pressure of his mouth against the bare curve of her breast where the strap had fallen away. Her body arched instinctively at the unexpected pressure, at the newness of a man’s lips on her body, and she gasped.
“Do you like it?” he murmured against her silky skin, and drew the strap down even farther to seek the deep pink peak with his warm mouth in an intimacy that made her grasp his dark hair with both hands to jerk him away. A mistake, she saw that immediately, because his eyes had a brief and total view of the curves his lips had touched, before she was able to jerk the bodice back in place.
He studied her flaming face with interest. “Was it always in the dark before?” he murmured, smiling. “I’m glad you left at least one first for me. What’s that saying about the delights to be found in small packages?”
“You beast!” she whispered, flushing more wildly than ever.
He chuckled softly, watching her jerk the sheet over herself. He sat up, as smug as a tiger with one paw on its prey.
“Small but perfect, love,” he said gently, and for a moment he seemed a stranger, his silver eyes almost gentle, his face faintly kind.
Impulsively, she reached out and touched his bare chest, looking up at him with all the unasked questions in her eyes. “I’m sorry you and Marguerite were worried.”
He only nodded. “You’d better get some sleep.”
“You had, too,” she murmured. “You won’t be able to work at all.”
“I’ll have hell keeping my mind on work, all right,” he admitted, staring into her puzzled eyes. He leaned down, his mouth poised just over hers. “Hard, this time,” he whispered gruffly, “and open your mouth…”
He crushed her lips under his, fostering a hunger like nothing she’d ever felt before. It was a meeting of mouths that was as intimate as the merging of two souls. She arched up against him, her mouth wild, her nails biting into his shoulders, moaning in a surrender as sweeping as death. She loved him so, wanted him so, and for this instant he was hers. She wanted nothing more than to give him everything she had to give, despite all the arguments, all the harsh words.
He drew back, breathing heavily, his eyes blazing with suppressed desire. He caught her wrists and drew her hands gently away from his shoulders, easing her back down on the pillow.
“I’d rather saw off my arm than leave you,” he said in a husky whisper. “Oh, God, I want you so!”
She caught her trembling lower lip in her teeth, staring up at him helplessly, beyond words.
He drew a heavy breath and leaned down, brushing her mouth lightly with his, a tender caress after the storm. “You could still sleep with me,” he remarked quietly, searching her misty eyes. “No strings, just sleep. I’d like to hold you against me, see you lying there in my bed.”
The flush went all the way down her body, and he watched it with a passing confusion in his glittering eyes.
“What if your mother or Duncan happened to walk in?” she asked unsteadily, trying to make light of it when she wanted nothing more than to do just as he’d suggested.
He searched her eyes. “Then I’d have to marry you, wouldn’t I?” he asked with a faint smile. He got up before she could decide whether or not he was joking, and the moment was lost. He glanced back at her from the open door.
“Sweet dreams, honey. Sleep well. God knows, I won’t,” he added, his eyes sweeping the length of her body under the thin sheet.
“Good night, Jason,” she whispered softly, “or should I say good morning?”
He smiled, then turned and went through the door without looking back. Amanda stared after him for a long time before she turned over and closed her eyes with a sigh.
Chapter Seven
S he opened her eyes to a shaft of midmorning sunlight that streamed across the fluffy blue coverlet, and as her soft brown eyes stared at the ceiling, the memory of Jace’s visit sent tingles of excitement all over her. She threw
“Do you like it?” he murmured against her silky skin, and drew the strap down even farther to seek the deep pink peak with his warm mouth in an intimacy that made her grasp his dark hair with both hands to jerk him away. A mistake, she saw that immediately, because his eyes had a brief and total view of the curves his lips had touched, before she was able to jerk the bodice back in place.
He studied her flaming face with interest. “Was it always in the dark before?” he murmured, smiling. “I’m glad you left at least one first for me. What’s that saying about the delights to be found in small packages?”
“You beast!” she whispered, flushing more wildly than ever.
He chuckled softly, watching her jerk the sheet over herself. He sat up, as smug as a tiger with one paw on its prey.
“Small but perfect, love,” he said gently, and for a moment he seemed a stranger, his silver eyes almost gentle, his face faintly kind.
Impulsively, she reached out and touched his bare chest, looking up at him with all the unasked questions in her eyes. “I’m sorry you and Marguerite were worried.”
He only nodded. “You’d better get some sleep.”
“You had, too,” she murmured. “You won’t be able to work at all.”
“I’ll have hell keeping my mind on work, all right,” he admitted, staring into her puzzled eyes. He leaned down, his mouth poised just over hers. “Hard, this time,” he whispered gruffly, “and open your mouth…”
He crushed her lips under his, fostering a hunger like nothing she’d ever felt before. It was a meeting of mouths that was as intimate as the merging of two souls. She arched up against him, her mouth wild, her nails biting into his shoulders, moaning in a surrender as sweeping as death. She loved him so, wanted him so, and for this instant he was hers. She wanted nothing more than to give him everything she had to give, despite all the arguments, all the harsh words.
He drew back, breathing heavily, his eyes blazing with suppressed desire. He caught her wrists and drew her hands gently away from his shoulders, easing her back down on the pillow.
“I’d rather saw off my arm than leave you,” he said in a husky whisper. “Oh, God, I want you so!”
She caught her trembling lower lip in her teeth, staring up at him helplessly, beyond words.
He drew a heavy breath and leaned down, brushing her mouth lightly with his, a tender caress after the storm. “You could still sleep with me,” he remarked quietly, searching her misty eyes. “No strings, just sleep. I’d like to hold you against me, see you lying there in my bed.”
The flush went all the way down her body, and he watched it with a passing confusion in his glittering eyes.
“What if your mother or Duncan happened to walk in?” she asked unsteadily, trying to make light of it when she wanted nothing more than to do just as he’d suggested.
He searched her eyes. “Then I’d have to marry you, wouldn’t I?” he asked with a faint smile. He got up before she could decide whether or not he was joking, and the moment was lost. He glanced back at her from the open door.
“Sweet dreams, honey. Sleep well. God knows, I won’t,” he added, his eyes sweeping the length of her body under the thin sheet.
“Good night, Jason,” she whispered softly, “or should I say good morning?”
He smiled, then turned and went through the door without looking back. Amanda stared after him for a long time before she turned over and closed her eyes with a sigh.
Chapter Seven
S he opened her eyes to a shaft of midmorning sunlight that streamed across the fluffy blue coverlet, and as her soft brown eyes stared at the ceiling, the memory of Jace’s visit sent tingles of excitement all over her. She threw
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