Bianca?”
As he spoke her name, it became a caress, one that sent shivers of warning down her spine. She looked up again and blushed pro-fusely when she caught him staring. She half turned, stood there for a moment, utterly speechless as the room seemed to shrink in size. It reminded her of when she was seventeen and she thought she was madly in love with him. Back then, London only had eyes for Tiffany Spires. Now, his steady gaze was focused intently on her. She shivered. Realizing that she was holding her breath, she exhaled and hot air gushed from her lungs.
Bianca drew herself up sharply. This would not do, it simply would not do. London was a friend of hers and she was supposed to be in love with another man. Of course, she was still feeling the sting of Collin’s betrayal. That was the only excuse she had for feeling this…this vulnerable. It didn’t help that London was staring at her with hunger burning from the depths of his eyes.
Her skin heated, and she was tempted to order him out of her kitchen and push him out the front door. Besides, it wouldn’t work between them. London Brown loved women and she had sense enough to know there was no way he could stay committed to her for a year without feeling tempted to mess around.
Then she would be back at square one, right where she started.
If that was the case, she might as well just marry Collin. At least no one around here knew him or his reputation. But then there was that determined look in London’s eyes that told her that London was a man of his word and that was what almost made her almost willing to take a chance. Having him by her side would make dealing with her parents so much easier. The only problem was that there was no way she could protect her heart for that long a time. She had run away from him before, but if she agreed to marry him there was no way she would be able to control her feelings, especially now that she was pregnant and her hormones were all out of whack.
As if he knew that she was considering his offer, London closed the distance between them and there was nowhere for her to go. Her eyes met his and held. She shivered uncontrollably, ripples of something she shouldn’t feel for London shimmering through her body. He clasped her gently at the waist and pulled 56
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her into the circle of his arms. His breath was so close to her nose that his lips actually brushed it. She was stunned speechless.
“We would be good together,” he said as he backed her hips against the counter.
Her mind unable to actually grasp what he had said, she leaned into him, her breasts rising and falling quickly. “I…uh.”
She then gasped in surprise as his lips closed on the rim of her ear. He held on to her waist while he did some erotic things to her earlobe that made her turn into pudding in his hands.
Moaning, mindlessly, she let her head drop limply back.
She arched against his body, her breasts pushing against the thin fabric of her T-shirt. When his mouth covered hers and his tongue slid out to trace her lips, she willingly opened for him. She suddenly came alive in his arms, a hungry groan slipping from her mouth while his strong hands moved up and down her spine curving her to conform to his own body. With him so close, there was no mistaking the hard, rigid length of him pressed against her.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you how serious I really am.”
He tasted so good she didn’t want the kiss to end. One hand remained flat against the small of her back, arching her against him, while the other slid up to her neck, his fingers burrowing into the soft thickness of her hair.
Abruptly, London drew back and she stared up at him. There was no mistaking the hunger in his eyes. It shook her to the core.
He gave her a few seconds to object before he leaned forward and took possession of her mouth once more. Bianca stiffened defensively, not daring to move. Stubbornly, she tried to stay in control and she refused to
As he spoke her name, it became a caress, one that sent shivers of warning down her spine. She looked up again and blushed pro-fusely when she caught him staring. She half turned, stood there for a moment, utterly speechless as the room seemed to shrink in size. It reminded her of when she was seventeen and she thought she was madly in love with him. Back then, London only had eyes for Tiffany Spires. Now, his steady gaze was focused intently on her. She shivered. Realizing that she was holding her breath, she exhaled and hot air gushed from her lungs.
Bianca drew herself up sharply. This would not do, it simply would not do. London was a friend of hers and she was supposed to be in love with another man. Of course, she was still feeling the sting of Collin’s betrayal. That was the only excuse she had for feeling this…this vulnerable. It didn’t help that London was staring at her with hunger burning from the depths of his eyes.
Her skin heated, and she was tempted to order him out of her kitchen and push him out the front door. Besides, it wouldn’t work between them. London Brown loved women and she had sense enough to know there was no way he could stay committed to her for a year without feeling tempted to mess around.
Then she would be back at square one, right where she started.
If that was the case, she might as well just marry Collin. At least no one around here knew him or his reputation. But then there was that determined look in London’s eyes that told her that London was a man of his word and that was what almost made her almost willing to take a chance. Having him by her side would make dealing with her parents so much easier. The only problem was that there was no way she could protect her heart for that long a time. She had run away from him before, but if she agreed to marry him there was no way she would be able to control her feelings, especially now that she was pregnant and her hormones were all out of whack.
As if he knew that she was considering his offer, London closed the distance between them and there was nowhere for her to go. Her eyes met his and held. She shivered uncontrollably, ripples of something she shouldn’t feel for London shimmering through her body. He clasped her gently at the waist and pulled 56
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her into the circle of his arms. His breath was so close to her nose that his lips actually brushed it. She was stunned speechless.
“We would be good together,” he said as he backed her hips against the counter.
Her mind unable to actually grasp what he had said, she leaned into him, her breasts rising and falling quickly. “I…uh.”
She then gasped in surprise as his lips closed on the rim of her ear. He held on to her waist while he did some erotic things to her earlobe that made her turn into pudding in his hands.
Moaning, mindlessly, she let her head drop limply back.
She arched against his body, her breasts pushing against the thin fabric of her T-shirt. When his mouth covered hers and his tongue slid out to trace her lips, she willingly opened for him. She suddenly came alive in his arms, a hungry groan slipping from her mouth while his strong hands moved up and down her spine curving her to conform to his own body. With him so close, there was no mistaking the hard, rigid length of him pressed against her.
“What are you doing?”
“Showing you how serious I really am.”
He tasted so good she didn’t want the kiss to end. One hand remained flat against the small of her back, arching her against him, while the other slid up to her neck, his fingers burrowing into the soft thickness of her hair.
Abruptly, London drew back and she stared up at him. There was no mistaking the hunger in his eyes. It shook her to the core.
He gave her a few seconds to object before he leaned forward and took possession of her mouth once more. Bianca stiffened defensively, not daring to move. Stubbornly, she tried to stay in control and she refused to
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