Levi said, changing the subject and interrupting the tension
building inside her. “The road’s totally impassable. He offered to come over by
launch and make sure we’re okay. The forecast is for the rain to ease
overnight, though, so I told him we’d be okay…marooned…together…alone…” He
waggled his eyebrows in mock suggestion and she rolled her eyes, her heart frisking.
“Just because I agreed to eat with
you doesn’t mean I want to do anything else with you,” she said. But what had
been intended as a sarcastic snap sounded throaty and wistful. She averted her
eyes so he wouldn’t see the flicker of desire.
“I reckon the water level will have
dropped enough tomorrow that we won’t be stranded here any longer. Selena and Otto,
plus the set crew, are holed up in Ocean Ridge waiting for the weather to
abate. Once the road is clear, they’ll come over the isthmus. I’m guessing it’s
our last night on our own.”
He tried to keep his tone light,
struggled to keep the longing out of his voice, but she heard his desire and
there was no denying the answering yearning in herself. Despite their
differences, she wanted him. With the internal admission, her breath caught,
her heartbeat kicked up a notch, her breasts tingled, and her sex flushed with
warmth.
No! her
inner voice objected. He was the enemy. He was trying to ruin her film for the
sake of a few bucks. It was like dealing with Alessandra all over again, but
with sexual desire thrown in as an extra complication. The attraction she felt
was nothing but animal lust, primal chemistry. She was a civilized, intelligent
woman. She could override these base
urges. She could!
Gently, he reached across the table
and lifted her fingers in his. The touch was like a hundred and twenty volts
applied directly to her libido. Her skin hummed, her cheeks burned, and her
body purred with wanting him.
Her eyes met his, wondering what
lay behind the dancing candle flames reflected there.
“Dance with me?” His request was a
soft plea and, before she could stop herself, she nodded her acquiescence. It
was just a dance, she told herself.
He stood, keeping hold of her hand,
and drew her to her feet. The music was something smooth and orchestral, and he
when he pulled her against him, he was already moving to the sensuous rhythm.
“I know we have our differences
about the film right now,” he said softly. “But I really like you, Cara. And I
like the way you fit against me.”
His words brought her awareness to
all the places they touched. Palms, chests, hips, thighs... Her skin was alive with the feel of him
brushing against her. Her muscles delighted in their tandem sway and swirl.
“I like you, too, Levi,” she
husked.
The song segued in to something
slower, more longing, and she found her eyes drifting closed, her head nestling
against his shoulder, nose pressing into the scent of him. She felt the rasp of
his unshaven cheek against her own tender flesh, the firm press of his hand in
the small of her back, and his swelling arousal at her groin.
His fingers gentled her chin and
nudged her face toward his own.
“I want to kiss you,” he told her.
His eyes were all smoldering desire, his voice a wayward assurance.
“We probably need to talk before
there’s any kissing,” she ventured, trying to be rational despite the delicious
feel of his hands now rubbing suggestively and rhythmically over her hips. She
turned in his arms and drew away from him, hoping a little distance would bring
her to her senses.
His hands around her wrists were
sudden and vise-like, and he pulled her back to him firmly but gently. Her
shoulder blades met his breastbone, her derriere pushed against his crotch.
Then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tighter still against his
hard, hot body, threading kisses along the back of her neck and licking the
sensitive skin behind her ear.
Cara shivered, knowing she should
object, protest, struggle, or even scream
building inside her. “The road’s totally impassable. He offered to come over by
launch and make sure we’re okay. The forecast is for the rain to ease
overnight, though, so I told him we’d be okay…marooned…together…alone…” He
waggled his eyebrows in mock suggestion and she rolled her eyes, her heart frisking.
“Just because I agreed to eat with
you doesn’t mean I want to do anything else with you,” she said. But what had
been intended as a sarcastic snap sounded throaty and wistful. She averted her
eyes so he wouldn’t see the flicker of desire.
“I reckon the water level will have
dropped enough tomorrow that we won’t be stranded here any longer. Selena and Otto,
plus the set crew, are holed up in Ocean Ridge waiting for the weather to
abate. Once the road is clear, they’ll come over the isthmus. I’m guessing it’s
our last night on our own.”
He tried to keep his tone light,
struggled to keep the longing out of his voice, but she heard his desire and
there was no denying the answering yearning in herself. Despite their
differences, she wanted him. With the internal admission, her breath caught,
her heartbeat kicked up a notch, her breasts tingled, and her sex flushed with
warmth.
No! her
inner voice objected. He was the enemy. He was trying to ruin her film for the
sake of a few bucks. It was like dealing with Alessandra all over again, but
with sexual desire thrown in as an extra complication. The attraction she felt
was nothing but animal lust, primal chemistry. She was a civilized, intelligent
woman. She could override these base
urges. She could!
Gently, he reached across the table
and lifted her fingers in his. The touch was like a hundred and twenty volts
applied directly to her libido. Her skin hummed, her cheeks burned, and her
body purred with wanting him.
Her eyes met his, wondering what
lay behind the dancing candle flames reflected there.
“Dance with me?” His request was a
soft plea and, before she could stop herself, she nodded her acquiescence. It
was just a dance, she told herself.
He stood, keeping hold of her hand,
and drew her to her feet. The music was something smooth and orchestral, and he
when he pulled her against him, he was already moving to the sensuous rhythm.
“I know we have our differences
about the film right now,” he said softly. “But I really like you, Cara. And I
like the way you fit against me.”
His words brought her awareness to
all the places they touched. Palms, chests, hips, thighs... Her skin was alive with the feel of him
brushing against her. Her muscles delighted in their tandem sway and swirl.
“I like you, too, Levi,” she
husked.
The song segued in to something
slower, more longing, and she found her eyes drifting closed, her head nestling
against his shoulder, nose pressing into the scent of him. She felt the rasp of
his unshaven cheek against her own tender flesh, the firm press of his hand in
the small of her back, and his swelling arousal at her groin.
His fingers gentled her chin and
nudged her face toward his own.
“I want to kiss you,” he told her.
His eyes were all smoldering desire, his voice a wayward assurance.
“We probably need to talk before
there’s any kissing,” she ventured, trying to be rational despite the delicious
feel of his hands now rubbing suggestively and rhythmically over her hips. She
turned in his arms and drew away from him, hoping a little distance would bring
her to her senses.
His hands around her wrists were
sudden and vise-like, and he pulled her back to him firmly but gently. Her
shoulder blades met his breastbone, her derriere pushed against his crotch.
Then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tighter still against his
hard, hot body, threading kisses along the back of her neck and licking the
sensitive skin behind her ear.
Cara shivered, knowing she should
object, protest, struggle, or even scream
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