Only Yours. Сьюзен Мэллери

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СКАЧАТЬ had nearly set and she was wondering if she’d been an idiot.

      Buying him dinner had seemed like the least she could do. After all, he’d saved her nephew. For him, it was probably no more than part of his regular day’s work. But for her and her family, it had been a miracle. She wanted to say thank-you, and providing dinner had been a start. It was also possible she was curious … maybe even intrigued by the thought of seeing Simon again in private. There was something about him, something about the way he kissed her. Something about the way he’d looked at her in the hospital waiting room. She couldn’t define it, but she found she liked it.

      She checked her watch again. She would wait until eight-twenty, then leave. She dropped her arm to her side, only to see Simon walking toward his car. He saw her and came to a stop.

      She tried to read his expression and couldn’t. She had no idea what he was thinking, which meant she began to question herself and her decision. Maybe bringing him dinner had been a bad idea.

      He began walking again, only to stop when he was a few feet in front of her.

      “What are you doing here?” he asked.

      His tone was neutral. There wasn’t any emotion in his eyes. She shook her head. That wasn’t true. Plenty of emotions swirled in his eyes, she just couldn’t read them.

      “I heard that you’d been in surgery most of the day. You haven’t gotten a break at all or a chance to eat.” She held up the bag. “You must be exhausted. I brought you dinner. It’s from the Fox and Hound. They make a great stew. And there’s bread and a salad.”

      “Aren’t you feeding me tomorrow?”

      “That’s my mom. This is from me.”

      Okay, so this hadn’t been her best idea. The poor man probably thought she was stalking him. She wished she could think of something clever to say. Something smart and funny. Anything that would stop him from staring at her.

      “I didn’t know you were a triplet,” he said.

      “For as long as I can remember.” She smiled. “I have three brothers, so there were six of us. My mother stayed amazingly sane despite the chaos.”

      “You must’ve been impossible to tell apart when you were younger.”

      “We were. It was fun. Now we try to be different.”

      “You outgrew the need to try to fool everyone?”

      The tension in her body faded away. Well, that wasn’t completely true. The nervous tension was gone, but a different kind took its place.

      She was aware of Simon standing close to her. Of the lines of weariness around his mouth and eyes. But even with the exhaustion, he had an energy that drew her. She wanted to step into his embrace and hold him against her. She wanted his mouth on hers, taking her the way he had before, as if he couldn’t help himself. No one had ever wanted her like that. Being desired was more seductive than she had ever known.

      “By the time we were teenagers, we were ready to be more distinct.” She tilted her head. “What about you? Any brothers or sisters?”

      “No.”

      He said the single word with great finality. As if there would be no more discussion about family. At least not his.

      While she was trying to figure out what to say next, he opened his car and took the food from her. After setting it on the passenger seat, he straightened and faced her.

      “I don’t think coming to dinner tomorrow is a good idea,” he said. “I’m not the family type.”

      She didn’t know very much about him. Finding out he was an only child practically doubled her knowledge pool. But sometimes she was good at guessing about people. Her gut told her Simon spent most of his life alone, even when he was around others.

      “There’s no entrance exam. It’s dinner. You’ve done dinner before.”

      One corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he were going to smile. A flicker of anticipation danced through her.

      “Besides,” she continued, “you need a family dinner. It will do you good. Make you less stuffy.”

      “Is that how you see me?”

      “Sometimes. But not in a bad way.”

      He raised his eyebrows. “Because there’s a good stuffy?”

      “Maybe. It can work if you’re British.”

      Now he did smile. His whole face changed as the amusement turned him from merely handsome to completely irresistible. She supposed some women would be put off by his scars, but she barely noticed them.

      “I don’t do a very good accent,” he admitted. “Although I have a friend who’s British.”

      “You should practice the accent. Because women really love that. Not that the doctor thing isn’t working for you.”

      “The doctor thing?”

      “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. There you are, a good-looking doctor. Better yet, a surgeon. You’re like catnip.”

      The smile faded. He stared at her with an intensity that made her want to take a step back. She knew she’d said something wrong, but couldn’t figure out what it was. She didn’t think he was mad, exactly. But he was—

      He reached for her. His large, strong hands cupped her face, his thumbs lightly caressing her cheekbones. Then he was kissing her, his mouth on hers, claiming her with the passion she remembered from their last kiss.

      She was less startled this time, more ready to step closer and lose herself in the feel of his lips against hers.

      The heat was familiar, as was the need that rushed from him to her. She surrendered more quickly, putting her hands on his shoulders, then tilting her head so he could deepen the kiss.

      She inhaled the scent of skin and night and the faint smell of the dinner she’d brought him. He tasted of coffee and mint. Stubble lightly scraped against her skin.

      She was aware of the smooth wool of his suit jacket, the breadth of his shoulders, the tension in his muscles. Then he parted his lips and his tongue swept in to claim her.

      It was exactly as she remembered, she thought happily as desire flooded her. The erotic dance, the way he kissed her, as if desperate and starving. She answered stroke for stroke, letting his kiss sweep her away because getting lost had never felt so right.

      He dropped his hands to her waist and pulled her hard against him. She felt the strength of his body and had a vision of them naked together. Skin on skin. She shivered, her breasts becoming more sensitive, her nipples getting tight. Heat pooled in her belly before slipping lower.

      He dropped his hands to her hips. His fingertips lightly grazed the curve of her butt. Her belly came into contact with his groin and she felt his erection.

      She instantly wanted to touch him. No, that wasn’t it. She wanted to be on her back, naked, ready. She wanted СКАЧАТЬ