drinking champagne and laughing and congratulating me. Your mother put her arm around my shoulders.” It made her voice break, forced her to fight to steady it. “It sounds ridiculous, I know it, but if I hadn’t gone up right then, I would have grabbed on to her. Just grabbed on and held. She would have thought I was crazy.”
Lonely? Had he thought she was lonely? He understood now the word didn’t come close. “She would have thought you wanted a hug.” He slipped his arms around her, felt her tremble lightly. “Go ahead, grab on to me. It’s all right.”
He eased her closer, pressed his cheek to her hair. He could feel her hesitation, the battle of emotions that had her standing very still. Then her arms came around him, wrapped tight. Her breath came out on a long, broken sigh.
“We’re big on grabbing in my family,” he told her. “You won’t shock any of us if you take hold.”
It felt so good to press up against the strong wall of his chest, to hear the steady beat of his heart, to smell the warmth of his skin. Closing her eyes, she let herself absorb the comfort of his hand stroking gently over her back.
“It’s just so foreign to me. All of this. All of them. You. Especially you.”
Her voice was husky and low. Her hair was soft under his cheek and fragrant as a meadow. Affection, he reminded himself as her slender little body molded to his, not lust. Friendship, not passion.
Then she turned her head as if to sniff his neck and need stirred restlessly.
“Better now?” He started to ease away, but she clung. His lips brushed her temple, lingered. He held her, let her hold him and told himself it was only because she needed it.
“Mmm.”
The dress had thin straps crossing over the smooth flesh of her back. His fingers began to trace along them, under them. She moved in a long, catlike stretch under the caress, jangling his brain.
It was the only excuse he had for the fact that his lips trailed down her face, found hers and plundered.
He forgot to be gentle. She was pressed against him in the stream of sunlight, all gold and soft and willing. The kiss demanded surrender, and she gave it, flowing into his arms like heated wine, her mouth yielding under the assault of his as if it had only been waiting. Had always been waiting.
Her mind was spinning in slow, expanding circles that spiraled up toward something desperately wanted. The strength of him, the power of those arms that wrapped possessively around her was desperately exciting. Knowing she was helpless against him made her quiver, yet she gloried in the power of him.
This was need, she thought wildly. This, finally this. A wild burst of light and energy and raw nerves. The thumping heart, the racing pulse, the explosion of heat.
Thrilled, she gave herself to it, to him.
In one strong stroke, his hands slid down her back, over the curve of her bottom, lifting her,pressing heat desperately to heat. His mouth swallowed her gasps, greedily, ravenously. He could imagine himself filling her, buried in her, taking her where they stood and driving into her until the hot ball of frustration broke free and gave him peace.
He caught himself as his hands gripped those delicate straps over her back, at the point of rending. He looked down into her eyes, wide, unseeing and still swollen from tears.
He set her aside so abruptly she staggered, scalded her with a look when she crossed her hands over her heart as if to hold it in place.
“You’re too damn trusting.” The words whipped out at her, but the lash was for himself. “It’s a miracle you survived a day on your own.”
God, my God, was all she could think. Was the blood supposed to burn like this? It was a wonder her skin didn’t burst into flame. She lifted her fingers to her mouth where her lips continued to tingle and ache. “I know you won’t hurt me.”
He’d come close, dangerously close, to ripping off her clothes, shoving her against the wall and taking her without
Lonely? Had he thought she was lonely? He understood now the word didn’t come close. “She would have thought you wanted a hug.” He slipped his arms around her, felt her tremble lightly. “Go ahead, grab on to me. It’s all right.”
He eased her closer, pressed his cheek to her hair. He could feel her hesitation, the battle of emotions that had her standing very still. Then her arms came around him, wrapped tight. Her breath came out on a long, broken sigh.
“We’re big on grabbing in my family,” he told her. “You won’t shock any of us if you take hold.”
It felt so good to press up against the strong wall of his chest, to hear the steady beat of his heart, to smell the warmth of his skin. Closing her eyes, she let herself absorb the comfort of his hand stroking gently over her back.
“It’s just so foreign to me. All of this. All of them. You. Especially you.”
Her voice was husky and low. Her hair was soft under his cheek and fragrant as a meadow. Affection, he reminded himself as her slender little body molded to his, not lust. Friendship, not passion.
Then she turned her head as if to sniff his neck and need stirred restlessly.
“Better now?” He started to ease away, but she clung. His lips brushed her temple, lingered. He held her, let her hold him and told himself it was only because she needed it.
“Mmm.”
The dress had thin straps crossing over the smooth flesh of her back. His fingers began to trace along them, under them. She moved in a long, catlike stretch under the caress, jangling his brain.
It was the only excuse he had for the fact that his lips trailed down her face, found hers and plundered.
He forgot to be gentle. She was pressed against him in the stream of sunlight, all gold and soft and willing. The kiss demanded surrender, and she gave it, flowing into his arms like heated wine, her mouth yielding under the assault of his as if it had only been waiting. Had always been waiting.
Her mind was spinning in slow, expanding circles that spiraled up toward something desperately wanted. The strength of him, the power of those arms that wrapped possessively around her was desperately exciting. Knowing she was helpless against him made her quiver, yet she gloried in the power of him.
This was need, she thought wildly. This, finally this. A wild burst of light and energy and raw nerves. The thumping heart, the racing pulse, the explosion of heat.
Thrilled, she gave herself to it, to him.
In one strong stroke, his hands slid down her back, over the curve of her bottom, lifting her,pressing heat desperately to heat. His mouth swallowed her gasps, greedily, ravenously. He could imagine himself filling her, buried in her, taking her where they stood and driving into her until the hot ball of frustration broke free and gave him peace.
He caught himself as his hands gripped those delicate straps over her back, at the point of rending. He looked down into her eyes, wide, unseeing and still swollen from tears.
He set her aside so abruptly she staggered, scalded her with a look when she crossed her hands over her heart as if to hold it in place.
“You’re too damn trusting.” The words whipped out at her, but the lash was for himself. “It’s a miracle you survived a day on your own.”
God, my God, was all she could think. Was the blood supposed to burn like this? It was a wonder her skin didn’t burst into flame. She lifted her fingers to her mouth where her lips continued to tingle and ache. “I know you won’t hurt me.”
He’d come close, dangerously close, to ripping off her clothes, shoving her against the wall and taking her without
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