The Dare Collection April 2019. Nicola Marsh
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Название: The Dare Collection April 2019
Автор: Nicola Marsh
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon Series Collections
isbn: 9781474095488
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I’d thought he wouldn’t do it, but he had, and now Ajax King was kissing me. Those beautiful lips I’d traced with my finger mere moments ago were now on mine and they felt...oh, God, amazing.
He must have been drinking coffee at some point, the taste dark and rich, combining with a heady flavour that was all Ajax. It was delicious. I couldn’t get enough.
The kiss was hard and yet somehow soft at the same time, his tongue tracing the seam of my mouth, getting me to open for him. And I shuddered in helpless reaction, lightning striking all over my skin, sending goosebumps racing everywhere, leaving me helpless to do anything but give him what he wanted.
This was nothing like the brief brush of his lips in the car a few days earlier. This was as similar to that as a candle flame was to a forest fire.
His tongue pushed into my mouth, beginning to explore me slowly and deliberately, and with so much heat I began to shake.
I pressed my palms to his hard chest, gripping onto the warm cotton of his T-shirt, holding on tight. A deep moan of pleasure escaped me.
I didn’t know what had made him change his mind, but I didn’t want to question it. I just wanted more.
And he seemed to understand, moving so I was pinned between him and the closet door, deepening the kiss, controlling it with such effortless mastery I nearly swooned.
Correction, actual swooning was already happening, my knees weak, my hands clenching even tighter in the cotton of his shirt just to stay upright.
I couldn’t control myself any more. It had become impossible. I’d been without physical closeness for so long, thinking about him constantly for two days straight, craving his touch so badly I couldn’t stop.
I tipped my head back, opening my mouth to give him greater access, at the same time as I tried to kiss him in return, wanting more of his heat and intoxicating flavour. Wanting more of his touch and his scent and the feel of him against my skin.
But I had no idea how to get it.
I tried to pull him closer, tugging on his T-shirt, but he wouldn’t move, making me groan in frustration.
But then he cupped my jaw in one of his big, warm hands and kissed me harder, deeper, nipping at my bottom lip, changing the angle, turning the kiss into something so unbearably erotic I wondered if it was possible to come from kissing alone.
It wasn’t enough, though. I arched my back against the closet door, trying to press myself into his hard body.
He ignored me, lifting his mouth from mine and, when I tried to follow, his fingers on my jaw tightened, holding me in place.
I was panting and I didn’t care. ‘Don’t stop.’ My mouth felt deliciously swollen and a little bruised from that kiss. ‘Please.’
The electricity in his gaze crackled over my skin, the heat burning in the depths of all that winter blue undeniable. There was a flush to his high cheekbones, a slash of red that told its own story, and I could hear his ragged breathing.
He wanted me. It was obvious.
‘No,’ he said.
Ajax
IMOGEN WAS LOOKING up at me, her eyes wide and dark, her delectable mouth all red from my kiss. Her hands were gripping the front of my T-shirt so tightly it was like she was afraid to let me go, her chest rising and falling fast and hard. The scent of roses and the faint musk of feminine arousal were winding tight around me, making my breath catch.
I shouldn’t have kissed her. Why the fuck had I?
All I’d meant to do was ask her why the hell she was in my room after I’d explicitly told her she wasn’t allowed up here.
But then she’d touched me. Despite my very real anger, she’d simply put up her small hand and those delicate fingers had run along my jaw, lightly, gently. And she’d looked at me as if she’d never seen anything like me before in all her life. As if I was fascinating to her.
People were afraid of me. They were never fascinated by me.
For some women my reputation was a turn-on and I was a trophy. Bedding the most dangerous man in Sydney had a certain status factor.
Yet there was no fear in Imogen, either of me or my anger, and it got me hard. The way she’d begged me to kiss her, because her first kiss should be with someone she wanted...
Hell, how could I deny her?
You wanted to kiss her. Two days and she still affects you as badly as she did the night you kidnapped her.
She did. That was a fact. And fuck, I did want to kiss her. So why shouldn’t I?
It was only a kiss...
Except now I was hard as a rock and the scent of her was driving me crazy. And there was a part of me that had forgotten about the goddamn big picture. That wanted nothing more than to lift her against the closet door and fuck us both into the middle of next week.
Except her virginity was the leverage I needed against her father and if I took it, that leverage would be gone.
There are other methods you can use to get rid of him.
Sure there were. But those were Dad’s methods and I didn’t use them. I was better than that.
So what? You can fake a doctor’s certificate if need be.
Yeah, but I’d given my word as a King that I wouldn’t touch her and that still meant something.
You know White doesn’t give a shit about your word.
He might not, but I did. The King name was mud in this town and my brothers and I wanted that to change. And that meant standing by our promises, keeping to the agreements we’d made.
And going back on my word would make me no better than Dad.
‘No? Okay then.’ The disappointment in her voice caught at me. ‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked for a kiss. I just...’
The skin of her jaw beneath my fingertips was very warm and her hair brushing the back of my hand where I held her was very soft. It felt silky, and I caught a faint suggestion of what it would feel like spread over my chest.
I couldn’t lie, couldn’t tell myself I didn’t want her. But those big picture goals were more important than what I wanted for myself and always would be.
I couldn’t sacrifice them for a couple of hours in bed with a woman, no matter how lovely she was.
‘You just what?’ I prompted, trying not to let myself become mesmerised by her pink mouth and the little mole just above it. She’d tasted sweet when I’d СКАЧАТЬ