and spine, restlessly exploring her curves and fitting her more fully to his length. The stimulation of their touch seemed to destroy what grip on reality she still maintained.
Her lips were suddenly cooled, exposed to the air when his mouth trailed across her cheek to thehollow below her ear. He caught the lobe of her ear between his teeth, nibbling at it with sensuous ease. Shari couldn’t stop the shudder that quaked through her. His warm breath stirred her ear, starting more tremors.
“Would a brother make you feel like this?” Whit challenged huskily, revealing his awareness of the desires he was arousing within her.
“No.” Her voice was hoarse, and she hated him for forcing her to admit that she was enjoying the sensations he was creating.
Shari discovered his hands had worked their way inside her robe. The looseness of her pajama top gave them easy access to her bare skin. The air was stripped from her lungs when his hand caught the fullness of a breast in its palm. The ache inside her was so intense that she wanted to cry out but she didn’t have the strength.
“Would he touch you like this?” he demanded as he nuzzled her cheek, coming close to her lips yet resisting their parted invitation.
“No.” Her answer verged on a whimper as her hands trembled over the flexed muscles of his shoulders.
Whit rubbed his mouth over her lips, enjoying their feel without taking them. “Would a brother be crazy to explore every inch of you?” His heated breath filled her mouth but this time he didn’t wait for her admission. “I’m not your brother, Shari. I’m not going to let you pretend anymore that I am.”
“Don’t.” She wasn’t sure what she was protesting.His continual teasing of her lips or his determination to turn her into a quivering mass of desire.
“Do I have to take you to bed to convince you?” he demanded roughly.
There was a cold run of ice through her veins as she suddenly realized how easily that could happen. Seduction required a willing participant, and she had shown herself to be willing. To make matters worse, she was more than half-convinced Whit would be the ideal lover. She was instantly repelled by that incestuous thought.
Violently, she pushed away from him, holding the front of her robe closed with one hand and raising the back of her other hand to her mouth. She scrubbed it across her lips in an effort to erase the taste of him.
Her gaze studied him with a new perception. There was no attempt on his part to bridge the distance between them. His male virility was a very obvious thing to her now. Whit stood there, with his hands at his side, looking back at her. His bare chest rose and fell with the ragged tempo of his breathing.
Shari suddenly realized that this night could never be forgotten. They could never go back to the comfortable, secure relationship she’d known. Her stepbrother was lost to her forever. Her heart was twisted by the loss.
“Why did you do this?” she accused with a broken sob. “Why did you ruin everything?”
“Shari.” Whit took a step toward her, his hand reaching out.
With a little cry, she pivoted away from him andran to the door. Her shaking hand fumbled with the doorknob. For a panicked instant, she thought it was locked. Then she pulled it open and raced down the corridor to her room.
Whit was coming after her. Shari could hear the long strides of his footsteps. Breathing in sobs, she made it inside the room before he could catch up with her. She leaned against the door to keep him out and shakily turned the key in the lock.
The doorknob was rattled but it refused to turn. Her legs didn’t seem to want to support her and Shari continued to lean against the solidness of the door. Tears ran silently down her cheeks as she closed her eyes.
“Shari, let me in.” His voice was pitched low and she knew he didn’t want to waken the other sleeping members of the house.
“No, I won’t.” Her voice rasped out the
Her lips were suddenly cooled, exposed to the air when his mouth trailed across her cheek to thehollow below her ear. He caught the lobe of her ear between his teeth, nibbling at it with sensuous ease. Shari couldn’t stop the shudder that quaked through her. His warm breath stirred her ear, starting more tremors.
“Would a brother make you feel like this?” Whit challenged huskily, revealing his awareness of the desires he was arousing within her.
“No.” Her voice was hoarse, and she hated him for forcing her to admit that she was enjoying the sensations he was creating.
Shari discovered his hands had worked their way inside her robe. The looseness of her pajama top gave them easy access to her bare skin. The air was stripped from her lungs when his hand caught the fullness of a breast in its palm. The ache inside her was so intense that she wanted to cry out but she didn’t have the strength.
“Would he touch you like this?” he demanded as he nuzzled her cheek, coming close to her lips yet resisting their parted invitation.
“No.” Her answer verged on a whimper as her hands trembled over the flexed muscles of his shoulders.
Whit rubbed his mouth over her lips, enjoying their feel without taking them. “Would a brother be crazy to explore every inch of you?” His heated breath filled her mouth but this time he didn’t wait for her admission. “I’m not your brother, Shari. I’m not going to let you pretend anymore that I am.”
“Don’t.” She wasn’t sure what she was protesting.His continual teasing of her lips or his determination to turn her into a quivering mass of desire.
“Do I have to take you to bed to convince you?” he demanded roughly.
There was a cold run of ice through her veins as she suddenly realized how easily that could happen. Seduction required a willing participant, and she had shown herself to be willing. To make matters worse, she was more than half-convinced Whit would be the ideal lover. She was instantly repelled by that incestuous thought.
Violently, she pushed away from him, holding the front of her robe closed with one hand and raising the back of her other hand to her mouth. She scrubbed it across her lips in an effort to erase the taste of him.
Her gaze studied him with a new perception. There was no attempt on his part to bridge the distance between them. His male virility was a very obvious thing to her now. Whit stood there, with his hands at his side, looking back at her. His bare chest rose and fell with the ragged tempo of his breathing.
Shari suddenly realized that this night could never be forgotten. They could never go back to the comfortable, secure relationship she’d known. Her stepbrother was lost to her forever. Her heart was twisted by the loss.
“Why did you do this?” she accused with a broken sob. “Why did you ruin everything?”
“Shari.” Whit took a step toward her, his hand reaching out.
With a little cry, she pivoted away from him andran to the door. Her shaking hand fumbled with the doorknob. For a panicked instant, she thought it was locked. Then she pulled it open and raced down the corridor to her room.
Whit was coming after her. Shari could hear the long strides of his footsteps. Breathing in sobs, she made it inside the room before he could catch up with her. She leaned against the door to keep him out and shakily turned the key in the lock.
The doorknob was rattled but it refused to turn. Her legs didn’t seem to want to support her and Shari continued to lean against the solidness of the door. Tears ran silently down her cheeks as she closed her eyes.
“Shari, let me in.” His voice was pitched low and she knew he didn’t want to waken the other sleeping members of the house.
“No, I won’t.” Her voice rasped out the
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