Read Online On The Edge by Heather Graham, Carla Neggers - Free Book Online

nothing more, it seemed, than to sink right inside him, flesh, bone, heart and soul. Yet he drew back, not too far, dark eyes on hers. “I should slow down,” he said gently.
    She searched out his eyes. “Why?”
    His lips turned in that somewhat knowing grin that seemed to catapult her bloodstream all over again.
    â€œBecause I have a confession to make.”
    â€œOh?”
    â€œI came here specifically to find you.”
    â€œThat’s nice,” she said dreamily.
    Then, he hesitated slightly.
    â€œYou see, Seamus wants you at Bougainvillea. I was sent to get you down there, whatever it took.”
    She withdrew slightly, frowning as she looked into his eyes. “Why?”
    He shrugged. “I don’t know the details of exactly why. You’d have to ask Seamus. But I imagine I know what he’s feeling. Your mother died, and your father left. The place was really as much your heritage as, say, mine, or the others. He’s probably always harbored a certain amount of guilt as well that Marina died on the property. He was sorry when your father left—Seamus really liked and admired Mark. He understood, of course. But still…he was nuts about you when you were a little girl. You were Marina—except small, innocent, and completely loving and sincere. I’m not surprised that he wants to see you so badly. Make amends for all the bad things that happened—maybe atone for some of the recklessness and carelessness of his own youth.” He lifted his hands as if his explanation was insufficient. “Only Seamus knows what makes him really tick. But he’s sincere in wanting to see you.”
    â€œThat’s nice…I guess,” Kit murmured uncertainly.
    â€œSo…” he said slowly.
    â€œSo?” she echoed.
    â€œSo, where does that leave us?” he asked very softly.
    She smiled. “I don’t know.”
    â€œI would have come after you myself, no matter what,” he insisted.
    â€œSay it again.”
    â€œI would have come after you myself, no matter what.”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œBecause you’re fascinating and beautiful.”
    â€œSuch a good reply,” she teased.
    â€œI mean it. The confession is real, too, though. So tell me, where does that leave us?” he demanded insistently.
    â€œOn the sofa,” she returned, eyes carefully on his.
    â€œWhen there are perfectly good bedrooms,” he mused.
    â€œPerfectly good,” she agreed.
    Kit wasn’t quite sure that she believed her own actions, but she pressed him aside, rising.
    â€œI’ll be in one,” she told him.
    She walked up the stairs thinking that Jen would be proud. Then she had a moment’s panic as she thought she might be a fool. What a line.
    And what if he didn’t follow? She’d probably remain a burnt crimson called “mortification” for the rest of her life.
    She stepped into the guest room, her heart thundering. She didn’t turn on a light, but for a moment, simply stood against the wall, wondering if he would enter behind her. He did.
    She felt herself ever so gently pinned against the wall. And then his hands, on her face, and the huskiness of his whisper. “You’re sure.”
    And in that minute, she was.
    Chemistry was just right…or it wasn’t.
    But it was. There was a second’s awkwardness for her. She’d been out of touch with the real world, so it seemed, for a long time. Out of dating, speaking, laughing, even trusting another person. And yet…there it was, everything just right; he was not out of touch. Again, his touch, the feel of his fingers against her face, the warmth of his breath, the molding of his kiss. Everything that should have been awkward…
    The pressure of his body dispelled all else. She felt that her body fit against his like a glove. They never left the wall, that first time. His shirt was shed, and she inhaled the richness of the