Kiss Me Forever. Rosemary Laurey
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Название: Kiss Me Forever
Автор: Rosemary Laurey
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Эротическая литература
isbn: 9781420119459
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“Forget it. People have called me a lot worse. The kids in the village call me ‘Pirate’ behind my back. It doesn’t matter.”
“What happened?”
She wasn’t asking about the inn at Deptford. But she was. And she’d never believe the truth. “It happened a long time ago—when I was young and playing dangerously. With one good eye, I have eighty percent of my vision. It’s little more than an inconvenience.”
Her white teeth still pulled at her soft lip. In a minute she’d draw blood. He couldn’t let her. The scent of her blood would drive him crazy. He traced a finger over each curved eyebrow, smoothed her cheeks, tilted her chin, bent his mouth to hers and eased her lips away from her teeth.
Warmth and sweetness. She tasted like honeysuckle nectar on a June night. She curved warm into him like sunshine on marble. Her tongue met his and she moaned like aspen trees sighing in an afternoon breeze. She was everything that life had to offer and he was four hundred years dead. He pulled away gently, brushing his lips on her heated forehead. With her, he almost felt like a man again, and that would be dangerous for both of them.
“If we’re not careful, we’ll forget why we’re here,” he said, stepping back, just a half step.
“Why are we here?” she asked, her eyes glinting as her mouth twitched, her lips still swollen from his kisses.
“Flirt!” he said, still holding one hand but stepping back to arms’ length. “The men in America must be desolate without you.”
She laughed without a trace of amusement. “It wasn’t quite like that.” She pulled back her hand, as if a memory hurt. “Now, what did you want to look for?”
She was right. Keep it casual. He only hoped he could.
“I’m interested in paranormal and magic.” He ignored her rising eyebrows, although his thumbs itched to smooth them. “Anything on witchcraft, magic, sightings, vampires.” He tucked the last in as an afterthought.
“You believe in all that stuff? I thought you were kidding last night.”
“I’m prepared to believe anything I haven’t disproved.”
“Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ll look. If you really want me to.” She made no attempt to hide her surprise. But then she never seemed to hide anything. She was open as a rose in summer and just as fragile.
Together they searched the stacks and assembled a small mountain of books on the wide library table. “Quite a collection,” Dixie said, giving the heap an uncertain eye. “You won’t get through it all today.”
“May I presume on your hospitality some other day?”
She shrugged. “Whenever. I’ll be here, or at least in and out. You can’t phone I’m afraid, but the books are yours if you want them. I’m not into that stuff. I’ll get them valued.”
He held out his hand. “Agreed.”
“Shall we settle the deal with a cup of tea?”
He shook his head. He’d only just absorbed the coffee. His body couldn’t handle any more. Not in daylight. “I’ll skip it.”
She left to fix tea, and he found a corner away from the last afternoon sun. In a couple of hours it would be dusk.
“See you tomorrow,” he said as he waved good-bye, a tall lean silhouette in the dusk. Dixie left shortly afterwards, leaving all the lights on and the shutters open. The house shone like a beacon across the village green, but it should keep unwanted visitors away. She planned a long shower to clear the grime and dust away, and then a nice quiet supper at the Barley Mow. And she’d make a point of not thinking about how Christopher kissed.
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