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make such a difference. It enhanced his own pleasure.
But he read the hesitation she couldn’t disguise. “You don’t like deep kisses with me, do you?” he asked huskily, his eyes glittering with desire. “My tongue pushes inside your mouth, penetrates it,
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and you shiver because of the images it produces.” His hand loosened on her hair, smoothing it. She stood quietly against him, not protesting, as his deep, soft voice held her captive. “It’s very much like another kind of penetration,” he breathed, nibbling at her mouth. “Intimate, and urgent, and very, very deep….” He whispered into her mouth, suiting the action to the words as his tongue probed slowly.
She cried out and suddenly lifted her arms convulsively around his neck, at almost the same moment that the telephone jangled noisely in the heated silence.
Her body jumped, and her wounded arm throbbed, even as his head lifted with a faint groan. Her eyes were wild, frightened all over again. She was trembling, but this time not because of fear. She was clinging to him, not fighting him. He’d aroused her. The knowledge made his heart slam at his ribs. She couldn’t stand. Her knees gave way when he let go of her.
“It’s all right,” he whispered, lifting her in his arms. “I’ve got you.”
She laid her cheek against his jacket, clinging to him weakly as he carried her to the sofa and sat down with her in his lap before he answered the telephone.
“Yes, she’s back. Yes, she’s all right. No, you can’t speak to her. I’ll have her call you later,” he said tersely.
He hung up. “Helen,” he murmured dryly, looking down into her dazed eyes. “Checking to see if you were home.” “That was nice of her.”
“Yes, it was, but her timing stinks,” he said huskily. His eyes fell to her mouth. “I’m glad that I can make you want me, Tess.” “That’s conceit…” she began.
His mouth covered hers, parting her mouth, making her cling to his strong neck. He didn’t increase the pressure or deepen the kiss. He stroked her mouth with his for a few aching seconds and then lifted his head. He looked at her with pure hunger until she flushed and averted her gaze to his throat. “I’ve never kissed anyone like this,” he whispered after a minute.
“Neither have I.” Her cheeks flushed with heat. “The things you said to me…!”
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“Turned you on so much that you gasped,” he murmured, his eyes glittering. “I’ve never said things like that to another woman. They seem to come naturally with you.” “You didn’t hurt me.”
His jaw tautened. He looked at her mouth until his body began to ache. He was getting in over his head here. He had to stop, now, while he still could. “No,” he returned deeply. “I didn’t hurt you.” He’d never tried to be gentle. Tess made him want that. Made him want things he resented wanting. “I couldn’t hurt you now. Not even if I wanted to.”
He nuzzled his cheek against hers with rough affection and hugged her close for an instant before he made himself put her gently away and get to his feet. “I’d better go. Keep the door locked. Get some rest. We’ll try to restore order to the office in the morning, if you’re sure you feel up to a day’s work.”
“Of course I do,” she stammered. Her hair was disheveled, and her mouth tingled. She stared at him helplessly as he straightened his tie. “Why?” she whispered.
He was still getting himself back together. He’d never felt such a weakness for a woman, such a raging need to please, to pleasure her. He hadn’t thought he was still vulnerable, but he was. He wanted Tess as he’d never wanted another woman. He couldn’t af-ford to give in to it. Not now. Not yet.
His dark eyes pinned hers. “Remuneration for past sins?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow as he smiled mockingly. Her face fell. “Oh.”
Her naked vulnerability took the sting out of
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