The Tycoon's Desire. Anna DePalo
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Название: The Tycoon's Desire

Автор: Anna DePalo

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Контркультура

Серия: Mills & Boon By Request

isbn: 9781408900758

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      He stopped her only so he could rid them both of their shoes and jeans. He peeled the denim off her in one fluid movement, taking along the underwear underneath.

      His hand splayed on her hip as they fell back onto the bed again and their lips met in a deep, hungry kiss.

      His hand caressed her leg, then moved to her inner thigh, making her tingle with anticipation.

      She tore her mouth from his. “Ah, Connor…”

      “Shh,” he said as his hand slid up to the juncture of her thighs. Holding her, his eyes steady on hers, his finger parted her and he caressed her inside.

      “Oh!”

      “Yes,” he said in a smoky voice. “Let me hear how it makes you feel, petunia.”

      She clutched his shoulders, his look of possession the last thing she saw as her eyes closed and her world spiraled beyond everyday sensation in response to the sure and steady rhythm of his hand.

      “Connor!” The cry was torn from her as she entered oblivion.

      When Allison floated back down to earth, Connor was lying next to her, facing her, his arm bent and his head propped up on his hand. His other hand was drawing lazy circles on her thigh.

      She looked down and he followed her gaze.

      “Yup, I still want you,” he said, a hint of humor lacing his voice.

      She looked back up at him. He was looking just a wee bit too pleased with himself, she decided. Giving him a coy look through her lashes, she said, “Well, thanks for everything,” and made to rise.

      Laughing, he pushed her back onto the bed. “Not so fast, princess. I think we have some unfinished business.”

      “Really?” She feigned innocence. “And that would be…?”

      Instead of responding, he drew her to him, his mouth coming down on hers, and she was lost again in the sea of emotion and sensation between them.

      He was the most magnificent man she’d ever been with. Connor’s physical size made her feel small and dainty despite her statuesque five-foot-eight frame. His scent—the warm muskiness of all-male—enveloped her.

      He kissed her deeply, hungrily, his mouth plundering. She opened her mouth to him even as he parted her legs, making room for himself.

      She reached down then and grasped his erection, stroking him until he released her mouth with a growl. “I’m about to come out of my skin, petunia.”

      “That’s what I was hoping for,” she teased.

      “You don’t have to hope anymore,” he countered, then smiled so wolfishly he made her giggle.

      He opened a drawer in the nightstand and retrieved a small foil packet. Turning back to her, he cleared his throat and said, “Before you jump to conclusions, I’m going to tell you that you’re the only woman I’ve ever brought out here with me.”

      She opened and shut her mouth.

      “And secondly,” he went on, “I didn’t bring protection along because I was sure of myself. I just thought being prepared wouldn’t be a bad idea given the fireworks exploding between us lately.”

      She felt ridiculously pleased about being the only woman he’d brought to his refuge in the Berkshires. She took the packet from him and, ignoring his surprised and then delighted look, rolled the protection slowly onto him.

      “Ah, Allison,” he sighed.

      She gave him a quick peck on the lips.

      He spread her legs then and positioned himself. “Last chance, princess,” he said and, despite his light-hearted tone, she knew he was holding himself tightly in check.

      In some ways, it seemed she’d been waiting for this moment her whole life. She’d be darned if she’d beat a retreat now—the consequences for tomorrow be damned. She was about to find out if the reality lived up to all her girlhood fantasies.

      “Not a hope, Rafferty.” She wrapped her legs about him and raised her hips.

      He groaned as he slid into her. “Ah, petunia—”

      She gasped, then sighed.

      He set a rhythm that she took up, meeting him with counterpoint thrusts, the momentum building in tandem with the tension between them until it burst forth and sent her spiraling into a starry darkness, her hands clutching spasmodically on Connor’s shoulders and feeling the thin sheen of sweat that had broken out on his skin.

      Dimly, she heard him give a hoarse groan and take his own release.

      Connor came back to reality slowly. He felt as if he’d been passed through a wringer; he was spent, his muscles weak with release. Paradoxically, he felt gloriously alive.

      Before tonight, he’d thought the sexual tension between him and Allison was a strong sign they’d be explosive in bed together.

      He hadn’t been wrong.

      He looked over at Allison. Her eyes were closed, their ebony lashes flickering against her fair skin. A slight smile played at the corners of her lips.

      She’d blown him away. If he’d had any clue, he wondered whether he could have resisted her as long as he had, even with the many reasons it made sense to do so.

      And that was the problem, he acknowledged. Those reasons had not gone away.

      His job was to protect Allison, not bed her. She was still the daughter of the couple who’d treated him as if he were a surrogate son. She was Quentin’s baby sister. Someone whom he, along with her brothers, had treated for years as if she were a spoiled brat.

      He closed his eyes. He didn’t—couldn’t—regret what had just happened. It had been the most glorious sexual experience of his life. But what was he supposed to say to Quentin next time he saw him? I slept with Allison and, hey, it was better than I ever fantasized?

      ‘Course, then he’d have to let Quentin deck him. He’d been asked to be her bodyguard, not her lover.

      And yet, the attraction between him and Allison had been simmering for a long time. The threat against her had simply been the match that had ignited the tinderbox that they’d shoved their attraction into so they could safely ignore it.

      He was going to have to tread carefully, that was for sure. Among other things, he had to figure out sooner rather than later who was making the death threats. After that, he could focus on figuring out what uncharted territory he and Allison had steered their relationship into.

      He glanced back over at her sleeping face. Whether Allison was going to admit it or not, what they’d started tonight wasn’t finished.

      Allison woke to the smell of fresh coffee. Had she set the automatic timer on her coffee pot?

      She rolled over and opened her eyes. Dark wood ceiling beams СКАЧАТЬ