Dark Ransom. Sara Craven
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Название: Dark Ransom
Автор: Sara Craven
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
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She slapped the marauding hand away. ‘How dare you?’
Sighing, he began to unbuckle his belt. ‘A little modesty can be charming,’ he said. ‘But too much becomes tedious.’ He stripped off his trousers and threw them after the shirt. ‘You will find me generous, Carlotta,’ he added almost casually. ‘But don’t imagine a show of reluctance will force up the price I’m prepared to pay.’
For a moment Charlie thought she could hear thunder again, but it was only the beat of her own heart, harsh and erratic, filling her head, filling her mind, making it impossible for her to think coherently, to act …
But she had to—had to. She should make a run for it, she thought wildly, but the enveloping sheet was wound round her like the tendrils of some man-eating plant. And, if she could scramble free of it, where could she go, naked and barefoot? She was in the middle of a jungle, miles from any help she could count on.
Somehow, somehow she would have to reason with him.
She sounded young and very breathless. ‘Senhor—you’re making a terrible mistake. I don’t—I’m not …’ She gulped some of the hot, languid air and tried again. ‘I … just met Fay Preston on the boat. I agreed to deliver a letter, that’s all. I—I had no idea …’ Her voice faltered as she saw his cynical grin, because that wasn’t the exact truth, and she knew it.
He said silkily, ‘And you just … happened to ask for me at the hotel—and then you … happened to go with my men? A whole series of mistakes. Is that how it was?’
She nodded desperately. ‘Yes. Oh, how can I make you believe me?’
‘You cannot,’ he said succinctly. ‘And this pretence of yours wearies me.’ The dark eyes glittered dangerously down at her. ‘Especially when there are other … more pleasurable ways of achieving exhaustion, querida.’ His hands moved to his hips to strip off his remaining covering, and Charlie twisted on to her side, cursing the strangling sheet, closing her eyes almost convulsively. She felt the mattress dip as he came to lie beside her.
She said huskily, ‘If you touch me I’ll scream.’
‘And who is there to hear you—or to care?’ Impatience mingled with amusement in his voice. ‘I hope you have strong lungs, carinha, because I intend to touch every inch of you.’
‘Oh, God.’ Her voice cracked. ‘You don’t even want me …’
He laughed. ‘Ah, does that rankle with you, my little one? I regret if my reaction was less than tactful when we first met. I promise I am becoming more reconciled to your presence with every moment that passes.’
Strong, deft hands rid her of the encircling sheet and gathered her into his arms.
Charlie’s mind and body recoiled from the contact in shocked outrage. Her sole experience of men so far had been a few fumbling kisses at parties, generally from those who’d been unable to get to Sonia and were salving their disappointment. Charlie had put up with them politely, but there had never been any stir in her blood, no chemical reaction with any of them to cause her the slightest regret when they had walked away, as they inevitably had.
All she knew of sex was what she’d learned in school biology lessons. And now, in a few shattering moments, that safe, sheltered world had been destroyed. She was in bed with a man—a stranger, naked in his arms, the hard urgency of his flesh against hers spelling out an imperative message even her innocence could interpret.
Oh, God, this couldn’t be happening to her. It couldn’t …
Some still, cold voice in her head warned her not to fight him. He was infinitely stronger than she was, the muscles in his shoulders and arms like whipcord. If she struggled then he might respond with violence, and she would be damaged—emotionally, at least—forever.
Whereas if she … let him …
If she closed off her mind, her senses and her emotions—everything that went to make up the real Charlotte Graham—then nothing could really happen to her. She could stop thinking … stop feeling … retreat to some hidden place inside herself and wait until the storm was over.
It was just a meaningless physical act that was going to take place. It couldn’t touch her as a person at all.
He said softly, ‘How sweet you feel, querida. How smooth and cool, like water in a desert.’ His hand captured her chin, turning her face up to his, and he kissed her on the mouth, his lips warm and tinglingly sensuous.
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