Be Mine: Sizzle / Too Fast to Fall / Alone with You. Victoria Dahl

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СКАЧАТЬ He, too, had put his glass down and was coming toward her. “Uh, Richard,” she began, and he put his arms around her and pulled her close. “I don’t think so,” she said, and he kissed her, his lips soft but firm on hers, holding her against him while she drowned in his kiss.

      When she came up for air, she was reeling. “Wait a minute,” she gasped, and he kissed her again, running his hands across her back, pulling her hard against him. She shoved him away.

      “You never listen,” she said.

      He stopped and said, “I’m sorry,” and tried to get his breath back, looking at her with a dizziness compounded equally from lust and adoration. He looks great when he’s dizzy, she thought. I’m dizzy, too. What am I doing?

      Then he touched her and said “I’m sorry” again, and she gave up and said, “That’s good enough for me.” She moved against him, running her hands across his chest and up and around his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers, kissing him hard, biting him on the lip. He kissed her back and then pulled his face away from hers and picked her up, dropping her into the middle of the thick white comforter and rolling onto it beside her. He kissed her neck, then the hollow of her throat, and then the warm place between her breasts, while she ran her fingernails over his back through his shirt. His lips left a trail of heat on her skin.

      “Sizzle,” she said, and laughed, and he did, too, and kissed her again.

      She felt the heat flow into her bone-deep, felt the sizzle everywhere he touched her, and she rolled as close as she could to him to feel his body hard next to hers.

      He unbuttoned her blouse, kissing the tops of her breasts above the lacy bra and making her shiver while he slid his hands beneath her back to find her bra clasp.

      “It’s in front,” she whispered, but he still ran his fingers along her back. “Richard, the hook is in front.”

      “What?” he murmured into her ear, not listening.

      She closed her eyes in irritation, but then he moved his tongue into her ear, and the sizzle down her spine made her forget her irritation. She unhooked her bra herself and then unbuttoned his shirt and ran her tongue over the hard muscles of his chest, and when he finally pulled her bra off, she rolled into him, relishing the heat of their bodies against each other.

      He pushed her back gently. “I’ve been waiting for this a long time,” he said, and bent over her, touching her nipples lightly with his tongue, first one then the other, finally sinking his mouth over her breast and sucking until she cried and twisted in his arms, the heat and need so great she had to move against him, hard against his mouth and hands, because he felt so impossibly good wherever he touched her. He moved his mouth to her other breast and tormented her until she was almost unconscious with lust for him. Then he slid his hand under her skirt to stroke the smooth silk between her legs.

      Any thought Emily might still have cherished of saying no disappeared. She writhed under his hand and reached for him, stroking down across his stomach with her hand until she felt him hard beneath the fabric of his clothing. She pressed against him, and he moaned and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

      When he moved his mouth to her throat, she gasped, “Richard, I—”

      “Not now,” he said, and moved his hand down her body.

      Not now? Emily felt herself grow even hotter from anger. Not now? Who the hell did he think he was?

      He pushed his hand into her panties and then slid his fingers into her, and she forgot she cared who he was and moaned at the sheer tormenting ecstasy of his hand.

      His doorbell rang.

      “Make love to me now,” she said to him. She crawled on top of him, pushing herself down on his hand. “I can’t believe how much I want you.”

      “Wait.” He moved his hand away. “I’ll get rid of whoever it is. I’ll be back.”

      “No,” she said, trying to hold on to him, but he slid out from under her, kissing her breast as he went and leaving her gasping on the bed. After a few minutes, she pulled herself up and saw herself in the mirror at the foot of the bed. Her French twist had loosened, her eyes were half-closed with lust and her mouth was bruised from his. She was naked to the waist, flushed with need for him.

      And he was in the living room, talking to someone.

      “I don’t believe this,” she muttered. She slipped off the bed, put her bra and blouse back on and tucked her hair back into some kind of order. Then she ejected the tape from the VCR and went into the living room.

      He was standing at the door talking to George, whose eyes went wide when he saw her.

      “Thanks for letting me use the VCR,” she said, pulling on her coat. “See you tomorrow.” She ducked around them both and walked rapidly toward the elevator. The doors slid open at once, and she got in.

      I can’t believe I did that, she thought. I can’t believe I almost did that. With Richard Parker. Who is beautiful, but sort of cold. Only he wasn’t cold tonight. Oh, my God, she thought. I really want him. She leaned back against the wall of the elevator and thought about how wonderful making love with him would have been. Except that he had to answer the damn door. She’d said no, don’t, but he knew best. He didn’t listen. The hell with him.

      She caught a cab home and then dreamed of him all night, making love to her to the sound of doorbells.

      * * *

      “AND WHAT DID WE DO that was so special yesterday?” Jane asked archly.

      “I had a bad night,” Emily snapped. “Say what you mean.”

      “Three dozen roses in a crystal vase on your desk. Here’s the card. It’s sealed so I couldn’t read it. You will, of course, show it to me because it would be too cruel of you not to.”

      The card read, “I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you. Richard.”

      “Fat chance.” Emily dropped the card into the wastebasket. She handed Jane the videotape. “Watch this tonight and see what you think. For product placement.”

      Jane promptly fished the card out of the wastebasket and followed her into the office as she read it.

      “Richard, huh? What did he do?”

      “It’s what he didn’t do.” The roses were lovely. She handed them to Jane. “Send these back to him.”

      “Boy, he must have really screwed up,” Jane said, taking the vase.

      Jane buzzed her twenty minutes later. “The Hun is on line three. Be gentle with him.”

      “Ha.” Emily punched three. “Yes?”

      “Emily, I’m sorry about last night.”

      “You should be.”

      “Let me make it up to you.”

      “Not even with rubies. Any man who would leave me for George—”

      “I just wanted to get rid of him so we wouldn’t be interrupted.”

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