onto the bed and with a deft motion, he whipped the tank top over her head and tossed it aside. She was wearing the briefest kind of lacy bra. She stood there in it, her mouth half-open, her eyes like saucers.
âThe first time I touched you, I did that,â he recalled, his black eyes narrowing on the generous view of her breasts that the lacy garment afforded him. âNeither of us was expecting it. You were soaked to the skin and weâd argued about something. You refused to change into anything dry, despite the fact that you were shivering from the cold. I herded you into the study and closed the door. We argued. You refused to take off your wet clothes. And thatâs exactly what I did. Except,â he added in a husky, deep tone, âthat you werenât wearing anything under that top. And I didnât realize it until it was too late.â
She felt his eyes like brands on her soft skin as he looked at her.
âDo you remember what I did next, Abby?â he asked, still staring at her bare shoulders and throat. âI put my mouth on your breasts and you cried out. I thought Iâd frightened you until I lifted my head and looked at your face.â His chest rose and fell heavily. âDear God, Iâd never dreamed of passion like that. I pushed you onto the couch and followed you down,â he continued quietly, holding her spellbound. âI never even realized what I was doing toyou. Every soft little cry, every bite of your nails into my back only made it more urgent. It took every bit of willpower I had to draw back in time.â He touched her breasts where they rose above the lacy cups, and she trembled with memories and sensation. His eyes met hers, seeing the embarrassment she couldnât hide even after four years. âI managed it, just. But I damned near satisfied you right through your clothing,â he whispered. âYou, and myself. And thatâs why I couldnât come home again. It was such a near miss that I was afraid it might happen twice. Except that I knew Iâd never be able to pull back a second time. I wanted you too much.â
She averted her eyes, red-faced.
âWe burned together like twin flames,â he whispered. âIâve had women all my adult life, but I never lost my self-control so completely with anyone until you came along. I was embarrassed and ashamed by what I almost let happen between us.â
Her shocked eyes met his. âYou were?â
He scowled. âDidnât you know?â
She shook her head. âOh, heavens, no. I thoughtâ¦â She swallowed and let her gaze fall to his chest. âI thought men did that all the time with women. You were older than I was, and Iâd never even let a man touch me before. It didnât occur to me that it was anything unusual for you.â Her hands fumbled nervously with the fabric of hisshirt. âI thought Iâd done something wrong and you blamed me.â
âSomething wrong.â He laughed mirthlessly. âI came within a breath of stripping you and going the whole damned way, right there,â he added roughly. âItâs still my first inclination every time I look at you.â
That was a little shocking. She glanced up at him uncomfortably and saw the fires burning in his dark eyes. âInclinations donât mean much, though, do they, when you leave skid marks getting away from me?â she asked sadly.
âDonât look like that!â he said sharply. âYou know why I left. You know why I stayed away.â
âSo it wouldnât happen again,â she agreed with a tiny sigh. Her eyes searched his face slowly, with a longing that she couldnât begin to hide. âBut it doesnât seem to matter, does it, Chayce? I canât have anybody else. I donât want anybody else.â
He drew in a heavy breath. âNeither do I,â he said shockingly.
She didnât believe sheâd heard
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