Read Online Each Time We Love by Shirlee Busbee - Free Book Online

that marriage was not a state he had ever contemplated. Ever.
While Betsey had assured him most blithely some weeks ago when their
affair began that marriage was the last thing on her mind, regrettably
it would appear that the lady had changed her mind. Adam sighed. God,
how he hated scenes!
    Encouraged by his remarks about her body, Betsey stretched
languidly and, looking coyly over at him, murmured throatily, "If we
were to be married, we wouldn't have to meet secretly anymore. This
'delectable little body' of mine that you enjoy so much would be in
your bed every night…"
    "And whose bed would it grace during the afternoons?" Adam
asked sardonically, having no illusions about the young lady.
    A gasp of outrage came from Betsey and she glared at him,
leaving off her sensuous posturings. Did he really know about her other
lovers? she wondered warily. She was certain she had been exceedingly
discreet. He couldn't possibly know that when he wasn't available she
appeased her appetites with a few other accommodating gentlemen in the
area, could he? Not that any of them was as skilled in bed as Adam St,
Clair! It was just too bad that he had to be the most desirable,
infuriatingly arrogant, utterly charming rogue she had ever met! she
thought resentfully.
    Adam was undeniably all of those things as he lounged
carelessly against a pile of white pillows on the bed. A snowy cambric
sheet covered the lower half of his tall body, leaving bare the broad
shoulders, wide chest, narrow waist, and part of his upper abdomen. The
fabric lovingly outlined his lean hips and long legs, and almost seemed
to caress his blatant manhood as he relaxed there like a sultan
surveying his harem, his virility almost tangible. His skin appeared
very dark against the pristine whiteness of the sheet and pillows, the
lavish sprinkling of black hair which covered his chest and arrowed
down to disappear tantalizingly beneath the sheet intensifying his
darkness. A lock of curly black hair persisted in falling across his
broad forehead, and with those gleaming sapphire-blue eyes, deep-set
below thick, boldly arching black brows, those hard-angled cheekbones,
that formidable chin and the most sensually chiseled mouth Betsey had
ever encountered in her life, it wasn't surprising that he had been the
object of more than one woman's fantasy all of his adult life.
    He was also, Betsey reflected bitterly as she sat on the side
of the bed amid the rumpled sheets, undoubtedly the most enraging, the
most horrid, the most fascinating, the most irresistible male she had
ever met in all her years! And it was palpably the unfairest thing in
nature that even as furious as she was with him, she couldn't help but
respond to his flagrant masculinity.
    Her eyes glistening with sudden hunger, she leaned forward and
said with a calculatingly winsome smile, "Oh, Adam! Let's not fight!"
Her eyes caressing him, she breathed huskily, "Not now. Not when we
have so little time together…"
    A frankly carnal smile tugged at his lips. "Is that a hint, my
dear?"
    A shiver of anticipation ran down Betsey's spine at the
explicit promise in his deep voice. No matter how many times he made
love to her, no matter how limp and satiated she lay in his arms
afterward, she never seemed to get enough of Adam's addicting
lovemaking. She hungered for him as she had hungered for nothing else
in her life and as she stared fixedly at the growing bulge beneath the
sheets at the apex of his lean thighs, her breath caught in her throat.
A catlike smile of satisfaction on her full pink mouth, she reached
over and, pulling the sheet down to where it rested across his thighs,
lasciviously caressed the burgeoning flesh she had exposed, her fingers
marveling at his size. "Is
this
a hint?" she
asked demurely.
    Adam's hands closed around her slim shoulders and with
tormenting languidness he pulled her slowly up his long body. His mouth
sliding warmly down her cheek to nibble at her lips, he muttered, "Now
what do