The Princess Bride. Diana Palmer

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СКАЧАТЬ suddenly jerked her across him, his hands easing her into the crook of his arm as he bent his head to her body.

      “Sweet,” he whispered harshly, opening his mouth on her breast. “God, you’re sweet…!”

      She cried out from the shock of pleasure his mouth gave her, a piercing little sound that excited him even more, and her body arched up toward him like a silky pink sacrifice. Her hands tangled in his thick black hair, holding him there, tears of mingled frustration and sweet anguish trailing down her hot cheeks as the newness of passion racked her.

      “Don’t…stop,” she whimpered, her hands contracting at his nape, pulling him back to her. “Please!”

      “I wonder if I could,” he murmured with faint self-contempt as he gave in to the exquisite pleasure of tasting her soft skin. “You taste of gardenia petals, except right…here,” he whispered as his lips suddenly tugged at a hard nipple, working down until he took her silky breast into his mouth in a warm, soft suction that made her moan endlessly.

      His steely fingers bit into her side as he moved the dress further down and shifted her, letting his mouth press warmly against soft skin, tracing her stomach into the soft elastic of her briefs, tracing the briefs to her hips and waist and then back up to the trembling softness of her breasts.

      She found the buttons of his jacket, his silk shirt, and fumbled at them, whimpering as she struggled to make them come apart. She wanted to touch him, experience him as he was experiencing her. Without a clue as to what he might want, she tugged at the edges until he moved her hand aside and moved the fabric away for her. She flattened her palm against thick hair and pure man, caressing him with aching pleasure.

      “Here,” he whispered roughly, moving her so that her soft breasts were crushed against the abrasive warmth of his chest.

      He wrapped her up tight, then, moving her against his hair-roughened skin in a delirium of passion, savoring the feel of her breasts, the silkiness of her skin against him. His body was demanding satisfaction, now, hard with urgent need. His hand slid down her back to her spine and he turned her just a little so that he could press her soft hips into his, and let her know how desperately he wanted her.

      She gasped as she felt him in passion, felt and understood the changed contours of his body. Her face buried itself in his hot throat and she trembled all over.

      “Are you shocked, Tiffany?” he whispered at her ear, his voice a little rough as if he weren’t quite in control. “Didn’t you know that a man’s body grows hard with desire?”

      She shivered a little as he moved her blatantly against him, but it didn’t shock her. It delighted her. “It’s wicked, isn’t it, to do this together?” she whispered shakily. Her eyes closed. “But no, I’m not shocked. I want you, too. I want…to be with you. I want to know how it feels to have you…”

      He heard the words with mingled joy and shock. His whirling mind began to function again. Want. Desire. Sex. His eyes flew open. She was only twenty-one, for God’s sake! And a virgin. His business partner’s daughter. What the hell was he doing?

      He jerked away from her, his eyes going helplessly to her swollen, taut breasts before he managed to pull her arms from around his neck and push her back in her seat. He struggled to get out of the car, his own aching body fighting him as he tried to remove himself from unbearable temptation in time.

      He stood by the front fender, his shirt open, his chest damp and throbbing, his body hurting. He bent over a little, letting the wind get to his hot skin. He must be out of his mind!

      Tiffany, just coming to her own senses, watched him with eyes that didn’t quite register what was going on. And then she knew. It had almost gone too far. He’d started to make love to her, and then he’d remembered who they were and he’d stopped. He must be hurting like the very devil.

      She wanted to get out of the car and go to him, but that would probably make things even worse. She looked down and realized that she was nude to the hips. And he’d seen her like that, touched her…

      She tugged her dress back up in a sudden flurry of embarrassment. It had seemed so natural at the time, but now it was shameful. She felt for the straps and pulled the bodice up, keeping her eyes away from her hard, swollen nipples. King had suckled them…

      She shuddered with the memory, with new knowledge of him. He’d hate her now, she thought miserably. He’d hate her for letting him go so far, for teasing him. There were names for girls who did that. But she hadn’t pulled away, or said no, she recalled. He’d been the one to call a halt, because she couldn’t.

      Her face went scarlet. She smoothed back her disheveled hair with hands that trembled. How could she face her guests now, like this? Everyone would know what had happened. And what if Wyatt should come along in the Jaguar…?

      She looked behind them, but there was no car in sight. And then she realized that they were on King’s property, not hers. Had he planned this?

      After another minute, she saw him straighten and run a hand through his sweaty hair. He rebuttoned his shirt and tucked it back into his trousers. He did the same with his evening jacket and straightened his tie.

      When he finally turned back to get into the car, he looked pale and unapproachable. Tiffany glanced at him as he climbed back in and closed the door, wondering what to say.

      “I’ll drive you home,” he said tersely. “Fasten your seat belt,” he added, because she didn’t seem to have enough presence of mind to think of it herself.

      He started the car without looking at her and turned it around. Minutes later, they were well on the way to her father’s house.

      It was ablaze with lights, although most of the cars had gone. She looked and saw the Jaguar sitting near the front door. So Wyatt was back. She didn’t know what kind of car he was driving, so she couldn’t tell if he’d gone or not. She hoped he had, and his cousin with him. She didn’t want to see them again.

      King pulled up at the front door and stopped, but he didn’t cut the engine.

      She reached for the door handle and then looked back at him, her face stiff and nervous.

      “Are you angry?” she asked softly.

      He stared straight ahead. “I don’t know.”

      She nibbled her lower lip, and tasted him there. “I’m not sorry,” she said doggedly, her face suddenly full of bravado.

      He turned then, his eyes faintly amused. “No. I’m not sorry, either.”

      She managed a faint smile, despite her embarrassment. “You said it had to happen eventually.”

      “And you wanted it to happen with me. So you said.”

      “I meant it,” she replied quietly. Her eyes searched his, but she didn’t find any secrets there. “I’m not ashamed.”

      His dark eyes trailed down her body. “You’re exquisite, little Tiffany,” he said. “But years too young for an affair, and despite tonight’s showing, I don’t seduce virgins.”

      “Is an affair all you have to offer?” she asked with new maturity.

      He pursed his lips, considering that. “Yes, I think it is. I’m СКАЧАТЬ