ruefully.
‘Or ever!’ Elizabeth echoed as she sat up to look for her discarded bathing costume. It lay some distance away on the rock, tangled into a wet, unappealing ball.
Dear God…!
What had happened to her just now? How could she have allowed herself to completely unravel in Rogan’s arms like that?
How could she have been so foolish!
‘I like your hair all soft like this—’
‘Don’t touch me!’ Elizabeth flinched back as Rogan would have reached out and touched the silkiness of her recently dried hair.
Rogan’s eyes darkened angrily as his arm dropped back to his side. ‘You didn’t seem to object a few minutes ago when I touched you!’
Colour burned Elizabeth’s cheeks as she remembered all too clearly the shameful way she had pleaded for his touch.She’d been so aroused, so aching, so desperate for release as she urged Rogan to give her what she needed…
Something he had done beyond her wildest imaginings!
She swallowed hard, her gaze no longer meeting his. ‘I must have been out of my mind.’
‘Oh, you were,’ Rogan said pointedly. ‘Completely and wildly out of your mind.’
Her eyes shot furious sparks at him. ‘Do you have to sound so—so damned triumphant?’
He gave an unrepentant shrug. ‘It’s a natural reaction in a man when he knows he’s just given his woman pleasure.’
‘I’m not your woman,’ Elizabeth gasped incredulously.
‘Just say the word and you could be,’ Rogan drawled softly, having no idea how he would handle having someone like Elizabeth in his life, but knowing that giving this woman pleasure once hadn’t been nearly enough to satisfy his own appetite for her. He wanted to make love to her again. And again. And have her make love to him, too…
The throb of his thighs ached all over again just at the thought of having the fullness of her lips about him, her tiny tongue lapping the length of him…
‘For how long?’ she came back challengingly.
Rogan shrugged. ‘For as long as it lasted.’
‘“It” being a purely sexual relationship?’
‘Of course.’
Elizabeth gave a disgusted shake of her head. ‘I have absolutely no wish to become the latest woman in what I have no doubt is the very long line of your conquests!’ She spat the words at him as though he’d just mortally insulted her.
The coldness of her rejection was like a slap in the face after Rogan’s imaginings. In which, knowing how much awoman like Elizabeth didn’t belong in his world, he had wanted to take her there anyway…
‘Didn’t my lovemaking measure up to the “dark predator” in your book?’ he taunted sarcastically.
Colour heated Elizabeth’s cheeks at this reference to the book she had been reading the night Rogan arrived. After the way she had responded to him how could he even suggest that his lovemaking hadn’t measured up? Making love with him had been beyond anything Elizabeth could ever have imagined it to be.
‘I’m going back to the house now,’ she bit out abruptly. ‘Try not to get cut off by the tide, won’t you?’ she added with false sweetness as she rose to her feet, grabbing up her costume and holding it in front of her nakedness as Rogan made no effort to hide his admiring glance.
Rogan had no chance to make any reply as he watched Elizabeth walk away.
He sighed heavily as he fell back onto the rock, its coldness acting as a balm to the ache in his loins as he stared up at the cloudless sky.
Elizabeth obviously wanted to forget what had happened, but there was no way Rogan would ever be able to forget the way Elizabeth had caught fire in his arms just now. Her ready response to the caress of his mouth and hands on her body. The tremors of her shuddering release.
Even if he wanted to, there was no way Rogan could ever forget any of that…
Chapter Seven
‘D OING some late spring-cleaning…?’
Elizabeth straightened to turn and stare numbly across the room at Rogan as he stood in the doorway of the library. ‘I
‘Or ever!’ Elizabeth echoed as she sat up to look for her discarded bathing costume. It lay some distance away on the rock, tangled into a wet, unappealing ball.
Dear God…!
What had happened to her just now? How could she have allowed herself to completely unravel in Rogan’s arms like that?
How could she have been so foolish!
‘I like your hair all soft like this—’
‘Don’t touch me!’ Elizabeth flinched back as Rogan would have reached out and touched the silkiness of her recently dried hair.
Rogan’s eyes darkened angrily as his arm dropped back to his side. ‘You didn’t seem to object a few minutes ago when I touched you!’
Colour burned Elizabeth’s cheeks as she remembered all too clearly the shameful way she had pleaded for his touch.She’d been so aroused, so aching, so desperate for release as she urged Rogan to give her what she needed…
Something he had done beyond her wildest imaginings!
She swallowed hard, her gaze no longer meeting his. ‘I must have been out of my mind.’
‘Oh, you were,’ Rogan said pointedly. ‘Completely and wildly out of your mind.’
Her eyes shot furious sparks at him. ‘Do you have to sound so—so damned triumphant?’
He gave an unrepentant shrug. ‘It’s a natural reaction in a man when he knows he’s just given his woman pleasure.’
‘I’m not your woman,’ Elizabeth gasped incredulously.
‘Just say the word and you could be,’ Rogan drawled softly, having no idea how he would handle having someone like Elizabeth in his life, but knowing that giving this woman pleasure once hadn’t been nearly enough to satisfy his own appetite for her. He wanted to make love to her again. And again. And have her make love to him, too…
The throb of his thighs ached all over again just at the thought of having the fullness of her lips about him, her tiny tongue lapping the length of him…
‘For how long?’ she came back challengingly.
Rogan shrugged. ‘For as long as it lasted.’
‘“It” being a purely sexual relationship?’
‘Of course.’
Elizabeth gave a disgusted shake of her head. ‘I have absolutely no wish to become the latest woman in what I have no doubt is the very long line of your conquests!’ She spat the words at him as though he’d just mortally insulted her.
The coldness of her rejection was like a slap in the face after Rogan’s imaginings. In which, knowing how much awoman like Elizabeth didn’t belong in his world, he had wanted to take her there anyway…
‘Didn’t my lovemaking measure up to the “dark predator” in your book?’ he taunted sarcastically.
Colour heated Elizabeth’s cheeks at this reference to the book she had been reading the night Rogan arrived. After the way she had responded to him how could he even suggest that his lovemaking hadn’t measured up? Making love with him had been beyond anything Elizabeth could ever have imagined it to be.
‘I’m going back to the house now,’ she bit out abruptly. ‘Try not to get cut off by the tide, won’t you?’ she added with false sweetness as she rose to her feet, grabbing up her costume and holding it in front of her nakedness as Rogan made no effort to hide his admiring glance.
Rogan had no chance to make any reply as he watched Elizabeth walk away.
He sighed heavily as he fell back onto the rock, its coldness acting as a balm to the ache in his loins as he stared up at the cloudless sky.
Elizabeth obviously wanted to forget what had happened, but there was no way Rogan would ever be able to forget the way Elizabeth had caught fire in his arms just now. Her ready response to the caress of his mouth and hands on her body. The tremors of her shuddering release.
Even if he wanted to, there was no way Rogan could ever forget any of that…
Chapter Seven
‘D OING some late spring-cleaning…?’
Elizabeth straightened to turn and stare numbly across the room at Rogan as he stood in the doorway of the library. ‘I
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