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were bruised against her teeth. But then the kiss softened as his lips explored her mouth—probing, tasting, his tongue making sensuous contact with hers. She felt as if her body was losing its form, flowing into his, her feeble resistance draining away. She closed her eyes, and her arms went around his neck, her mouth returning his slow, yearning kiss. She was lost; in that moment, as their lips clung, he could have done with her as he willed.
His lips left hers to find the sensitive skin at her neck, and she smothered a sob of despair at her own weakness. There was no hiding the fact that her body was responding to his lips and, hands with a wild clamoring for more.
"So you are not interested in what I have to offer,"
Derek whispered with a breathlessness that told her he was deeply affected by their kiss. Then, with a motion that left her feeling oddly bereft, he drew away from her. "If I didn't have a previous engagement, I would show you just how interested you are. I would teach you what real passion is, Terri." Putting her firmly aside, he started the motor and, with squealing tires, pulled onto the highway.
His withdrawal made her feel abruptly cold and desolate.
He
had a previous engagement! Passion by appointment! How grossly calculating and crass! Had he felt anything at all? Or was he only proving, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he had power over her if he chose to use it? And she had fallen into the trap with a vengeance! Oh, how could she have been so spineless and weak?
Seeing him from the corner of her eye—broad shoulders, muscular arms glistening with perspiration in spite of the car's air conditioning, eyes fixed on the distant horizon, dark brows lowered broodingly—Terri knew that she had never before met a man with such physical presence, a masculinity that was so basic as to be almost animal. No matter how many times she denied it—to herself and to him—she was far too susceptible to his magnetism. She closed her eyes and chewed her bottom lip despairingly, sinking helplessly against the car seat. Shattered by what had happened, she did not trust herself to speak during the remainder of the drive to the hotel.
How could she cope with someone who used his male attractions so ruthlessly? And love had nothing to do with it. She didn't even like him and yet, from the first day, he had aroused desires that no other man had ever touched in her.
Lost in her tangled thoughts, she wasn't aware that they had reached the hotel entrance until the doorman opened her door. Derek tossed him the keys. "I'll be going out again later," he said.
Still feeling dazed, Terri climbed out and walked toward the lobby. Derek caught up with her and took her arm. "Quite a day we've had, eh, Terri?" he queried softly.
Her blush of confusion brought a half-smile to his lips.
Pulling her arm from his grasp, she hurried ahead of him toward the line of elevators, gratified that there was a clutch of people among whom she could hide herself. She sensed somehow that Derek had dropped behind in the lobby. Unable to stop herself, she glanced over her shoulder.
Through the crowd waiting for the elevator, she saw a beautiful, aristocratic face surrounded by a cloud of smooth, shining black hair. A clinging knit dress revealed rich, voluptuous curves that drew every male eye in the lobby. Dark eyes dazzled as the vision of feminine loveliness stepped forward with a smile.
"Darling, I've been waiting for ages!" The voice was low and sultry. And the man who caught her in his arms, lifting her off her feet, was Derek Storm.
Chapter Four
Did Derek Storm
try
to be high-handed and cruel, Terri wondered, or was it done without thinking? Was his ego so huge that he didn't even notice when he was hurting the women who came in contact with him? But how many of those women were stupid enough to stay around for more?
Why was
she
still here? Terri flopped down on her bed, knowing she had to think about her situation whether she
His lips left hers to find the sensitive skin at her neck, and she smothered a sob of despair at her own weakness. There was no hiding the fact that her body was responding to his lips and, hands with a wild clamoring for more.
"So you are not interested in what I have to offer,"
Derek whispered with a breathlessness that told her he was deeply affected by their kiss. Then, with a motion that left her feeling oddly bereft, he drew away from her. "If I didn't have a previous engagement, I would show you just how interested you are. I would teach you what real passion is, Terri." Putting her firmly aside, he started the motor and, with squealing tires, pulled onto the highway.
His withdrawal made her feel abruptly cold and desolate.
He
had a previous engagement! Passion by appointment! How grossly calculating and crass! Had he felt anything at all? Or was he only proving, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he had power over her if he chose to use it? And she had fallen into the trap with a vengeance! Oh, how could she have been so spineless and weak?
Seeing him from the corner of her eye—broad shoulders, muscular arms glistening with perspiration in spite of the car's air conditioning, eyes fixed on the distant horizon, dark brows lowered broodingly—Terri knew that she had never before met a man with such physical presence, a masculinity that was so basic as to be almost animal. No matter how many times she denied it—to herself and to him—she was far too susceptible to his magnetism. She closed her eyes and chewed her bottom lip despairingly, sinking helplessly against the car seat. Shattered by what had happened, she did not trust herself to speak during the remainder of the drive to the hotel.
How could she cope with someone who used his male attractions so ruthlessly? And love had nothing to do with it. She didn't even like him and yet, from the first day, he had aroused desires that no other man had ever touched in her.
Lost in her tangled thoughts, she wasn't aware that they had reached the hotel entrance until the doorman opened her door. Derek tossed him the keys. "I'll be going out again later," he said.
Still feeling dazed, Terri climbed out and walked toward the lobby. Derek caught up with her and took her arm. "Quite a day we've had, eh, Terri?" he queried softly.
Her blush of confusion brought a half-smile to his lips.
Pulling her arm from his grasp, she hurried ahead of him toward the line of elevators, gratified that there was a clutch of people among whom she could hide herself. She sensed somehow that Derek had dropped behind in the lobby. Unable to stop herself, she glanced over her shoulder.
Through the crowd waiting for the elevator, she saw a beautiful, aristocratic face surrounded by a cloud of smooth, shining black hair. A clinging knit dress revealed rich, voluptuous curves that drew every male eye in the lobby. Dark eyes dazzled as the vision of feminine loveliness stepped forward with a smile.
"Darling, I've been waiting for ages!" The voice was low and sultry. And the man who caught her in his arms, lifting her off her feet, was Derek Storm.
Chapter Four
Did Derek Storm
try
to be high-handed and cruel, Terri wondered, or was it done without thinking? Was his ego so huge that he didn't even notice when he was hurting the women who came in contact with him? But how many of those women were stupid enough to stay around for more?
Why was
she
still here? Terri flopped down on her bed, knowing she had to think about her situation whether she
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