Deception by Margaret Pargeter Page A

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possession of his kiss when it came, nor the years of experience behind
it, which mocked her first bewildered attempts to match it. Startled, she tried
to draw back, but his arms slid completely around her, crushing her slender
body closer, while one hand grasped a handful of her silky hair, pulling her
head back to take the full force of his hard mouth.
    The hardness of his
chest made her breasts ache. She had invited his lovemaking, but it was more
than she had bargained for. His mouth was like an assault. As the kiss hardened
and lengthened she couldn't move. All the sensation which she had thought
she must have imagined, in his bedroom, was there. It flooded her body, jerking
her convulsively against him, bringing a sharp fear which tensed her slight
limbs virginally against the instant hardening of his, as the same
excitement mounted sensuously within her.
    The drowning sensation
was too rear to be bearable. Frantically, as he groaned against her, her hands
clutched his arms, as though in a desperate attempt to save herself. This was
not as she had planned. If she had been guilty of planning anything at all, it
had only been one chaste little kiss. Nothing like this. Not something that was
turning her limbs to jelly and threatened to render her completely helpless.
    As the pressure of his
mouth increased roughly, her lungs ached with the effort of trying to breathe,
and if she had almost forgotten what she was doing so, apparently, had Logan.
His arms tightened with an urgent passion that seemed to penetrate every pore
of her being.
    The feeling was so
sweeping that she subconsciously fought against it by clenching her lips
tighdy. She found the strength to do this even while her head was swimming.
Vaguely, she fancied she was doing rather well until, as though he was aware of her resistance and seeking
to punish her for it, his hands moved around to caress the rosy peaks of
her breasts. It was then she was lost, as with an involuntary gasp her
lips parted under his.
    Moments later the wild
panic returned, as she became aware of rising emotions which she couldn't
control. Logan must have known what she was trying to fight, but he didn't seem
noticeably intent on helping her. Instinct warned her that something might be
pushing him harder than she knew. A certain passionate hunger was conveying itself in the hot, sweet exploration of his
mouth, his momen tary blindness to everything but his own deep
needs. Unwittingly perhaps, she had put a match to something explosive. If
she got hurt she could only blame herself, for hadn't she invited—begged
him and tempted?
    'Let me go!' she
gasped, with superhuman effort dragging her bruised mouth away from his.
    He refused thickly,
'It's not enough, Thea, not nearly enough!'
    Raising
heavy, distracted eyes, she saw the flush of colour over
his cheekbones, his green eyes darkening to near black. He wasn't
angry—she realised weakly that his strongest emotion at the moment wasn't
anger but desire. In a kind of mute protest she shook her fair head, but she
hadn't the strength left to fight him.     
    From her manner of conveying
it, Logan obviously read her protest as a form of agreement. Gently he smoothed
the heavy hair away from her damp forehead, as though to give her breathing
space, and his hands caressed the long line of her throat, pausing on the pulse
that beat there frantically. His touch was insistent but kind and she couldn't
resist it. With a trembling sigh of pleasure, the fight went out of her as she
felt his lips on her temple before he pressed them on her closed eyelids,
the side of her cheek, along her jawline. Then he was covering her mouth again with deep, drugging kisses which made her
only want to cry out and cling to him.
    Easing away from her
for a moment, he unbuttoned his shirt. Slowly he took her hands, sliding them
inside it, around him, until once more she was crushed against him. Swiftly he
undid the fastening on the back of her bra. From there