Modern Romance December 2016 Books 1-4. Кейт Хьюит
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Название: Modern Romance December 2016 Books 1-4
Автор: Кейт Хьюит
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon e-Book Collections
isbn: 9781474064767
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‘You have nothing to thank me for.’
‘I do—’
‘I was a right bastard to you when you arrived.’
‘Well, maybe,’ she allowed with a little laugh. ‘But I’ve seen how kind you are.’ She tried for a playful smile. ‘Your secret is out, Angelos.’
‘Is it?’ he asked, his voice low and aching, and Talia’s heart gave a hopeful thump, like the tail wagging on a dog.
‘I think so...’ she murmured, and her mouth was so dry she touched her tongue to her lips, eliciting a groan from Angelos.
‘Talia...’ He wrapped one hand around the back of her neck, his fingers warm and strong and sure. ‘Talia, you drive me crazy...’
‘Do I?’ she whispered, and then he was pulling her towards him and his lips were on hers, seeking and finding her as she’d wanted for so long, since the last time he’d kissed her.
Talia reached up and tangled her hands in his hair, anchoring his mouth more firmly to hers. She couldn’t get enough of him, of the taste and feel and sheer beauty of him as he slid his hands from her neck to her shoulders, pulling her from her kneeling position to sprawl on his lap as his mouth plundered hers.
Her heart raced as sensations exploded in her like fireworks, each one more intense than the last. Angelos’s hand sliding under her shirt, his palm flat on her belly, and then moving upwards, cupping the warm fullness of her breast, his thumb brushing its aching peak...
How did anyone survive this? she wondered hazily as she kissed him back with untutored enthusiasm and passion. How did anyone feel this way and live?
Then Angelos tore his mouth from hers, his breath coming out in a gasp. ‘We shouldn’t...’
‘We should,’ Talia insisted. She would not be put off a second time. ‘Angelos, I—’ I love you bubbled on her lips but she swallowed the words down. He didn’t want to hear that. Not yet, and probably not ever. ‘I want you,’ she said instead, and his expression darkened, his pupils dilating.
‘I want you too. Very much so.’
‘Then why not?’
‘It will complicate things—’
She glanced down at her rucked-up shirt, her legs sprawled across his lap, the hard and intriguing bulge of his arousal against her calf. ‘Things are already pretty complicated.’
Angelos let out a groan and leaned his head back against the chair. ‘Talia, you’re going to kill me.’
‘Then surely it will be a pleasant death?’ Some inner vixen emboldened her to press her palms against his chest, stroking the hard planes of muscles, teasing his nipples. She ached to touch him, and the evidence of his response as he groaned again and his body stirred was utterly thrilling. She leaned forward, her hair brushing his cheek, and pressed a kiss to his lips. ‘Please, Angelos,’ she whispered, ‘don’t make me beg.’
He caught her face in his hands and forced her to meet his fierce gaze. ‘If you’re sure?’
‘Of course I’m sure.’
Angelos stared at her for a long, hard moment and then he nodded. ‘All right, then. Come with me,’ he said, and in one fluid movement he caught her up in his arms and strode from the study, up the stairs and to his bedroom.
ANTICIPATION RACED THROUGH Talia as she hooked her arms around Angelos’s neck and held on. He entered his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him, before he deposited Talia on the huge bed, its dark silken sheets slippery beneath her.
She stared up at him, her eyes wide as he began to unbutton his shirt. She’d seen his bare chest before when they’d gone swimming but she’d never seen him like this—eyes dark, liquid and burning with intensity, his long, elegant fingers slipping his buttons out of their holes, his gaze never leaving hers.
She let out her breath in a shaky rush and wondered if she should tell him how untouched she was. But surely he knew? Since she’d confessed to living like a hermit for seven years?
‘You’re not having second thoughts?’ Angelos asked in a low voice.
‘No, of course not.’ Her whole body throbbed and ached with the need to feel him again. Touch him again.
‘I don’t have any birth control,’ he told her, his hands stilling on his shirt as his gaze widened in realisation. ‘I’ve never...’ Talia gaped in astonishment as a light blush touched his cheekbones. ‘I haven’t needed any here.’
‘I’m on the pill,’ Talia assured him. She’d been on it since she was sixteen, to regulate her heavy periods. ‘And as for...other stuff, I’m not...that is, I’m...’ She was trying to tell him she was a virgin, but Angelos cut her off with a nod.
‘So am I.’ Somehow she didn’t think he was talking about virginity. ‘Clear,’ he clarified, and she realised she must have been looking blank.
‘Oh. Right. Well, then...’ The moment for telling Angelos she was a virgin had passed. Talia didn’t want to ruin the mood, and he seemed like the kind of man who might scruple at taking a woman’s virginity.
‘It’s all good,’ he said, his smile turning wolfish as he finished unbuttoning his shirt and shrugged the crisp white cotton from his glorious shoulders. Talia was glad not to have to explain, especially since she seemed to have lost the ability to speak or even to think. Angelos, with his hair rumpled, his eyes burning and his chest bare, was an utterly magnificent sight.
She watched, her mouth dry and her heart pounding, as his hands went to his belt buckle, and then stopped.
‘Don’t...’ she breathed, and he frowned.
‘Don’t what?’
‘Don’t stop,’ she clarified on a groan and, amazed at her own audacity, she reached for him, her fingers sliding around his belt buckle so she could tug him towards her.
He put one arm out to brace his fall, landing beside her on the bed, his body lean and hard, hot and bare. Gently Talia skimmed her fingers along his chest, her fingers brushing the crisp dark hair, teasing, questing.
‘I’ve been wanting to do this for a while,’ she admitted on a laugh, and then because she couldn’t keep herself from it, she pressed a kiss to his chest. Angelos groaned and rolled onto his back, taking her with him.
‘You are so very sweet.’
‘I’m... I’m not sure I’m very good at this,’ she confessed, which was as close as she was willing to come to admitting she was completely inexperienced.
‘Trust me, you are very good at this,’ Angelos said. He slid his hands СКАЧАТЬ