chest. Her heart pounded against her ribs.

      She felt his hand slide to her back and felt the catch of her bra release. One. Two. Three seconds later, she felt his palm cupping her breast.

      Gwen sighed against his mouth.

      His thumb brushed her nipple and she gasped.

      “You feel so good. So good,” he said, French kissing her again.

      He rocked inside the cradle of her thighs, sending a shower of sensations firing through her bloodstream. She was shocked by the carnal need he drew out of her. Images of their bodies, naked and hot, writhing together, singed her mind. She could taste his wanting, his need.

      His hand slid underneath her jeans and panties, grasping her naked bottom at the same time she felt him caressing her breast.

      “Oh, my—” He broke off and thrust his tongue into her mouth.

      His heat pumped up her heat. She gave in to the urge to slide her hands beneath his sweater and feel his smooth, sleek skin.

      “You make me so hot,” he said against her mouth and swore. “I haven’t gotten this worked up since I was a teenager.”

      She rippled against him, desperately seeking more.

      He slid one of his hands between them. Seconds passed and he guided her hand down to touch him intimately. He was large and hard. She stroked him, driven by his desire, by her desire to please him.

      His breath caught, and she loved that he was just as affected as she was.

      “Are you sure you want this?”

      His voice whispered over her like a warm California breeze. Did she want this? Should she? How crazy was this?

      “Too fast,” she said breathlessly when a drop of rational thinking trickled into her brain. She pushed away from him and shook her head. “Too crazy. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

      He covered her mouth with his hand. “No apologies, ” he said, and she was compelled to look at him. She felt the searing connection with him again, and fought it, again.

      “We’ll be lovers,” he said with a confidence that should have sounded arrogant but instead was just rock-hard certain. “It’s just a matter of time.” He lowered his head and brushed his lips over her cheek. “Sweet dreams, Gwen,” he said and walked away.

      Gwen stood there for several breathless seconds. “Oh, wow,” she whispered and slid her fingers through her hair, clutching her head and closing her eyes. She racked her brain for when she’d felt this way before, but her brain would produce nothing.

      She and Luc were from different worlds now. She should not give in to temptation, but she didn’t know if she could let him pass by. The combination of his honor and his pragmatic understanding of Hollywood that meshed with the masculinity and power he emanated fascinated her. Gwen had the feeling that once she gave herself to him, she would never be the same, and she wasn’t sure what her world would look like after she made love with him. Should she resist? Could she?

      The next morning, Luc joined Gwen as she cared for the horses. She spent extra time with the expectant mare, now known as Pyrrha.

      Pyrrha pricked up her ears when Luc stood at the door to her stall, and she walked toward him. “Hello, beautiful,” he said to her, holding out his palm.

      Pyrrha whinnied and allowed him to stroke her. Feeling Gwen’s gaze on him, Luc looked at her. Irritation furrowed her lovely face. “Problem?” he asked.

      “I can’t believe it,” she said.

      “What?”

      “Even the horse recognizes that whole alpha thing in you,” she said.

      “Smart horse,” he said and grinned.

      She met his gaze and clearly tried, very hard, СКАЧАТЬ