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.Her blood rushed to her neck and cheeks.He laughed and poured another drink.She flushed with embarrassment first, then guilt and confusion, unaware that what she was feeling wasnot something she could control.He lifted the glass to her. Since you are so hellbent on destroying yourself, come.Have a littledestruction. She shook her head.He stared into the glass.The air swelled with words neither of them could nor would speak, then grew cold in the silence.He twirled the glass, seemingly fascinated by the liquid within it. I warned you. Warned me? I told you to stay away. I tried. He slowly raised his head.His face told her nothing.In one long, lithe motion he rose and walked toward her.There was a hint of purpose in the way hemoved.She wanted to run as she watched him close the distance between them.But she knew it didn t matter.She could run to the far ends of the earth and he would still be with her, inher heart, in her memory, in her being.And when she looked into the face of the man she had dreamed offor so long, she wasn t certain if she wanted to run away from him or to him.His hand was the first thing she felt.It slid behind her neck, cupped her head, and pulled her face closeto his.She could smell the wine and brandy, but she caught his scent, the one she remembered from herfirst ball: the scent of sandalwood.This time there was no clean scent of rain.And there was no dream hero.Only the man. What she felt for him was more powerful than a dream of love.A frightening feeling.No mind couldimagine the power that she felt, nor the confusion of it.The intensity of his look was as hot and blinding as if she had stared into the full sun.He held her withmore than his hand.He held her with his mind, with his look, with something that was so necessary to herbeing that what passed between them at that moment was almost magical.But not magical like a fairy tale, with clouds and pretty endings tied up in soft silken ribbons.The magicwas black and dark, and so very powerful that she felt in it her very morality.The air around them vibrated with that magic as it had with the power of the music.His hand on hercheek made the skin on her arms break out in goose-flesh.Her breath came in small wispy pants, andher heart drummed loudly in her ears.Slowly he turned her and they stepped back, one step, then another, and another.His touch was bothher damnation and her salvation.Like swallowing the brightest star in the heavens.Once it s halfwaydown, you cannot stop even should you want to. Richard. His mouth was close, so very close, his look lazy and expectant.His hands stroked the sensitive skin ofher neck and ears with sensual expertise.She wanted his kiss as badly as she had wished for that star to be in the sky.His lips moved softly,whispered across her brow.Her eyes drifted closed.His thumbs stroked the skin behind her ears while his hands held her head at the angle he desired.Itseemed a lifetime before his mouth brushed hers.Just brushed hers, softly, like a whisper of love.She moaned, then took a deep breath. I love you. His mouth kissed hers again ever so lightly.Against her lips he said in a breath, No.Not love.It s moreelemental than love.You should have stayed away, hellion. He slid his arm around her and pulled her up against him firmly, quickly.Her breath caught, and shegripped his shoulders.He walked her back to the piano.His free hand swept the top clear.With a crash of breaking glass the room went dark.He pinned her between his body and the piano.As if he were filled with an aching hunger impossible tocontrol, he drove his fingers through her hair and gripped her head.Her eyes adjusted to the darkness.He didn t move, his mouth didn t stroke hers again.His hands, which had gently cupped her headmoments before, were inexplicably tense. I m not your wildest dream.I m your worst nightmare. He watched her and saw she didn t understand.Through eyes dulled by liquor, he looked down into her face.He saw too deep a chasm separating the two of them.He didn t know if he could do this again.Someone needs to save her.His mouth closed over hers, hard and demanding.She didn t fight his hold nor fight the hand that fondledher breasts.She didn t fight when he slid his hand lower.All she did was thread her fingers through his hair and then gently stroke his neck.He knew she wouldlet him do what he wanted.He pulled his mouth from hers and rested his forehead on her shoulder.This hadn t worked the last time.It didn t work this time either.Foolish girl.You should have stayed away.He took a deep breath, then loosened his tight grip, cupping her head in one hand while the otherreached up to gently stroke her jaw and ear.He kissed her this time with gentleness, finesse, seductivekisses along her eyelids, her cheeks, her mouth.He ran his lips and then his tongue over her ear, down her neck again and again, until she was shaking.She gave a breathy sigh and said, I ve wished for this, dreamed of this. This is what you want? he whispered against her lips. Yes, please, Richard.I love you. He kissed her with his tongue for long languid minutes, tasted her over and over until he had to forcehimself not to give in to the passion he felt and his need to make love to her.He paused to get control,then slowly kissed a path to her other ear.He stroked it once with his tongue, then again. I love you,Letty. Oh God. She hugged him so tightly it was all he could do not to break then and pull away.He closed his eyes; his lips still touched her ear. Is that what you wanted? Her answer was a passionate, breathy Yes. He pulled back. Open your eyes and look at me. She stared up at him from lazy eyes filled with her heart and her soul, her every thought. You want this, love? He stroked her then rubbed one finger over her swollen lips. You want me tolove you? She nodded.He leaned over and kissed her, some small latent spark of decency rebelling in him and making hismotions slower and more awkward because they were forced.Before he could change his bloody weakmind he looked down at her, his mouth a breath away from hers. Look at me, hellion. She opened her eyes. I don t love women.I use them. It took a second for his words to register, then her dreamy expression disappeared.Her mouth fell openand she raised her hands to cover it. I can say the words.Easily.I love you, Letty.I love you, Emily.I love you, Charlotte.I ve said thembefore to get what I wanted. He forced himself to laugh. They are only words, and they mean nothingbut an easier path for a man to get between a woman s legs. She twisted away as if she couldn t bear to have his hands on her.Her face was filled withdisillusionment and disgust.Seeing her like that almost broke him.He stepped back and stumbled slightly.But from somewherewithin him he found the strength to draw himself up.He squared his shoulders when he saw her tears.Her expression was no longer so naively innocent.Like a piece of paper he had wadded up in his handand tossed away, her face was crumpled in hurt and pain and humiliation.Tears spilled from her eyes so freely he almost cried himself.His own throat tight, he had to turn aroundand take a deep breath, then another, to overcome by sheer stubborn will what he was feeling.He cursed that weakness in him, that he cared when he was trying so desperately not to.He fixed hisgaze on a wall sconce and didn t move.It took a few seconds for him to speak in the hard, dispassionatetone he needed. You wanted my love [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Her blood rushed to her neck and cheeks.He laughed and poured another drink.She flushed with embarrassment first, then guilt and confusion, unaware that what she was feeling wasnot something she could control.He lifted the glass to her. Since you are so hellbent on destroying yourself, come.Have a littledestruction. She shook her head.He stared into the glass.The air swelled with words neither of them could nor would speak, then grew cold in the silence.He twirled the glass, seemingly fascinated by the liquid within it. I warned you. Warned me? I told you to stay away. I tried. He slowly raised his head.His face told her nothing.In one long, lithe motion he rose and walked toward her.There was a hint of purpose in the way hemoved.She wanted to run as she watched him close the distance between them.But she knew it didn t matter.She could run to the far ends of the earth and he would still be with her, inher heart, in her memory, in her being.And when she looked into the face of the man she had dreamed offor so long, she wasn t certain if she wanted to run away from him or to him.His hand was the first thing she felt.It slid behind her neck, cupped her head, and pulled her face closeto his.She could smell the wine and brandy, but she caught his scent, the one she remembered from herfirst ball: the scent of sandalwood.This time there was no clean scent of rain.And there was no dream hero.Only the man. What she felt for him was more powerful than a dream of love.A frightening feeling.No mind couldimagine the power that she felt, nor the confusion of it.The intensity of his look was as hot and blinding as if she had stared into the full sun.He held her withmore than his hand.He held her with his mind, with his look, with something that was so necessary to herbeing that what passed between them at that moment was almost magical.But not magical like a fairy tale, with clouds and pretty endings tied up in soft silken ribbons.The magicwas black and dark, and so very powerful that she felt in it her very morality.The air around them vibrated with that magic as it had with the power of the music.His hand on hercheek made the skin on her arms break out in goose-flesh.Her breath came in small wispy pants, andher heart drummed loudly in her ears.Slowly he turned her and they stepped back, one step, then another, and another.His touch was bothher damnation and her salvation.Like swallowing the brightest star in the heavens.Once it s halfwaydown, you cannot stop even should you want to. Richard. His mouth was close, so very close, his look lazy and expectant.His hands stroked the sensitive skin ofher neck and ears with sensual expertise.She wanted his kiss as badly as she had wished for that star to be in the sky.His lips moved softly,whispered across her brow.Her eyes drifted closed.His thumbs stroked the skin behind her ears while his hands held her head at the angle he desired.Itseemed a lifetime before his mouth brushed hers.Just brushed hers, softly, like a whisper of love.She moaned, then took a deep breath. I love you. His mouth kissed hers again ever so lightly.Against her lips he said in a breath, No.Not love.It s moreelemental than love.You should have stayed away, hellion. He slid his arm around her and pulled her up against him firmly, quickly.Her breath caught, and shegripped his shoulders.He walked her back to the piano.His free hand swept the top clear.With a crash of breaking glass the room went dark.He pinned her between his body and the piano.As if he were filled with an aching hunger impossible tocontrol, he drove his fingers through her hair and gripped her head.Her eyes adjusted to the darkness.He didn t move, his mouth didn t stroke hers again.His hands, which had gently cupped her headmoments before, were inexplicably tense. I m not your wildest dream.I m your worst nightmare. He watched her and saw she didn t understand.Through eyes dulled by liquor, he looked down into her face.He saw too deep a chasm separating the two of them.He didn t know if he could do this again.Someone needs to save her.His mouth closed over hers, hard and demanding.She didn t fight his hold nor fight the hand that fondledher breasts.She didn t fight when he slid his hand lower.All she did was thread her fingers through his hair and then gently stroke his neck.He knew she wouldlet him do what he wanted.He pulled his mouth from hers and rested his forehead on her shoulder.This hadn t worked the last time.It didn t work this time either.Foolish girl.You should have stayed away.He took a deep breath, then loosened his tight grip, cupping her head in one hand while the otherreached up to gently stroke her jaw and ear.He kissed her this time with gentleness, finesse, seductivekisses along her eyelids, her cheeks, her mouth.He ran his lips and then his tongue over her ear, down her neck again and again, until she was shaking.She gave a breathy sigh and said, I ve wished for this, dreamed of this. This is what you want? he whispered against her lips. Yes, please, Richard.I love you. He kissed her with his tongue for long languid minutes, tasted her over and over until he had to forcehimself not to give in to the passion he felt and his need to make love to her.He paused to get control,then slowly kissed a path to her other ear.He stroked it once with his tongue, then again. I love you,Letty. Oh God. She hugged him so tightly it was all he could do not to break then and pull away.He closed his eyes; his lips still touched her ear. Is that what you wanted? Her answer was a passionate, breathy Yes. He pulled back. Open your eyes and look at me. She stared up at him from lazy eyes filled with her heart and her soul, her every thought. You want this, love? He stroked her then rubbed one finger over her swollen lips. You want me tolove you? She nodded.He leaned over and kissed her, some small latent spark of decency rebelling in him and making hismotions slower and more awkward because they were forced.Before he could change his bloody weakmind he looked down at her, his mouth a breath away from hers. Look at me, hellion. She opened her eyes. I don t love women.I use them. It took a second for his words to register, then her dreamy expression disappeared.Her mouth fell openand she raised her hands to cover it. I can say the words.Easily.I love you, Letty.I love you, Emily.I love you, Charlotte.I ve said thembefore to get what I wanted. He forced himself to laugh. They are only words, and they mean nothingbut an easier path for a man to get between a woman s legs. She twisted away as if she couldn t bear to have his hands on her.Her face was filled withdisillusionment and disgust.Seeing her like that almost broke him.He stepped back and stumbled slightly.But from somewherewithin him he found the strength to draw himself up.He squared his shoulders when he saw her tears.Her expression was no longer so naively innocent.Like a piece of paper he had wadded up in his handand tossed away, her face was crumpled in hurt and pain and humiliation.Tears spilled from her eyes so freely he almost cried himself.His own throat tight, he had to turn aroundand take a deep breath, then another, to overcome by sheer stubborn will what he was feeling.He cursed that weakness in him, that he cared when he was trying so desperately not to.He fixed hisgaze on a wall sconce and didn t move.It took a few seconds for him to speak in the hard, dispassionatetone he needed. You wanted my love [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]