Call To Redemption. Tawny Weber
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Название: Call To Redemption
Автор: Tawny Weber
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Исторические любовные романы
Серия: A Team Poseidon Novel
isbn: 9781474080064
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“I can see the carved driftwood sign hanging over the door,” he agreed. “But since you’ve put the kibosh on that particular fantasy, I guess we’ll settle for the other one. A week of vacation pleasure. We’ll live in the moment, with no pressures and no expectations on either side. Except for pleasure. I have a lot of expectations when it comes to pleasure with you, Darby of no last name.”
His expression was easy, the look in his eyes promising that the pleasure he offered was more than anything she’d ever imagined. But there was something else there, Darby realized. She’d seen hints of it already, an intensity and guarded pain, that made her realize that while this little escape into fantasy was something she wanted, it was actually something Dominic needed.
A tickle in her belly joined the sexual tingles teasing her skin. Darby wasn’t sure what it meant. She recognized the attraction—the guy was gorgeous, after all. But there was something deeper pulling at her, tugging her heartstrings. Making her want to cuddle the man close and smooth away any pain. To give him a safe haven against the miseries she saw in his eyes.
Whoa.
Freak-out alert. Darby could feel her brain scrambling back from the concept of emotional anything.
Emotions led to feelings. Feelings led to pain. Pain led to debilitation. The kind that slayed hearts, destroyed families, ruined lives.
No can do.
No way.
No thanks.
Darby drew in a slow, deep breath, feeling as if she’d just backed away from a mental cliff on a windy day.
Emotions didn’t come into this, she assured herself. This thing, this week, it was all about the physical. Or, better yet, the fantasy.
“That’s exactly what I want,” she told Dominic, leaning forward take his hands in hers. “I want the fantasy. I want to lose myself in the pleasure of this gorgeous resort, this beautiful island and each other. I’d like to see what life is like outside of the world I usually live in.”
Dominic lifted both her hands to his lips, brushing a warm kiss over the knuckles of one, then the other. He smiled, his mouth still warming her skin.
“If it’s a fantasy you want, darling, it’s a fantasy I’ll give you. One you’ll never forget.”
Uh-oh.
Darby knew trouble when it was kissing her hand.
But this was vacation.
Her chance to prove that she had a life outside of work. A way to relax that she could actually enjoy.
So what if the guy was trouble?
Nobody was going to be hurt by this. They were both single, both free to enjoy themselves. And both interested, with a solid finish line already spelled out.
It was perfect.
For the first time in her life, she was ready to simply live in the moment. To grab on with both hands and ride it like a wild stallion, wringing every drop of pleasure there was to be had from it.
Talk about work-life balance.
Who knew it could feel so delicious.
BY THE END of dinner, Nic was mentally writing a thank-you note to whatever universal being had sent Darby his way. Fate, his guardian angel—and no way a man saw what he did and lived through it all without believing there was an angel watching over his ass—or, in his case, the god Poseidon, whom he’d pledged service to when he’d earned his trident.
Whoever, whatever, there was no question that they were looking out for him. Darby wasn’t just stunning, she was intriguing. There was an edgy sophistication in her demeanor that pricked at his curiosity and engaged his mind. As easy to talk to as she was to look at, she had a husky laugh, a wicked sense of humor and an easy sexuality that spelled interesting things for this week of living a fantasy.
Nic watched her lick the last smear of caramel from her spoon, liking the way she seemed to give her entire focus to enjoying experiences. Food. Drink. Flirting. So far, the woman seemed to embrace every sensual moment of them.
“The band is good,” she observed as the music drifted up from the lanai.
“They’ve got a solid reputation,” he agreed. Then, after a long moment, he asked, “Would you like to dance?”
His hesitance didn’t stem from reluctance to hit the dance floor. It was simply a matter of not bursting the fantasy bubble before they’d even got naked. The lead singer of the band currently rocking out an island version of “Welcome to the Jungle” was his cousin. If they went downstairs, there was no way his identity—or rather, his career, which was one and the same—would stay secret.
“Do you not like to dance?” Darby asked, resting her elbows on the table and leaning toward him with a teasing smile. “Are you self-conscious about your moves? Oh, I know. Maybe you’re one of those awkward, flailing dancers? Or do you give Frankenstein a run for his money?”
She added a jerky, stiff-armed shimmy that made him laugh.
“My moves are solid,” he assured her as he mimicked her stance to watch the candlelight dance highlights over her face. “And I promise, there’s nothing awkward about my body when I use it.”
Her mouth rounded in an O, even as her eyes narrowed as if she was imagining just how that’d feel.
Then, her hypnotic eyes locked on his, she arched one brow, pursed her lips and said, “Prove it.”
For all the fantasy talk, he’d figured it’d take them a few days to build to a climax...so to speak. He hadn’t thought he’d be proving anything tonight. He’d left his rack-’em-and-stack-’em days behind a decade ago. But, dammit, he’d never been able to resist a dare.
So, planning it out with the same quick thinking and detailed focus as he would any operation, Nic stood, holding out his hand to her.
“Shall we?”
“You’re going to show me your moves?”
“They’ll leave you begging for more,” he promised.
“I’ve got to warn you, I don’t usually dance with a partner.”
“You have something against moving against a partner?”
She gave a tut-tutting sigh even as she slipped her hand into his.
“Sadly, I’ve yet to find a partner who has the right rhythm to match my moves.”
Nic shot her a doubtful look and asked, “Are your moves really that awkward?”
Appreciation and humor danced in those big whiskey eyes for a moment before challenge took their place. With her head tilted to the side, СКАЧАТЬ