Sensual Encounter. Carole Mortimer

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СКАЧАТЬ wasting all this time thinking about Brian when she should have been sleeping. And she had been wasting her time, as she had for her five years with him, knew now that he was only interested in what a woman could do for him. And Coral Simpkins—Linton, now—had already done more for him in the two months they had been married than Kate ever could, Brian’s first exhibition being held at a prominent gallery in London. Needless to say, Kate hadn’t attended.

      A knock sounded on her bedroom door, and she turned sharply, her robe held up in front of her defensively.

      Jared came into the room. ‘I heard you moving about, so I knew you weren’t asleep. I’m just about to make some cocoa, would you like some?’

      She stared at him in astonishment. ‘It’s three-thirty in the morning!’

      ‘I know,’ he nodded, not looking in the least tired himself. ‘I thought you’d be asleep by now.’

      ‘I—–’ she shrugged dismissively, evading his searching gaze. ‘I’m just about to go to bed now. But help yourself to the cocoa.’

      ‘Thanks,’ he accepted lightly, turning to go. ‘By the way,’ his eyes gleamed with mischief, ‘your reflection in the mirror behind you makes the robe superfluous.’

      Kate spun round to see herself perfectly reflected in the mirror on her dressing-table, knowing her naked back must have been clearly exposed to Jared as he spoke to her. She turned back to him indignantly, only to find him gone, and sat down heavily on the bed, wondering what had possessed her to let him stay. And yet she had the feeling she hadn’t made that decision, that he had made the choice himself. Jared Rourke might be everything that she considered irresponsible, but he seemed to somehow bring things round to his advantage. Well, he would be gone tomorrow, and with luck she would never have to see him again.

      The ribbon that had secured her hair while she slept had come loose some time during the night, the long red tresses tangled about her face as she pushed them away impatiently, desperately trying to remember what was causing the feeling of oppression that had been with her as soon as her alarm woke her.

      Jared! Of course. Would he have left as they had agreed he should? There was only one way to find out.

      She got out of bed, pulling on her robe over her nightgown, quickly brushing the tangles from her hair before going out into the lounge. Jared lay asleep on the sofa, the radio still playing softly where he had fallen asleep with it on. Kate moved to switch it off, watching Jared to see if there were any sign of movement, but there was none. He was still fully dressed, only his short leather jacket removed to reveal the blue sweat-shirt, the long length of his legs stretched over the end of the sofa, too long to fit on it comfortably. He was going to ache all over when he woke up!

      When he woke up! That was the problem; he was still here, and he should have been on his way by now. Ben would only have to casually mention to Richard that her ‘brother’ was staying with her and that would be that. Richard might like to think of himself as sophisticated, but Kate doubted if he would accept another man—a man he would know wasn’t her brother!—spending the night with her when they had just become engaged.

      ‘Jared!’ She deliberately knocked his legs from the arm of the sofa, feeling a moment of regret but knowing the soft approach wouldn’t work with this man. Hadn’t he somehow persuaded her to let him stay in the first place against her better judgment!

      ‘What—Huh? What’s happening …?’ He came awake with a start, blinking up at her with bloodshot eyes, that and the dark overnight growth of beard on his chin giving him an unkempt look. ‘Kate …?’ He blinked his recognition of her, sitting up. to run his long fingers through his hair, its dark thickness falling back into its casually windswept style. ‘I’d only just fallen asleep,’ he looked up to complain.

      ‘Well, now you can go and sleep somewhere else,’ she told him without sympathy. ‘I’ll be leaving for work in a few minutes and I don’t intend that you should still be here when I go.’

      ‘Afraid I might make off with your jewellery?’ he mocked.

      ‘Most of what I own isn’t worth much,’ she assured him. ‘The only piece worth having I’m keeping right here,’ she held up her left hand.

      ‘You are?’ he taunted.

      ‘Yes,’ she bit out. ‘Now get your things together and leave. It’s first thing in the morning, and you made me a promise to be gone then.’

      He sat back, looking perfectly relaxed, the sweat-shirt pulled tautly across his chest. ‘My morning won’t begin until about midnight.’

      ‘The deal was my morning—–’

      ‘I don’t think that was specified—–’

      ‘My morning, Jared,’ she repeated firmly. ‘Now I’m going to take a shower and get ready for work. That gives you about twenty minutes.’ She went into the bathroom and closed the door, turning the key in the lock for good measure; she didn’t trust Jared an inch.

      When she came out of the bathroom she could smell coffee being percolated, the fresh aroma filling the flat. Oh well, she had given him twenty minutes, it was up to him how he filled that time. As long as he was gone at the end of it she didn’t mind.

      Her silky underwear lay in matching sets in her top drawer, the soft lacy bras and panties that she liked to feel against her skin.

      ‘Wear the black,’ remarked a husky voice behind her. ‘I always liked you in black.’

      She spun round, clutching her robe together over her nakedness. ‘Always, Jared?’ she mocked to hide her confusion. ‘Two days isn’t exactly a lifetime.’

      He had been leaning against the door-frame, now he moved away from it to walk slowly towards her, his gaze mesmerising. ‘It depends who you spend those two days with.’

      Kate took a step backwards at the determined glint in his eyes. ‘Will you stop this, Jared?’ She made her tone sound light. ‘We both know we mean nothing to each other.’

      ‘We don’t?’ He was stalking her now, like a cat stalks its prey.

      ‘No—–’

      ‘You mean something to me, Katharine Mary,’ he told her softly, very close now, recently washed and shaved, his hair brushed back damply, his shoes and socks back in place.

      She moistened her lips. ‘I—I do?’

      ‘Yes.’ He took her into his arms, moulding her to him to gently claim her lips with his, kissing her with drugging hunger. ‘I want you, my darling,’ he muttered raggedly against her throat. ‘I want you all the time. I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind for the last three months. How could I settle to a job in North America when you were all I could think about?’ His mouth claimed hers once again, deepening the caress with probing warmth.

      ‘No!’ Kate wrenched away from him, fastening the belt of her robe with shaking hands. ‘I’m going to marry Richard!’

      Jared thrust his hands into his denims pockets, his shoulders hunched over. ‘I don’t happen to agree with you,’ he challenged.

      She frowned, swallowing hard as he continued to meet her gaze. The steel was back СКАЧАТЬ