Read Online For the Babies' Sakes (Expecting) (Harlequin Presents, No. 2280) by Sara Wood - Free Book Online

mind. Where had he learnt to touch a woman like that? It had always been good, but never so…
    She blushed scarlet, feeling the heat rippling through her turgid body, arousing it again. With disgust, she crushed her lust. Blanked out as well as she could the memory of Dan’s desire-filled eyes luring her on, the intensity of his passion and the terrible need he had satisfied in her.
    How could she have been so stupid? He’d probably packed his clothes and scooted off, vastly amused that she’d been so pie-eyed from drinking on an empty stomach that she’d given him a good time as a parting gesture!
    Furious with herself, she crawled dazedly to her feet, aching and tender from the most tenderly impassioned seduction she’d ever known. Or would ever know, she decided gloomily.
    And she’d willingly encouraged him.
    The starkness of her nudity was mortifying. She’d been… outrageous . All that yelling and urging… It was as if she’d been desperate to be loved by him one last time. Though love hadn’t come into it. Dan had just reacted like any man with sex uppermost in his mind.
    Feeling vulnerable in the middle of the sitting room, she wrapped her arms around herself and wondered what to do.
    She couldn’t face the stairs. Not so soon after Dan’s highly physical goodbye and with the memory of Celine’s pink briefs haunting every step.
    There was a shower in the downstairs cloakroom. She’d use that, then find the T-shirt. Scarlet shame invaded her body from the feet up. She seemed to remember she’dwhirled her top over her head and lobbed it in the direction of the pasta jar.
    Nervously she crept to the door, listened, and began to cross the hall. Halfway, with her arms wrapped around herself to protect her modesty, she suddenly froze.
    Dan was still in the house—and talking to someone in the study.
    â€˜Celine!’ she muttered under her breath, hoping beyond hope that it wasn’t.
    Grimly determined to investigate, Helen tiptoed to the shower and grabbed a bath sheet. Her heart thumped so loudly she thought he must hear it. Stealthily she padded over to the study and put her ear to the door.
    â€˜Thank God you’re there!’ she heard him exclaim with huge relief. And passionately he added, ‘I need to see you. I’ve got to talk to you, Celine!’
    â€˜Oh-h-h!’
    Unable to believe his nerve, she hurled the door open with such force that it smashed against the wall and rebounded. Dan dropped the phone in shock. Like a whirlwind she ran forwards and slammed it back in its cradle, exploding with a monumental fury.
    â€˜You two-timing, selfish, deceitful, scum of the earth!’ she yelled, barely two inches from him, her body quivering, almost bouncing, with incandescent rage. ‘You disgust me! You’re…obscene!’ she spluttered. ‘How dare you take advantage of me? You must have known I’d had too much to drink! And now you’re ringing her!’
    She was beginning to sob out the words, distraught that their love-making had been nothing special to him at all. When it had touched the very depths of her soul.
    â€˜I will never, ever, speak to you again!’ she cried vehemently. ‘You’ll contact me through my solicitor…’ She found herself unable to construct a sentence. ‘Get divorce. Contemptible! Broken trust…amoral, vile…’
    Now she was incoherent, words just emerging wildly, arms windmilling in all directions. But he did nothing, just stayed where he was, impassive, cold, utterly closed to her.
    Her head buzzed strangely. Something black seemed to roll across her eyes and the last thing she knew was that she was falling into a deep and endless well of nothing.
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    The blackness became grey and then she was being dragged unwillingly into daylight. No—the glow of a lamp. Blinking, she discovered that she was in bed. Naked. Waves of sickness