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. Maybe. He tasted her lips again, and then deeper and hungrier, his lipsseeking and coaxing, then demanding.She turned her face away from his kiss, her heart pounding. You're not a niceman. No, he agreed calmly. I never pretended to be. I should have picked somebody tame to experiment with, she murmured, almostto herself. I'm out of my depth with you. He nuzzled the side of her face. Too bad, sweetheart, he muttered. You pickedme, and you hooked me.Now you've got to deal with me, whether you like it ornot.I'm not easy to get rid of. He cupped her face in his hand, the rough, callusedspots scraping lightly against her skin as he explored the contours of hercheekbone. How much experimenting have you done? Hmm? She was muddled and distracted by his caresses. You said you should have picked someone tamer than me.What does that mean?How much sexual experimenting have you done? He smoothed her hip, and she jerked as his fingers feathered along the cleft of herbottom, tickling and teasing.She forced herself to concentrate. Urn, not a lot, sheadmitted. How much exactly? Be honest.If you're lying, I'll know. His fierce attention made her feel hunted. That's really none of your business. That's where you're dead wrong.Since yesterday, everything about you is mybusiness. She tried to think of a response to that outrageous statement.Nothing forcefulcame to mind, just a sense that she'd best choose her battles with him verycarefully.He had enormous charisma and stamina, and she was too vulnerable anddepleted to oppose him.She might as well let him win this one.At least on this front, she had nothing tohide.Indeed, she had practically nothing to tell.She let out a long, slow sigh. Just the one time, she offered.His body went extremely still. One time? She winced at the ugly memory. Yes.In Paris.I was sick of being a virgin, so Idecided to How old were you? She lost her train of thought, and flailed for a moment. Oh, twenty-four, I guess.Almost twenty-five.It was a little over three years ago.I was at the Louvre, and Iran into this man that I knew Jesus.Twenty-four. He sounded almost horrified. You were the one who said you wanted to hear this, she snapped. Go on, go on.I won't interrupt you again, he assured her. Anyhow, I ran into this man I knew, and, well, he seemed nice.Kind of dull, butpleasant.And safe, I guess.He was in Paris on business.We had dinner, and Idecided it was time.So I let him escort me back to my flat. And? he prompted.She winced again. And what? I let him well, we, um, did it And? Her face was burning. God, don't you ever let up? Never, he said calmly. Tell me. Well, it was terrible. The words burst out of her in an embarrassed little rush.Seth was eloquently silent. What constitutes terrible? he asked.His voicesounded deeply curious. Oh, please Just tell me, so I won't ever do it to you. She laughed, but it felt more like a sob. You couldn't.It was over in less than aminute, and it hurt.He he ran out on me while I was washing up.I came out ofthe bathroom and he was gone. He hissed in disgust. What a prick! She smiled at the fury in his voice. I'm over it. No foreplay, no petting, no oral sex, no nothing? She blushed even hotter. Seth, please Don't be prissy, he snapped.She sighed. He couldn't wait.He just wanted to.you know. Yeah, I do know.And how.But that's no excuse for botching your first time.Jesus.What a flaming asshole. She kissed his forehead, touched by the genuine outrage in his voice. It's allright, she whispered. The second time made up for it. He pulled her close, in a fierce, possessive grip.Raine let her head fall back with asoft sigh of pleasure as he nuzzled her neck. What s the bastard's name? She froze as his question sank in. Why do you want to know? Want me to kill him for you? His voice was supremely casual.A cold fist clamped around her stomach. Not funny, Seth. Whoops.Sorry.How about some broken bones? Ribs, kneecaps, fingers? Histeem flashed in the dimness. You choose. That won't be necessary, thank you, she said stiffly. I'm over it.Being mean andboorish and bad in bed is not a capital crime, Seth.You do know that, don't you? 'Things change, sweetheart. His voice was as soft as a kiss, and he slid his handbeneath her shirt and trailed his fingertips across her belly again. Being mean andboorish to you has just become one. He was making her very nervous.She clapped both hands over his hand, and heldit still. Seth, you are kidding, aren't you? He pulled her into his arms again. Sure I am, sweetheart, he said soothingly. Only one time.Jesus.I wish I'd known.I would have been so different with you. The warm caress of his breath against her ear sent a melting, shimmering sensationracing across the surface of her skin. I liked the way you were, she told him. Allexcept for the last three minutes. His lips dragged across hers, demanding and seductive, and his arms tightened. Soyou forgive me, then? The intensity in his voice put her on guard. I'm not sure yet. Make up your mind, babe, because I'm burning up here. Don't you dare push me, Seth Mackey, she said, with as much austerity as shecould muster. You are still on shaky ground. He laughed. I'm at my best on shaky ground, sweetheart. She knew that the long, sweet, skillful kiss was calculated to make her helpless andgiddy, but even when it worked, even when she felt his triumphant smile againsther mouth, she couldn't be angry at him.He stroked her hair back and gazed intoher face. I'm sorry about what I said, Raine.I wish I could take it back. His sincerity made her heart ache, hot and soft.Made her want to cover his facewith soothing kisses as if he were a baby, to make up for the loneliness she sensedbehind his rough facade.She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herface against his hair.Her soft embrace provoked a frightening flare of heat in him.He spread open herjacket and shoved her T-shirt up over her collarbone, rough and urgent.She twistedagainst him in protest. Seth, don't. Her breathless words lost their meaning as his warm hands stroked and soothed. Just this.Just let me rub my face against your skin.I'm starving for it.So soft.Ilove the smell of you.Please, Raine.I need this. His voice was a pleading rasp,and he caressed her breasts through the spandex sports bra.His tender, ravenousmouth tongued the hollow of her throat, licking the soft skin above her bra.It was easier to just let herself believe that he was giving her a choice, she thought,as he discovered the zippered front of the sports bra and growled in approval at theconvenience.He yanked it open, folded the flaps back and bent his head to hernaked breasts.That was it.She was lost.He held her breasts, one in each big hand, suckling bothnipples in turn, licking the plump curves.His breath was a warm caress thatgenerated a wild chaotic heat There was no stopping him.He could take whateverhe wanted, and make her beg him to keep taking and taking, until he'd takeneverything.He lifted his head. Quit Lazar [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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. Maybe. He tasted her lips again, and then deeper and hungrier, his lipsseeking and coaxing, then demanding.She turned her face away from his kiss, her heart pounding. You're not a niceman. No, he agreed calmly. I never pretended to be. I should have picked somebody tame to experiment with, she murmured, almostto herself. I'm out of my depth with you. He nuzzled the side of her face. Too bad, sweetheart, he muttered. You pickedme, and you hooked me.Now you've got to deal with me, whether you like it ornot.I'm not easy to get rid of. He cupped her face in his hand, the rough, callusedspots scraping lightly against her skin as he explored the contours of hercheekbone. How much experimenting have you done? Hmm? She was muddled and distracted by his caresses. You said you should have picked someone tamer than me.What does that mean?How much sexual experimenting have you done? He smoothed her hip, and she jerked as his fingers feathered along the cleft of herbottom, tickling and teasing.She forced herself to concentrate. Urn, not a lot, sheadmitted. How much exactly? Be honest.If you're lying, I'll know. His fierce attention made her feel hunted. That's really none of your business. That's where you're dead wrong.Since yesterday, everything about you is mybusiness. She tried to think of a response to that outrageous statement.Nothing forcefulcame to mind, just a sense that she'd best choose her battles with him verycarefully.He had enormous charisma and stamina, and she was too vulnerable anddepleted to oppose him.She might as well let him win this one.At least on this front, she had nothing tohide.Indeed, she had practically nothing to tell.She let out a long, slow sigh. Just the one time, she offered.His body went extremely still. One time? She winced at the ugly memory. Yes.In Paris.I was sick of being a virgin, so Idecided to How old were you? She lost her train of thought, and flailed for a moment. Oh, twenty-four, I guess.Almost twenty-five.It was a little over three years ago.I was at the Louvre, and Iran into this man that I knew Jesus.Twenty-four. He sounded almost horrified. You were the one who said you wanted to hear this, she snapped. Go on, go on.I won't interrupt you again, he assured her. Anyhow, I ran into this man I knew, and, well, he seemed nice.Kind of dull, butpleasant.And safe, I guess.He was in Paris on business.We had dinner, and Idecided it was time.So I let him escort me back to my flat. And? he prompted.She winced again. And what? I let him well, we, um, did it And? Her face was burning. God, don't you ever let up? Never, he said calmly. Tell me. Well, it was terrible. The words burst out of her in an embarrassed little rush.Seth was eloquently silent. What constitutes terrible? he asked.His voicesounded deeply curious. Oh, please Just tell me, so I won't ever do it to you. She laughed, but it felt more like a sob. You couldn't.It was over in less than aminute, and it hurt.He he ran out on me while I was washing up.I came out ofthe bathroom and he was gone. He hissed in disgust. What a prick! She smiled at the fury in his voice. I'm over it. No foreplay, no petting, no oral sex, no nothing? She blushed even hotter. Seth, please Don't be prissy, he snapped.She sighed. He couldn't wait.He just wanted to.you know. Yeah, I do know.And how.But that's no excuse for botching your first time.Jesus.What a flaming asshole. She kissed his forehead, touched by the genuine outrage in his voice. It's allright, she whispered. The second time made up for it. He pulled her close, in a fierce, possessive grip.Raine let her head fall back with asoft sigh of pleasure as he nuzzled her neck. What s the bastard's name? She froze as his question sank in. Why do you want to know? Want me to kill him for you? His voice was supremely casual.A cold fist clamped around her stomach. Not funny, Seth. Whoops.Sorry.How about some broken bones? Ribs, kneecaps, fingers? Histeem flashed in the dimness. You choose. That won't be necessary, thank you, she said stiffly. I'm over it.Being mean andboorish and bad in bed is not a capital crime, Seth.You do know that, don't you? 'Things change, sweetheart. His voice was as soft as a kiss, and he slid his handbeneath her shirt and trailed his fingertips across her belly again. Being mean andboorish to you has just become one. He was making her very nervous.She clapped both hands over his hand, and heldit still. Seth, you are kidding, aren't you? He pulled her into his arms again. Sure I am, sweetheart, he said soothingly. Only one time.Jesus.I wish I'd known.I would have been so different with you. The warm caress of his breath against her ear sent a melting, shimmering sensationracing across the surface of her skin. I liked the way you were, she told him. Allexcept for the last three minutes. His lips dragged across hers, demanding and seductive, and his arms tightened. Soyou forgive me, then? The intensity in his voice put her on guard. I'm not sure yet. Make up your mind, babe, because I'm burning up here. Don't you dare push me, Seth Mackey, she said, with as much austerity as shecould muster. You are still on shaky ground. He laughed. I'm at my best on shaky ground, sweetheart. She knew that the long, sweet, skillful kiss was calculated to make her helpless andgiddy, but even when it worked, even when she felt his triumphant smile againsther mouth, she couldn't be angry at him.He stroked her hair back and gazed intoher face. I'm sorry about what I said, Raine.I wish I could take it back. His sincerity made her heart ache, hot and soft.Made her want to cover his facewith soothing kisses as if he were a baby, to make up for the loneliness she sensedbehind his rough facade.She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herface against his hair.Her soft embrace provoked a frightening flare of heat in him.He spread open herjacket and shoved her T-shirt up over her collarbone, rough and urgent.She twistedagainst him in protest. Seth, don't. Her breathless words lost their meaning as his warm hands stroked and soothed. Just this.Just let me rub my face against your skin.I'm starving for it.So soft.Ilove the smell of you.Please, Raine.I need this. His voice was a pleading rasp,and he caressed her breasts through the spandex sports bra.His tender, ravenousmouth tongued the hollow of her throat, licking the soft skin above her bra.It was easier to just let herself believe that he was giving her a choice, she thought,as he discovered the zippered front of the sports bra and growled in approval at theconvenience.He yanked it open, folded the flaps back and bent his head to hernaked breasts.That was it.She was lost.He held her breasts, one in each big hand, suckling bothnipples in turn, licking the plump curves.His breath was a warm caress thatgenerated a wild chaotic heat There was no stopping him.He could take whateverhe wanted, and make her beg him to keep taking and taking, until he'd takeneverything.He lifted his head. Quit Lazar [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]