Restless. Tori Carrington
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Название: Restless

Автор: Tori Carrington

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Контркультура

Серия: Mills & Boon Blaze

isbn: 9781408907290

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СКАЧАТЬ course, Lizzie didn’t really plan to take up with Gauge. She merely wanted to indulge in something she never had before. More specifically, she wanted to experience a one-night stand. Find out for herself why they were so popular. Any risks involved would be offset by her psychological need to escape her thoughts, if only for a few precious hours.

      “Are you playing at the pub this weekend?” she asked, conscious of the way his fingers stroked the strings with the finesse of a pro.

      He nodded and then leveled that intense musician’s gaze at her. “I’m surprised.”

      “By what?”

      “I didn’t peg you as a pub kind of woman.”

      She smiled. “I take it women don’t surprise you often.”

      “No. Not often.”

      She watched the way his thick, long fingers manipulated the strings, noticing that the acoustic guitar was old. Two newer guitars—another acoustic, one electric—sat in stands nearby. Scratches marred the front of the one he held, and there even appeared to have been some patchwork down one side.

      He played a few more chords, then switched the CD player on.

      “Had that long?” Lizzie asked.

      He blinked as if seeing the guitar for the first time. He rested the bottom on the floor and moved it so she could see the back. Dozens of words were engraved in the wood. “This guitar shows all the places I’ve traveled, cities, towns.” He turned it back around.

      “Wherever my guitar is, my heart is.”

      He leaned the instrument against the ottoman and rested his elbows on his knees, making no secret of his interest in her where she half lay on his bed.

      “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, his voice as quiet as his playing.

      Direct. She liked that.

      “Mmm. I’m absolutely positive.”

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      GAUGE HAD LEARNED A long time ago that the touch of a woman could be as intoxicating as any liquor. And while Lizzie Gilbred might emerge more Chivas Gold to his Jack, she was an intoxicant all the same as she slid farther back onto the bed, stretching out like a supple black cat with blond hair.

      “You don’t talk much, do you?” she asked quietly.

      His answer was a shake of his head.

      “I am. A talker, I mean.”

      Gauge reached down and took off his right boot, then followed with his left.

      He watched her watch him.

      “I guess it goes along with the territory. You know, my being a trial attorney. When you come up against opposing counsel, you had better be a pretty good debater.”

      Gauge took off his T-shirt. He wondered how much debating she’d done before she’d crossed the snowcovered driveway from her large house to his small apartment. Had she considered all the angles? Taken in the possible consequences?

      For reasons he couldn’t quite name, he had the feeling that she hadn’t. Something, some event, had pushed her to come to his place on the spur of the moment. And his silent disrobing across the room from her was his way of giving her a chance to change her mind.

      He lowered his hands toward the fly of his jeans and paused. Instead of scooting toward the end of the bed in order to make her exit, sexy Lizzie Gilbred ran her pink tongue along her lips, her gaze riveted to his actions.

      Let it not be said that he hadn’t given her ample opportunity to hightail it out of there. Realize that what she was about to do was something she couldn’t take back or erase.

      He crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

      “You have a great physique,” she said quietly, reaching out to run her fingertips down his right arm. “Must be the guitar playing.”

      Gauge shifted to face her, taking her hands and bringing her to a sitting position. She appeared ready for him to kiss her. Instead he reached for the hem of her sweater and slowly brought it up, purposely avoiding meeting her lips. This wasn’t about intimacy—it was about sex. Pure and simple. An escape as stimulating as spirits. He tugged the soft material over her head, tousling her golden hair and revealing that she was every bit as shapely as he’d suspected. A bloodred satin bra did what his palms were suddenly itching to do, namely curve under the fleshy orbs of her breasts.

      He skimmed his fingers over the glossy material and she inhaled deeply.

      Gauge looked into her eyes to find a mixture of fascination and curiosity on her beautiful face.

      Her tongue made a repeat performance. “Don’t you think we should turn out the lights?”

      Two lamps filled the room with dim light, and he didn’t want to switch off either one of them.

      He pretended not to hear her as he slid both of his hands over the satin cups until his hands supported her as much as her bra. He rubbed his callused thumbs over the firm tips, scratching the delicate material.

      He’d never understood a woman’s desire for shiny lingerie. To him, there was nothing sexier than a naked woman. Her soft skin, fleshy curves, shadowy crevices. Nothing man-made could ever rival the sight of a woman’s trembling stomach, or the cleft between her legs.

      He worked his thumbs inside the bra cups until her taut nipples popped out of the top.

      Lizzie’s breathing quickened, but she didn’t move, apparently content to let him take command.

      Gauge took one of the nipples into his mouth, reveling in the feel of the stiff, puckered skin against his tongue. She smelled like a mixture of cucumbers and musk. She tasted like heaven. He squeezed the soft flesh with his fingers and took in more of her, sucking deeply. She gasped and grasped his wrist, as if unsure whether to pull him away or urge him closer.

      Gauge took the decision away from her by removing his mouth and reaching behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. The flimsy material instantly gapped forward and he helped her the rest of the way out of it, ignoring her attempts to kiss him.

      He reached for the catch to her slacks even as she fumbled with his zipper. Gauge stretched out next to her to make the transition easier. He felt her mouth on his shoulder and neck, hot, hungry, even as he clenched his back teeth and sought the springy curls between her legs with his fingers…only to find…She was completely bare, her flesh as smooth as the satin of her bra.

      He groaned in the back of his throat, his erection immediately standing up at attention at the sight of her womanhood looking like a ripe fruit just waiting to be tasted.

      And taste it he did…

      LIZZIE’S BACK CAME UP off the mattress at the feel of Gauge’s hot mouth between her legs.

      Oh, dear…

      She couldn’t remember the last time someone had gone down on her. Keen awareness СКАЧАТЬ