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meditatively.
The silence between them was suddenly electric, crackling with tension.
'You must be mad,' she said finally, unevenly. 'Two hundred pounds-for a kiss?'
'Why not? It will be worth every penny to taste you, Susie-to touch that delectable mouth you keep so tightly buttoned and find out if, somewhere, there's honey beneath the acid.' He shook his head again. 'I don't think there's a man born who could resist such a challenge.'
His slow smile reached out and touched her, reawakening the inner trembling, the strange, enervating weakness which seemed to pervade her body when their eyes met.
'After all,' he added softly, 'what's a kiss between friends?'
What, indeed? It was ridiculous that her heart should be pounding like this. She'd been kissed before, for heaven's sake. But not often, and admittedly not well. Usually a brief, embarrassed brushing of the lips that signified thanks after dinner or a visit to the theatre or cinema. Thanks and generally goodbye.
This, if she permitted it, should be no different. A way of extricating herself. A final conclusion to a bewildering episode. The full-stop at the end of the sentence, that was all.
So why should she be so sure that if she allowed Jake to possess her mouth, even for an instant, life would never be the same again?
He stood up slowly, still holding her gaze with his.
'Kiss me, Susie.'
His voice seemed to reach her from a far distance. And yet he was so near-so close.
Close enough to touch, was her last coherent thought as she stepped forward into his arms, lifting her face to his like a flower turning to the sun.
CHAPTER FIVE
His mouth was cool and very gentle as it began its slow, lingering exploration of hers.
Somehow she had always known it would be like that, she realized in quiet bewilderment. As if in some strange way this was the moment she'd been created for.
She stood pliantly in the circle of his arms, aware that every fiber of her being was awakening and responding to each new sensation that his caress engendered. She felt his tongue trace the firm contour of her upper lip, his teeth tug softly at the quivering fullness of the lower one, trembled as kisses like the brush of silk touched each blunt, vulnerable corner of her mouth. And as the pressure of those kisses gradually deepened into sensuous insistence.
And then mere acceptance was no longer enough, either for him, or, she recognized with shock, for her. Her head fell helplessly back, like a rose too heavy for its stem. Tiny stars danced behind her closed lids as her shaking hands reached up to fasten round his neck and draw him closer still, while her lips parted, signing, to answer his demand.
Their mouths locked in a possession that was also a surrender. A ravishment that was also a gift. Zanna fed on him greedily, the breath moaning softly in her throat, driven by desire for the first time in her life, deaf to everything but the thunder in her blood.
She thought, in some reeling corner of her mind, I never knew. Dear God-I never knew...
They swayed together blindly, oblivious to everything but this hunger, this mutual, overwhelming need that seemed to be consuming them both.
Her body strained forward, urging against him in an instinct as old as time, carrying her over some dark and irrevocable threshold.
She was aware of him caressing her-of his hands stroking her small high breasts, teasing the nipples to vibrant, startled life, then gliding down over the curves and planes of waist, stomach and hips to the soft, guarded cleft of her thighs.
She heard herself gasp in shock, and in a pleasure that was almost guilt at his touch.
He said huskily, 'Look at me, Susie. I need to see your eyes.' And then as she obeyed dazedly, 'Has there been-anyone for you? I have to know.'
'No.' The denial was a thread of sound as she stared up at him from under weighted lids. There was a pause, then he nodded,
The silence between them was suddenly electric, crackling with tension.
'You must be mad,' she said finally, unevenly. 'Two hundred pounds-for a kiss?'
'Why not? It will be worth every penny to taste you, Susie-to touch that delectable mouth you keep so tightly buttoned and find out if, somewhere, there's honey beneath the acid.' He shook his head again. 'I don't think there's a man born who could resist such a challenge.'
His slow smile reached out and touched her, reawakening the inner trembling, the strange, enervating weakness which seemed to pervade her body when their eyes met.
'After all,' he added softly, 'what's a kiss between friends?'
What, indeed? It was ridiculous that her heart should be pounding like this. She'd been kissed before, for heaven's sake. But not often, and admittedly not well. Usually a brief, embarrassed brushing of the lips that signified thanks after dinner or a visit to the theatre or cinema. Thanks and generally goodbye.
This, if she permitted it, should be no different. A way of extricating herself. A final conclusion to a bewildering episode. The full-stop at the end of the sentence, that was all.
So why should she be so sure that if she allowed Jake to possess her mouth, even for an instant, life would never be the same again?
He stood up slowly, still holding her gaze with his.
'Kiss me, Susie.'
His voice seemed to reach her from a far distance. And yet he was so near-so close.
Close enough to touch, was her last coherent thought as she stepped forward into his arms, lifting her face to his like a flower turning to the sun.
CHAPTER FIVE
His mouth was cool and very gentle as it began its slow, lingering exploration of hers.
Somehow she had always known it would be like that, she realized in quiet bewilderment. As if in some strange way this was the moment she'd been created for.
She stood pliantly in the circle of his arms, aware that every fiber of her being was awakening and responding to each new sensation that his caress engendered. She felt his tongue trace the firm contour of her upper lip, his teeth tug softly at the quivering fullness of the lower one, trembled as kisses like the brush of silk touched each blunt, vulnerable corner of her mouth. And as the pressure of those kisses gradually deepened into sensuous insistence.
And then mere acceptance was no longer enough, either for him, or, she recognized with shock, for her. Her head fell helplessly back, like a rose too heavy for its stem. Tiny stars danced behind her closed lids as her shaking hands reached up to fasten round his neck and draw him closer still, while her lips parted, signing, to answer his demand.
Their mouths locked in a possession that was also a surrender. A ravishment that was also a gift. Zanna fed on him greedily, the breath moaning softly in her throat, driven by desire for the first time in her life, deaf to everything but the thunder in her blood.
She thought, in some reeling corner of her mind, I never knew. Dear God-I never knew...
They swayed together blindly, oblivious to everything but this hunger, this mutual, overwhelming need that seemed to be consuming them both.
Her body strained forward, urging against him in an instinct as old as time, carrying her over some dark and irrevocable threshold.
She was aware of him caressing her-of his hands stroking her small high breasts, teasing the nipples to vibrant, startled life, then gliding down over the curves and planes of waist, stomach and hips to the soft, guarded cleft of her thighs.
She heard herself gasp in shock, and in a pleasure that was almost guilt at his touch.
He said huskily, 'Look at me, Susie. I need to see your eyes.' And then as she obeyed dazedly, 'Has there been-anyone for you? I have to know.'
'No.' The denial was a thread of sound as she stared up at him from under weighted lids. There was a pause, then he nodded,
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