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bourbon is going to put me to sleep at all.”
His eyes darkened, sending a chill through her. “I do, in fact, have another and it works like a charm for me each time.”
“And what might that be?”
As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew the answer. Knew by the way his eyes darkened even more. A small knot formed in the pit of her belly as his smile seemed so much more sensual. A spicy, musky scent reached her nose and that knot tightened. Garrett’s sheets had held that same sensual smell, wafting from the linens as she whisked them from the bed. His cologne. A soft groan rose to her lips at the delicious scent. She wanted to lean into him and breathe deep, to melt against him and let that masculine smell surround her.
The air was still, heavy with an unfamiliar tension, and her skin prickled as every hair on her nape stood. It wasn’t fear. Not exactly, anyhow. A breeze must have found its way about one of the windowpanes, for the drapery fluttered to brush the back of her leg. And that served only to remind her of her vulnerable state of undress. A thin chemise. A shawl. Far too little clothing to keep her senses from being rattled.
What would he do, should she give into that desire, throw off her shawl, and slide her arms around him? If she pulled him down to meet her lips?
Unfortunately, she wasn’t brazen enough to do either.
Moonlight filtered through the windows, splashed across the desk, across them, and his eyes glittered as he reached for her glass with one hand, and with the other, caught her by that wrist.
She couldn’t breathe, and her sore side had nothing to do with it. His drawing her firm to his chest, that was reason her pulse pounded in her temples and roared in her ears.
Although it was exactly as she imagined, she shouldn’t allow him such liberties. No good could come of it. “Mr. McKenzie — ”
“Garrett,” he replied in a husky whisper. “Please, love; call me Garrett.”
“But that would not be proper.”
His lips brushed hers with the lightness of a butterfly’s wings. “I care not a whit about proprieties, lady. I care about kissing you right now.” His lips swept against hers once more. “And you kissing me back, of course.”
“But, Mr. McKenzie — ”
He is free hand slid up the curve of her neck, curling behind her head and tilting her face up to his. He whispered, “Garrett,” as his mouth slashed down over hers.
Oh. My.
It was unlike any kiss she’d ever felt, unlike any she’d ever read about in the novels she loved. His lips, soft and warm moved against hers with only a hint of hesitation, as if he thought she might protest. Perhaps she should, but none came to mind.
His arms didn’t tighten about her, nor did his hands remain still. One grazed teasingly over her backside, while the other swept upward along her neck. His fingers brushed her jaw, caught her beneath her chin to tilt her head to a more accessible angle.
Her eyes closed on their own from the sensations burning through her as he slightly bent her body back. Now the arm about her waist tightened, pulled her into him, and she couldn’t hold back her groan.
He pulled away, nuzzling her as he growled, “Ah, love,” in a throaty voice that was a bit ragged around the edges. “You have no idea how I’ve thought of doing this. How I’ve imagined the honey-sweet taste of you and the feel of you in my arms.”
He offered no chance for a response, but seized her lips again. She slid her arms about him, pressing him closer still, and a smile tugged at her lips at the growing pressure against her belly. So he thought that , did he?
He wasn’t the only one thinking lusty thoughts. Desire, thick and hot, swelled deep inside her, impossible to ignore. Who cared about propriety? It mattered very little now, as she had to satisfy that unrelenting curiosity about him. She didn’t want to resist temptation, but wanted very much to indulge in every last bit of it, to savor it for as long
His eyes darkened, sending a chill through her. “I do, in fact, have another and it works like a charm for me each time.”
“And what might that be?”
As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew the answer. Knew by the way his eyes darkened even more. A small knot formed in the pit of her belly as his smile seemed so much more sensual. A spicy, musky scent reached her nose and that knot tightened. Garrett’s sheets had held that same sensual smell, wafting from the linens as she whisked them from the bed. His cologne. A soft groan rose to her lips at the delicious scent. She wanted to lean into him and breathe deep, to melt against him and let that masculine smell surround her.
The air was still, heavy with an unfamiliar tension, and her skin prickled as every hair on her nape stood. It wasn’t fear. Not exactly, anyhow. A breeze must have found its way about one of the windowpanes, for the drapery fluttered to brush the back of her leg. And that served only to remind her of her vulnerable state of undress. A thin chemise. A shawl. Far too little clothing to keep her senses from being rattled.
What would he do, should she give into that desire, throw off her shawl, and slide her arms around him? If she pulled him down to meet her lips?
Unfortunately, she wasn’t brazen enough to do either.
Moonlight filtered through the windows, splashed across the desk, across them, and his eyes glittered as he reached for her glass with one hand, and with the other, caught her by that wrist.
She couldn’t breathe, and her sore side had nothing to do with it. His drawing her firm to his chest, that was reason her pulse pounded in her temples and roared in her ears.
Although it was exactly as she imagined, she shouldn’t allow him such liberties. No good could come of it. “Mr. McKenzie — ”
“Garrett,” he replied in a husky whisper. “Please, love; call me Garrett.”
“But that would not be proper.”
His lips brushed hers with the lightness of a butterfly’s wings. “I care not a whit about proprieties, lady. I care about kissing you right now.” His lips swept against hers once more. “And you kissing me back, of course.”
“But, Mr. McKenzie — ”
He is free hand slid up the curve of her neck, curling behind her head and tilting her face up to his. He whispered, “Garrett,” as his mouth slashed down over hers.
Oh. My.
It was unlike any kiss she’d ever felt, unlike any she’d ever read about in the novels she loved. His lips, soft and warm moved against hers with only a hint of hesitation, as if he thought she might protest. Perhaps she should, but none came to mind.
His arms didn’t tighten about her, nor did his hands remain still. One grazed teasingly over her backside, while the other swept upward along her neck. His fingers brushed her jaw, caught her beneath her chin to tilt her head to a more accessible angle.
Her eyes closed on their own from the sensations burning through her as he slightly bent her body back. Now the arm about her waist tightened, pulled her into him, and she couldn’t hold back her groan.
He pulled away, nuzzling her as he growled, “Ah, love,” in a throaty voice that was a bit ragged around the edges. “You have no idea how I’ve thought of doing this. How I’ve imagined the honey-sweet taste of you and the feel of you in my arms.”
He offered no chance for a response, but seized her lips again. She slid her arms about him, pressing him closer still, and a smile tugged at her lips at the growing pressure against her belly. So he thought that , did he?
He wasn’t the only one thinking lusty thoughts. Desire, thick and hot, swelled deep inside her, impossible to ignore. Who cared about propriety? It mattered very little now, as she had to satisfy that unrelenting curiosity about him. She didn’t want to resist temptation, but wanted very much to indulge in every last bit of it, to savor it for as long
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