Caught in the Act. Lori Foster
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Название: Caught in the Act
Автор: Lori Foster
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
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Mick had no response to that, other than a rush of heat. The thought of her watching him and wanting him fed his awareness of her, making it more acute.
She touched his throat, then slid her slender fingers over his uninjured shoulder. “I think,” she whispered, watching the progress of her hand, “that you’re about the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.”
If they’d been anywhere other than a hospital room, he’d have pulled her under him. He shifted, felt the pain deep in his shoulder and cursed.
She quickly pulled away, then poured him a drink of water and lifted the straw to his mouth. “Shh. This will help.”
Getting her under him would help, but he didn’t say so. He drank deeply, hoping the icy water would cool his urgency, return a measure of his control. It was insane to want a woman this way.
After setting the paper cup aside, Delilah again rested her hand on his chest. Her gaze locked with his. “Your heart is racing.”
“I’m horny,” he explained, because anything more eloquent was beyond him while she continued to touch him.
Her light blue eyes twinkled and her lush lips curled into a satisfied feminine smile. “No sex for you, at least not until you’re healed.”
That “not until” stipulation—which pretty much guaranteed he’d eventually have her—about stopped his heart. Without another word she leaned down and touched her mouth to his. She was gone before Mick could respond.
Her blue eyes were warmer, softer, and he rumbled, “Again.”
She looked at his mouth, bent, stroked his bottom lip with her hot little tongue. “Do you like that?” she breathed.
He groaned.
Still so close he tasted her breath, she asked, “You’re not married or anything, are you?”
“No.”
“At first, I was afraid Angel or Celia—”
“No.” Using his left hand, he touched her hair. Warmth, softness. “I love your hair.” He tangled his fingers in the silky mass and brought her mouth back flush with his.
“Thank you,” she murmured, and obligingly gave him the longer kiss he wanted.
Dull pain pushed at Mick, but he blocked it from his mind. It was nothing compared to the feel of her. “Open your mouth.”
She did, then accepted the slow, deliberate thrust of his tongue. He stroked deep, taking her mouth, exploring all the textures and heat, and the taste that was uniquely Delilah.
They both groaned.
Delilah pulled back. She touched his jaw and asked, “Did I hurt you?”
He had to stop this or he’d lose it completely. “Of course not.”
“I’m not married or anything, either.”
Mick, still on the verge of a meltdown, managed to lift a brow at that candid disclosure, and she shrugged. “I just thought you should know,” she said, her words coming in soft, uneven pants, “being as we’re…well, doing this.”
“This?” She stayed close and the scent of her, lighter now and touched with lotion and powder, filled him. He wanted to wrap himself in it, wanted to hold her close to his body until their scents mingled.
“The whole sex thing.” She drew a breath, but kept her gaze steady, unwavering. “I assume that’s where we’re headed. I mean, I’ll have you all to myself in my apartment and I want you. I assume you want me, too.”
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