doing kissing him like this?
He kissed her back, hungrily, his mind racing
even as his body demanded more. The effort to keep himself in check
made his muscles burn with bunched tension. Nora moaned, the
glitter of her eyes visible as she pulled back a fraction. She drew
her hand down the front of his shirt, finding and opening three
buttons before Bret captured her with his own hand.
"Honey." His voice sounded strained to his own
ears. "You've had a rough night. Maybe I'd better get you home." It
was the noblest thing he'd ever said in his life.
"Don't you want me?" she breathed, nipping at
the corner of his mouth. "I want you."
"Nora, for God's sake," Bret groaned. Every
touch made him crazier. Just sitting beside her for the last half
hour had been an act of sheer willpower.
She turned to face him more fully. "You told me
to act on my impulses, to do what I want to do."
Jeez, he was an idiot. He'd encouraged her to
act boldly and now his biggest fantasy had just become a nightmare.
How could he make love to her when she'd regret it in the
morning?
Wreathing both arms around his neck, she
nuzzled his shirt collar. "This is what I want. And this." She
pressed herself against him, her breasts soft and
enticing.
He groaned again, bending swiftly to capture
her mouth in a rough kiss, wrestling his own urges with limited
success. This was the wild side of Nora, her hungry little mouth
clinging to his as she pressed her body to him.
"You'll wake up tomorrow and hate me." Go
with it! His body demanded. "God knows I want you so bad I've
been walking funny for six weeks. But don't go to bed with me to
spite the town."
"I could never hate you," she said, wriggling
closer. "I've dreamed about making love with you. I haven't been
able to sleep since the other day for thinking about the way you
touched me."
Bret stared down at her, his indecision swiftly
fading.
"Make love to me," she asked. "I know what I
want."
He moved then, bending his head to capture her
mouth, hot and hungry. "No regrets," Bret commanded between
kisses.
"None." she promised breathlessly as she tore
open the rest of his buttons and brushed her hands over his chest,
cool and seductive.
Fumbling to get closer, he hauled her onto his
lap, his hand cupping the curve of her breast. She arched to him,
her breath coming in little pants. He stroked her through the thin
cotton of her shirt, teasing her nipple. Nora moaned, her head
falling back over his arm.
Once nestled on his lap, he held her closer
still, his hand caressing her soft flesh as he sought her mouth.
Need tore at him, fierce and hot, consuming any rational thought.
She was here with him, wanting him, and he was swamped with an
overwhelming drive to lose himself in her.
He had to get a grip. At this rate, he'd rush
her and end up embarrassing himself. Nora bent to press her face
against his chest, where his shirt was still open from her earlier
foray. "Damn," he muttered his arms tight around her.
Bracing his legs, Bret surged off the couch,
carrying her toward the bedroom with large strides. The door
slammed back against the wall as he carried her into the dark, cool
room. He tilted her onto the bed, straightening to rip off his
shirt. She knelt on the bed, her flushed face visible in the light
filtering in from the living room. With her dark hair tumbled
around her shoulders, she waited for him. He could see her
trembling and recognized the desire in her eyes.
He closed the distance between them in a
heartbeat, carrying her back against the flat surface of the
bed.
How long had he hungered for her? Ached for her
as he tossed in this very bed? Ever since she'd come home, she'd
lingered in his mind, driving away thoughts of other
women.
He joined her on the bed, kneeling beside her
to cup her head in his hands and hold her still for his kiss. Long,
slow kisses, one after another until he could feel the molten rush
of his blood through his veins.
Moist and tender, her lips were sweeter
He kissed her back, hungrily, his mind racing
even as his body demanded more. The effort to keep himself in check
made his muscles burn with bunched tension. Nora moaned, the
glitter of her eyes visible as she pulled back a fraction. She drew
her hand down the front of his shirt, finding and opening three
buttons before Bret captured her with his own hand.
"Honey." His voice sounded strained to his own
ears. "You've had a rough night. Maybe I'd better get you home." It
was the noblest thing he'd ever said in his life.
"Don't you want me?" she breathed, nipping at
the corner of his mouth. "I want you."
"Nora, for God's sake," Bret groaned. Every
touch made him crazier. Just sitting beside her for the last half
hour had been an act of sheer willpower.
She turned to face him more fully. "You told me
to act on my impulses, to do what I want to do."
Jeez, he was an idiot. He'd encouraged her to
act boldly and now his biggest fantasy had just become a nightmare.
How could he make love to her when she'd regret it in the
morning?
Wreathing both arms around his neck, she
nuzzled his shirt collar. "This is what I want. And this." She
pressed herself against him, her breasts soft and
enticing.
He groaned again, bending swiftly to capture
her mouth in a rough kiss, wrestling his own urges with limited
success. This was the wild side of Nora, her hungry little mouth
clinging to his as she pressed her body to him.
"You'll wake up tomorrow and hate me." Go
with it! His body demanded. "God knows I want you so bad I've
been walking funny for six weeks. But don't go to bed with me to
spite the town."
"I could never hate you," she said, wriggling
closer. "I've dreamed about making love with you. I haven't been
able to sleep since the other day for thinking about the way you
touched me."
Bret stared down at her, his indecision swiftly
fading.
"Make love to me," she asked. "I know what I
want."
He moved then, bending his head to capture her
mouth, hot and hungry. "No regrets," Bret commanded between
kisses.
"None." she promised breathlessly as she tore
open the rest of his buttons and brushed her hands over his chest,
cool and seductive.
Fumbling to get closer, he hauled her onto his
lap, his hand cupping the curve of her breast. She arched to him,
her breath coming in little pants. He stroked her through the thin
cotton of her shirt, teasing her nipple. Nora moaned, her head
falling back over his arm.
Once nestled on his lap, he held her closer
still, his hand caressing her soft flesh as he sought her mouth.
Need tore at him, fierce and hot, consuming any rational thought.
She was here with him, wanting him, and he was swamped with an
overwhelming drive to lose himself in her.
He had to get a grip. At this rate, he'd rush
her and end up embarrassing himself. Nora bent to press her face
against his chest, where his shirt was still open from her earlier
foray. "Damn," he muttered his arms tight around her.
Bracing his legs, Bret surged off the couch,
carrying her toward the bedroom with large strides. The door
slammed back against the wall as he carried her into the dark, cool
room. He tilted her onto the bed, straightening to rip off his
shirt. She knelt on the bed, her flushed face visible in the light
filtering in from the living room. With her dark hair tumbled
around her shoulders, she waited for him. He could see her
trembling and recognized the desire in her eyes.
He closed the distance between them in a
heartbeat, carrying her back against the flat surface of the
bed.
How long had he hungered for her? Ached for her
as he tossed in this very bed? Ever since she'd come home, she'd
lingered in his mind, driving away thoughts of other
women.
He joined her on the bed, kneeling beside her
to cup her head in his hands and hold her still for his kiss. Long,
slow kisses, one after another until he could feel the molten rush
of his blood through his veins.
Moist and tender, her lips were sweeter
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