A Forbidden Affair. Yvonne Lindsay
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Название: A Forbidden Affair

Автор: Yvonne Lindsay

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Контркультура

Серия: Mills & Boon Desire

isbn: 9781408977736

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      “Sometimes it’s better not to see, then, isn’t it?” he asked before leaning across the short distance between them and kissing her.

      Their lips touched in a burst of heat and desire, his every nerve striving to attain the heights of fulfillment he knew he would reach in her arms. This time the fire inside him burned steadily, not threatening to overwhelm him as it had before, but his hunger for her had not lessened despite the change in his appetite. This was to be savored, slowly, completely.

      Time faded into obscurity and nothing mattered right now except the giving and receiving of pleasure. Each touch destined to bring a sigh or a moan from its recipient, each kiss a seal of the promise of what was yet to come. And when she positioned herself over his body and lowered herself over his straining flesh he gave himself over totally to her demands.

      Their peak was no less intense than that first time together, and this time, when Nicole fell into his arms lost in the aftermath and falling rapidly into sleep, he made certain the same accident with the condom didn’t occur a second time.

      The next time he woke, sunlight was filtering through the native bush outside and into his bedroom window. He reached across the bed. Empty. Where was his quarry now, he wondered as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, stretching as he did so.

      “Nice view,” a voice said from behind him.

      He turned slowly, a smile on his face. A smile that widened when he saw that Nicole had found the camcorder he kept for filming some of the more wild surfing antics on the beach.

      “Do you have a license to drive that thing?” he asked.

      “I’m the kind of girl who likes to learn as she goes along,” Nicole answered in response.

      She was wearing just the shirt he’d worn last night, the fine cotton covering her body but leaving her long legs exposed to his hungry gaze.

      “So you’re more of the hands-on kind?” he said, feeling his body stir and his blood pump just a little faster.

      “Oh, yes, definitely hands-on,” she said, her voice a little rough around the edges.

      “I’ve always thought practical experience to be vastly underrated, haven’t you?” He was fully hard now. Every cell in his body attuned to her, to the camcorder she held, to the idea that now blossomed in his mind.

      “Definitely underrated. And the value of visual aids, too.”

      Oh, God, he thought. She had just read his mind. “I have a tripod for that thing, you know.”

      She laughed, a deep throaty chuckle that made him clench his hands at his sides to stop himself from reaching for her.

      “More than one, I’d say,” she said, dropping the lens of the camera down, then slowly back up again to his face.

      She was wicked. He liked that in a woman. He liked that a whole lot. “I’ll go get the other one,” he said with a slow wink.

      Before she could say another word he brushed past her, dropping a kiss on the curve of her lips as he went by. “Why don’t you get yourself comfortable on the bed? I’ll be back in just a minute.”

      It took less than a minute before he was back in the bedroom and setting up the stand diagonal to the bed. She passed him the camera, her cheeks flushed with color, her eyes bright with anticipation. Beneath the fabric of his shirt he could see the sway of her breasts as she moved on the bed, not to mention the sharp peaks of her nipples that told of her excitement. She passed the camera to him and he carefully positioned it on its mount, ensuring the whole bed was square in the frame.

      “You’re sure about this?” he asked.

      “Oh, very sure. And later, when we review it, we can see where we can improve.”

      He didn’t think it was possible to get any harder but at that moment he did. It was one thing to know they were videoing themselves, another to know she wanted to watch it later.

      “Where do you suggest we begin?” he asked, fighting to keep a lid on the carnal urge to simply have at her, to let her have at him and to hell with finesse.

      “I think I need to get to know you better, don’t you?” She patted the edge of the bed beside her. “Why don’t you sit down?”

      He sat and watched her as she slid off the tumbled linens and knelt between his legs on the rug beside the bed, placing her hands on the outside edges of his thighs, scratching lightly with her fingernails.

      “It seems to me,” she continued, “that last night was all about me. So this time, it’s going to be all about you.”

      A fine tremor ran through his body and he watched as her hands stroked up his thighs and down again, each time working a little closer to the inside.

      “Do you like that?” she asked.

      He was beyond words and merely nodded.

      “How about this?”

      His mind nearly exploded as she bent her head and flicked the tip of her tongue over the aching head of his arousal. His penis jumped in response to her touch, a bead of moisture appearing only to be licked away just as quickly. Nicole’s hair brushed against his inner thighs, obscuring her face. He reached down and pushed her hair aside, holding it against the back of her head with each fisted hand. He wanted to see this, all of it. And, just in case, he wanted the camera to see it, too.

      Nicole felt an unaccustomed sense of possession as she lightly stroked her tongue along the length of Nate’s erection, painstakingly following the line of each vein from tip to base and back again. Heat rolled off him in waves as she did so and she felt him tremble as he fought to maintain control. But that control shattered the instant she took him fully in her mouth. He groaned, a guttural sound that came from deep in his belly, and she knew the exact moment he was going to climax. She increased the pressure of her mouth, her tongue, increased the rhythm of her movements until he spent himself. She slowed her pace, taking the last drop of his essence as he groaned again, his hands falling to his sides and his body falling back onto the bed behind him.

      She pushed herself up onto the bed and lay propped on one elbow alongside him, letting her fingers trail up and down across his belly and chest as he caught his breath once more. His recovery said a whole lot about his fitness and stamina, she thought as he reached one arm up to her and dragged her down to kiss him. Already he was stirring again, and the knowledge gave her a wonderful feeling. It was all because of her.

      “Mmm,” she said, her lips bare centimeters from his. “Must be time for breakfast.”

      “Not yet,” he said. “I think we should work up a bit more of an appetite first. And I think you should take that shirt off, too.”

      He deftly flicked open each button and slid one hand inside, cupping one breast and flicking his thumb across its hardened crest.

      “I’m very hungry already,” she purred. “I may take some convincing.”

      “You want convincing? I can be convincing,” he said, pushing the shirt off her shoulders СКАЧАТЬ