The Gold Collection: A Bride For The Taking: Distracted by her Virtue / The Lost Wife / The Brooding Stranger. Maggie Cox

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СКАЧАТЬ else to live. Can you imagine it? The thought filled me with absolute horror. I had to run away so that he wouldn’t try and force me. That day, when you first saw me, I thought you were someone he’d hired to come and find me and snatch Charlie. If he ever finds out where I am he could—he might—’

      ‘Hey …’

      Jarrett drew the pad of his thumb down over her cheek, and the look in his intense blue eyes along with the enticing flare of heat that his touch instigated inside her made Sophia sway a little closer towards him.

      ‘Stop scaring yourself. You and Charlie are safe now,’ he told her. ‘I’ll do everything in my power to make sure of that.’

      ‘Why? Why would you do that for me?’ The lid she’d tried so hard to keep firmly shut down on her emotions when she was with other people suddenly flew open, and she couldn’t stop the slow track of scalding tears that started to spill down her face.

      ‘You don’t really need to ask me that … do you?’

      His carved masculine mouth formed a knee-trembling smile that could melt a heart of stone, and although bruised and battered Sophia’s heart was neither stony nor hard. She was ripe for a little tenderness, even though she’d sought to arm herself against it.

      No further reflection was necessary as Jarrett laid his lips over hers in a kiss that started off on a slow-burning simmer and then quickly turned into a conflagration of passion and need. Again and again she gasped breathlessly into his mouth, needing to taste him, needing to feel the ravenous demand of his warm lips and hot tongue, meeting it with her own helpless craving, almost swooning with pleasure as his big hands dived into her hair and freed her still damp plaits. In response, her arms wound themselves round his lean hard middle to keep her steady.

      The realisation that hit her like a tidal wave was that her sexual need hadn’t been completely deadened by her husband’s cruel behaviour, as she’d believed. His cutting taunts and profligate behaviour had killed her desire very quickly once they were married. By the time she’d learned she was pregnant with Charlie the mere idea of her husband’s hands coming anywhere near her body had been like agreeing to imbibe poison. Now, with Jarrett, she felt like a neglected flower in a shaded part of the garden that had unexpectedly caught a shower of glorious summer rain just in the nick of time. If he had wanted to become more intimate with her there and then Sophia would have let him. Her usually highly maintained defences had been demolished by that first exquisite contact with his lips and the sensation of his body pressing hungrily against hers. He made her feel like a real woman again.

      It was Jarrett who poured the first drops of ice-cool water on the fire they’d made. Breaking off their passionate kiss with a rueful smile, he held her gently at arm’s length, and she knew that the sound of his fast and heavy breathing and the look of stunned pleasure on his face easily matched her own.

      ‘As much as I desire you—and it must be obvious to you by now that I do—I won’t take advantage of you when you’re clearly feeling vulnerable,’ he asserted, his glance flicking concernedly over her face. ‘When you’re feeling calmer, and know what you want without your thoughts and feelings being clouded by emotion … then—if you decide that’s what you want—we can have a more intimate relationship.’

      Her heart was thudding so hard inside her chest that Sophia couldn’t get an immediate grip on her emotions. Humiliation and shame slammed into her that she’d so stupidly exposed her need and vulnerability to Jarrett. Would he think it was no wonder that she’d ended up with a brute like her husband when she was clearly so desperate for love and affection … for sex?

      Twisting out of his arms, she shakily rubbed her face dry of tears. ‘Thanks for keeping a level head when I was clearly losing mine. I appreciate it. Now I’d better go. I have things to do at home. Like I said—I’ve started to convert a room into a darkroom to print my pictures and I really need to get on with it.’

      ‘Sophia?’

      ‘Yes?’ The command in Jarrett’s tone ensured her feet stayed firmly rooted to the spot when her preference was to escape as quickly as she could, so that she could go home and lick her wounds in private and examine why she had so eagerly let down her guard around him.

      ‘I want you … Make no mistake about that. But it’s not just sex that I want. What I want most of all is a relationship with you. I’d like to start by taking you out to dinner tonight.’

      ‘I don’t think that I—’

      ‘Don’t turn away from me. It’s time you returned to the land of the living and started to enjoy life again.’

      ‘The concept of enjoying my life feels like a million miles away right now,’ she confessed quietly as she ventured to meet his piercing gaze.

      ‘Well, maybe you can start by at least entertaining the thought. And by agreeing to go out to dinner with me tonight.’

      The tumult inside Sophia started to subside a little, so that she was at last able to think more clearly. After Tom she’d been certain that she would steer clear of men—particularly handsome men—for the rest of her life.

      With a trembling hand she brushed back the long waving hair that clung damply to the sides of her face. ‘All right. I’ll go out to dinner with you tonight. Satisfied?’ she added with a touch of feistiness. Because although she wanted more than anything to go out to dinner with Jarrett she had to be careful not to seem too eager.

      ‘After that kiss?’ His face assumed an exaggeratedly pained expression. ‘Not by a long chalk, sweetheart. Not when I think I’ve just discovered the true meaning of the word frustration!’

      ‘You were the one who put a stop to it.’

      ‘Very true.’ A muscle hitched in the side of his sculpted cheekbone, and this time his expression was deadly serious. ‘But I’m glad that I did. I want to get to know you, Sophia. I want you to get to know me. Isn’t that how all good relationships are meant to start out? With friendship?’

      She stared. The concept was alien to her … that a man and a woman could be friends before they were lovers.

CHAPTER SEVEN

      IN THE softly lit restaurant, with candlelight flickering between them, at the beautifully laid corner table that he had specifically reserved, Jarrett formed his hands into a steeple and rested his chin on it to study his companion more closely.

      It wasn’t just the muted lighting and candlelight that rendered her features beautiful. It was a face that he could never imagine growing tired of looking at. Just one glance into eyes the colour of new-mown summer grass with sweeping chestnut lashes was enough to kindle a lifelong fascination. But it didn’t hurt that Sophia’s other features were equally compelling—from the small, elegant nose, the strongly defined pretty mouth, right down to the gentle cleft in a firm chin that denoted an uncommon strength of character and resolve. And, by God, she must have had to employ both of those attributes in spades during a marriage that had surely been made in hell.

      He was still reeling at what she had told him. The truth had turned out to be much worse than he’d anticipated. The thought of her suffering at the hands of the sort of man her husband had been was enough to make a peaceable man like himself commit violence. In his opinion Tom had done her and Charlie a favour by dying suddenly like that. Still, СКАЧАТЬ