No Other Love. Candace Camp
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Название: No Other Love
Автор: Candace Camp
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Исторические любовные романы
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“That is typical of a man—noble or low. ‘Tis not the same for a woman.”
He let out a bark of laughter again, but this time it had little amusement in it. “Women would have us think so.”
“Oh, and I suppose that you know better than I how a woman feels or thinks?”
“I am more honest about it.”
“Your arrogance is astonishing.”
“It isn’t arrogance to speak the truth. Women like to pretend that they feel no desire unless their heart is engaged, that they marry for love, not wealth or position. The truth is that they marry for well-calculated reasons, and their passion can burn quite hot without the spark of love.”
“Then I must be an odd woman indeed, for it is not that way with me.”
“You lie through your pearly white teeth,” her companion responded without heat.
“How dare you imply that—”
“I imply nothing. I say it outright. You are not speaking the truth, and you know it. Do you feel love for me?”
Nicola quirked an eyebrow at him. “Hardly.”
“Yet last night you responded to my kiss with passion.”
“What nonsense.” Nicola could hear the lack of conviction in her own voice.
“You and I both know that it is not.” He reached out and grasped her bridle, pulling her horse to a halt with his. He leaned toward her, his face unnervingly blank, half-covered as it was with a mask, in contrast to the hot spark in his eyes. “I kissed you, and you kissed me back, even though you did not love me—indeed, were not even acquainted with me. You did not even know my name, yet your lips quivered and melted beneath mine.”
“A man’s capacity for self-deception is boundless.” Nicola’s stomach fluttered, though she strove to keep her tone cool and unconcerned. “I slapped you, if you will remember, yet you term that response passionate? Passionately angry, perhaps.”
His hand curled around her wrist as he held her still, staring straight into her eyes. “How much of that anger was at me—and how much at yourself?”
Nicola could not conceal the shiver that shook her at his touch. “You presume too much.”
“I presume no more than you feel.” He leaned even closer to her, his face only inches from hers. Nicola wanted to look away, to pull her arm from his grasp, yet she could not. She could only gaze back at him, exerting all her will to keep her eyes steady and cool.
“No.”
“Kiss me, then, and tell me you feel no passion. No desire. Show me how only love moves your body.”
“I do not wish to kiss you,” Nicola protested, knowing as she did so that she was lying. A strange heat flooded her insides even as her hands turned freezing, and all she could think about was his mouth, exposed beneath his half-mask, the bottom lip full and eminently kissable, hinting at passionate delights. She remembered how his mouth had felt against hers, and deep down she knew that she wanted to feel it again.
He smiled in a knowing way, and in the next instant, his mouth met hers. It was just as it had been the night before: his lips were warm and velvety, searing her with heat and a strange, shivery delight. She could not conceal the long shudder of pleasure that ran through her, and he made a sound of satisfaction deep in his throat at her response. His arm went around her tightly, lifting her from her saddle onto his horse in front of him. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her into his chest, as his mouth continued to conquer hers. Nicola leaned against him quiescently, a trifle stunned by her own response.
She had told herself that last night had been a fluke, that she had kissed him with a fervor that had been somehow born of that time and place and would never happen again. But she had been fooling herself, she knew now. This kiss touched her like fire, too, a strange fire that both consumed and fed her, that made her burn not only where his lips touched her but deep inside herself, as well. It was both wonderful and frightening, magical in its effect. Nicola felt a stranger to herself, yet she could not bring herself to want to return to the woman she knew.
Her arms went up and encircled his neck, and his kiss deepened, all lightness and mockery vanished in the flaming heat of passion. His lips dug into hers, opening her mouth to him, and his hand came up to anchor itself in her hair, holding her captive to his marauding lips and tongue. But she had no desire to escape him, only to taste more and more of the delight his mouth offered. She pressed her lips against his, her tongue meeting his in a delicate, sensual dance. She felt the shudder of his response as he let out a long, yearning sigh, and it stoked the fires of her passion even more.
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