Public Affair, Secretly Expecting. Heidi Rice

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СКАЧАТЬ eyes narrowed and she looked even cuter—sort of like Bo Peep in a strop. ‘Don’t patronise me, Mr Brody.’

      He blinked, surprised by the ballsy comeback. No way was she a fan. ‘I’d really appreciate it if you’d stop saying my name so loudly,’ he said, keeping his tone light, even though this was the second time he’d had to mention it. ‘I’m in no hurry to draw attention to myself.’ Intriguing or not, she was turning into a bit of a liability.

      He glanced past her again to make sure she hadn’t given him away and spied the one person he didn’t want to see. ‘Damn.’

      She frowned and began to turn. Throwing his bag down, he grabbed her shoulders and shoved her against the pillar to get them both out of Pete Danners’s line of sight. His nemesis. The same freelance photographer had dogged him like a Rottweiler three years back and he had no desire to repeat the experience.

      ‘Don’t look round,’ he snapped. He propped his elbow above her head, trapping her body against his to look round the pillar. ‘If yer man over there sees me, this trip’ll be a misery.’

      Juno sucked in a sharp breath, so shocked she forgot to exhale.

      What was happening?

      One second she’d been staring into staggeringly blue eyes and thinking Cormac Brody was a lot better-looking than he had any right to be and quite as arrogant as she had assumed. The next she’d been pinned against his lean, muscular body.

      She got light-headed and remembered she needed air. One breath gushed out and she sucked in another. She could feel every single inch of him. The solid planes of his chest flattening her breasts. The long length of his thighs pressed to hers and the buckle of his belt, outlined against her stomach. The overwhelming scent of minty toothpaste and man suffocated her.

      ‘What are you doing?’ she panted, the outraged squeak muffled against his chest.

      She hadn’t been this close to a man in six years. By rights she should be screaming her head off. But right alongside the shock was the unfamiliar blast of heat that throbbed in every place their bodies touched.

      He moved back a fraction, still looking past her shoulder. She took another gasping breath.

      ‘He’s gone. Thank the Lord.’ The brush of his breath against her ear lobe had a shudder ricocheting down her spine. ‘I owe you one, gorgeous.’

      ‘I—I can’t breathe,’ she stammered, her teeth rattling.

      He yanked off his cap and the bold, unfathomable blue of his eyes fixed on her face.

      ‘What’s wrong?’

      You’re what’s wrong, she wanted to yell, but couldn’t say the words. She had to stop shaking first.

      He bent his head. ‘Relax, darlin’.’ One calloused palm settled on her neck.

      Her breath hitched painfully as he traced his thumb along her chin and then sank his fingers into her hair.

      She tried to say something, anything, but all that came out was a choked moan. His hand rested on her nape, holding her steady. ‘How about we try this?’ he coaxed, his lips so close she could taste the minty scent of his breath.

      Then his mouth slanted across hers.

      The second those firm lips touched hers, her pulse went haywire—as if she’d been plugged into an electric socket. Shock and something much more potent rocketed through her. Then his tongue slid over her bottom lip and a staggered groan escaped.

      She should push him away, her mind screamed. But when her palms flattened against his T-shirt, the muscles quivered beneath her fingers and her hands slid down the hard plane of worn cotton. Her lips parted and his tongue plundered. Fire flashed through her, pulsing in her sex, hardening her nipples—and incinerating the last semblance of coherent thought.

      He established a primal rhythm as her mouth opened wider to accept him. Then her tongue duelled with his, tentatively at first but getting bolder as the fire raged at her core. Strong, insistent fingers explored, slipping under her T-shirt, fanning her ribcage and making her buck against him as they caressed over-sensitive skin. Then she felt it. The thick ridge pressing into her belly.

      She struggled, trying to wrestle back control of her traitorous body, and he broke away.

      ‘Whoah. That was something else.’ His ragged breathing matched her own as he rested his forehead on hers. ‘We’d best stop, before things get out of hand.’

      Juno stiffened and shrank back as reality returned, dousing the last of the passion like a bucket of ice water.

      What had she done? After six years of contented celibacy, she’d snogged a complete stranger in the middle of Heathrow Airport. A stranger she didn’t even like.

      ‘Please, could you move your hand?’ she said, brutally embarrassed as his thumb continued to rub lazily across her ribs, perilously close to the underside of her breast.

      He drew his hand down, rested it on her hip. ‘How about we find somewhere we can continue this in private?’

      She fumbled with her T-shirt, frantically tucking it back into her jeans as blood surged into her cheeks. Did he think she was a prostitute or something?

      He put his finger under her chin, tilted her head back. ‘Is there something the matter?’

       Of course something’s the matter. A nymphomaniac just hijacked my body.

      She jerked free. ‘N-nothing’s the matter,’ she stammered.

      ‘You sure?’ His brows lowered. ‘You’re acting a bit strange.’

       You don’t know the half of it.

      ‘I have to go.’ She had to get away from those prying eyes and that harsh, too handsome face, before the nymphomaniac returned.

      His hand clamped on her wrist. ‘Now wait a minute,’ he said with irritating calm.

      She tugged, but the warm manacle only tightened. ‘I really have to go.’

      ‘You don’t kiss a guy like that and then just walk off,’ he said, not sounding the least bit perturbed by what they’d just done. ‘And what about the extremely important thing you had to discuss with me?’

      She opened her mouth to demand he let her go instantly. And then snapped it shut again.

       Oh, no. The wedding invitation.

      How could she have forgotten about Daisy’s wedding? And her mission?

      ‘Please, l-let go of my wrist,’ she stuttered, the words trapped behind the boulder of guilt stuck in her throat. ‘I have something for you.’

      He released her, a sensual smile on his lips. ‘I think we already established that.’

      Her blush intensified—and her nipples tightened. Damn him. How did he have that effect on her? ‘I’m not talking about sexual favours.’ She grabbed his wrist and slapped the envelope into his upturned palm. СКАЧАТЬ