Blaze of Winter: A Loveswept Contemporary Romance by Elisabeth Barrett
Authors: Elisabeth Barrett
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pulling him near.
At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to press her naked body up against his. The thought shocked her, thrilled her. Theo must have had the same inclination because he stripped his own coat off. He pulled her back to him and her breasts dragged against his chest as she grabbed at the bunched muscles of his arms.
Then his hands were in her hair, and he found the clip she’d used to secure the coppery mass on the top of her head. He tugged and the clip snapped, sending her hair down her back in a shower. One of his hands immediately curled back into her hair as the other slid from her waist up her side.
But the sound of the clip breaking had triggered a kind of panic in her. She had to stop this madness, right now, before things went too far.
Opening her eyes, Avery shoved at his chest. It took him a moment, but Theo stopped kissing her. Still, he didn’t release her. “We shouldn’t have done that,” she said softly.
“We both wanted it.”
“No.” She looked away, but he carefully grasped her chin in his hand and turned her face back to him.
“Don’t deny it. Not to me and definitely not to yourself.” Theo released her and grabbed his jacket from the floor as he strode to the door. Opening it, he turned back to her. “Sometime soon, we’re going to talk. And you’re going to tell me everything.” He tipped his head. “Good night, Avery.”
She stood there, shell-shocked, as he gently shut the door.
Theo walked back to the Inn through the brisk night air, ignoring the throbbing in his groin and the pounding in his chest. It had taken only a few short minutes for both of them to reach a fever pitch. He’d never gotten so hard so fast. All she had to do was look at him with that wide-eyed gaze and he was ready. Groaning out loud, he realized that now, more than ever, he needed to take it slow. Show her exactly what she was capable of feeling. She’d bloomed under his touch like a hothouse flower. How hot would it be once they actually slept together?
He was having more fun with Avery than he’d had in a long time. So much fun that he’d begun to reclaim his old self—the man who was more substance than style. The man who was as much at home in a tavern as he was at a wine tasting. The man who’d literally sweep a woman off her feet, instead of worrying about whether she was impressed by his latest novel. Caveman, indeed.
When he’d told her she brought out the best in him, he’d meant it. Strangely, this gentle woman was shifting his perspective. She was more than intriguing; that huge heart of hers was just waiting for someone to claim it, and he wanted to be the one. But there was more to his attraction than that.
Coupled with their intense physical chemistry, Avery’s vulnerability made him want to show himself to her. To reveal everything—the real Theodore Grayson underneath the polished façade. In fact, he was looking forward to rediscovering parts of himself he’d long since hidden. Just a short time with her and he was feeling more like himself than he had in years. The introspective guy he used to be was back, coupled with a powerful physicality he hadn’t known he possessed. It shocked him—the almost primal desire to make her his, to slowly strip away all her reservations until she was bared before him, both physically and emotionally. And to reciprocate in kind.
Imagining her letting loose in the throes of passionate lovemaking nearly undid him. The last thing he wanted to do was get arrested by his own brother for public indecency, so he willed the hard bulge in his jeans away by focusing his mind on something else. His book.
His research had gone well today, but he had more to do tomorrow. Soon he’d take a trip to Boston to check out the Bostonian Society’s library. They had a good selection of works on pirating up and down the Gold Coast. He might find something useful about the Siren Lorelei or her captain that he could incorporate into his
At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to press her naked body up against his. The thought shocked her, thrilled her. Theo must have had the same inclination because he stripped his own coat off. He pulled her back to him and her breasts dragged against his chest as she grabbed at the bunched muscles of his arms.
Then his hands were in her hair, and he found the clip she’d used to secure the coppery mass on the top of her head. He tugged and the clip snapped, sending her hair down her back in a shower. One of his hands immediately curled back into her hair as the other slid from her waist up her side.
But the sound of the clip breaking had triggered a kind of panic in her. She had to stop this madness, right now, before things went too far.
Opening her eyes, Avery shoved at his chest. It took him a moment, but Theo stopped kissing her. Still, he didn’t release her. “We shouldn’t have done that,” she said softly.
“We both wanted it.”
“No.” She looked away, but he carefully grasped her chin in his hand and turned her face back to him.
“Don’t deny it. Not to me and definitely not to yourself.” Theo released her and grabbed his jacket from the floor as he strode to the door. Opening it, he turned back to her. “Sometime soon, we’re going to talk. And you’re going to tell me everything.” He tipped his head. “Good night, Avery.”
She stood there, shell-shocked, as he gently shut the door.
Theo walked back to the Inn through the brisk night air, ignoring the throbbing in his groin and the pounding in his chest. It had taken only a few short minutes for both of them to reach a fever pitch. He’d never gotten so hard so fast. All she had to do was look at him with that wide-eyed gaze and he was ready. Groaning out loud, he realized that now, more than ever, he needed to take it slow. Show her exactly what she was capable of feeling. She’d bloomed under his touch like a hothouse flower. How hot would it be once they actually slept together?
He was having more fun with Avery than he’d had in a long time. So much fun that he’d begun to reclaim his old self—the man who was more substance than style. The man who was as much at home in a tavern as he was at a wine tasting. The man who’d literally sweep a woman off her feet, instead of worrying about whether she was impressed by his latest novel. Caveman, indeed.
When he’d told her she brought out the best in him, he’d meant it. Strangely, this gentle woman was shifting his perspective. She was more than intriguing; that huge heart of hers was just waiting for someone to claim it, and he wanted to be the one. But there was more to his attraction than that.
Coupled with their intense physical chemistry, Avery’s vulnerability made him want to show himself to her. To reveal everything—the real Theodore Grayson underneath the polished façade. In fact, he was looking forward to rediscovering parts of himself he’d long since hidden. Just a short time with her and he was feeling more like himself than he had in years. The introspective guy he used to be was back, coupled with a powerful physicality he hadn’t known he possessed. It shocked him—the almost primal desire to make her his, to slowly strip away all her reservations until she was bared before him, both physically and emotionally. And to reciprocate in kind.
Imagining her letting loose in the throes of passionate lovemaking nearly undid him. The last thing he wanted to do was get arrested by his own brother for public indecency, so he willed the hard bulge in his jeans away by focusing his mind on something else. His book.
His research had gone well today, but he had more to do tomorrow. Soon he’d take a trip to Boston to check out the Bostonian Society’s library. They had a good selection of works on pirating up and down the Gold Coast. He might find something useful about the Siren Lorelei or her captain that he could incorporate into his
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