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“Maybe it’s time I did something about that first impression.”
“Jason, I don’t think…” she began nervously.
“Shhhh,” he whispered, bending his dark head. “We won’t need words…it’s been so long, Amanda,” he murmured as his mouth brushed hers, his teeth nipping at her lower lip to make it part for him before his warm mouth moved on hers with a slow, lazy pressure that knocked any thought of resistance out of her mind. His arms swallowed her gently, folding her into his tall, powerful body while he taught her how much two people could tell each other with one long, slow kiss.
She could hardly believe it was happening, here in broad daylight, in the living room where they had sat like polite strangers the night before and never even touched.
It was almost like going back in time, to her sixteenth birthday party, but the kiss he’d given her then was nothing like this. He was easy with her, gentle, coaxing her mouth to open for him, to admit the deep, expert penetration of his tongue. The silence was only broken by the rough whisper of their breath as they kissed more and more hungrily. Her hands caressed his hair-roughened chest with an ardour that came not from experience, but from longing. She felt the need to touch, to explore, to learn the contours of his body with her fingers. She could feel the length of him, warm against her, and she trembled with the force of the new sensations he was arousing with the slow, caressing motions of his hands.
She felt his fingers move to the zipper at the front of the terry-cloth dress with a sense of wonder at his expertise. He was already beginning to slide it down when her nervous fingers caught at his and stilled them.
He drew back a breath, his eyes narrow and glittering with silver lights, his mouth sensuous, slightly swollen from the long, hard contact with hers.
“I want to look at you,” he said huskily. “I want to watch your face when I touch you.”
Shudders of wild sensation ran down her body like lightning. She realized with a start that she wanted his eyes on her, the touch of those hard fingers on her bare skin. But through the fog of hunger he’d created, she still remembered what the situation was between them. Jason was her enemy. He had nothing but contempt for her, and allowing him this kind of intimacy was suicide.
“No,” she whispered tightly.
He lifted his face, looking down his arrogant nose at her. “Are we going to pretend that this is another first?” he asked curtly. “Sorry, honey, I’m an old fox now, and wary of woman-traps. I know one when I see one.”
She tried to get away in a flurry of anger, but he held her effortlessly. “Let go of me!” she cried. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“No?” he returned coldly. “You’re full of tricks all right, Amanda, but don’t think you’ll catch me. Deliberate provocation can be dangerous, and you’d better think twice before you try it again. Next time, I’ll take you,” he said harshly, watching the shock darken her eyes, “and teach you things about men you never knew.”
“I wouldn’t let you!” she burst out.
“Why not?” His eyes were faintly insulting as he released her abruptly. “Women like you aren’t all that particular, are they? Why not me, Amanda?”
“I hate you!” she whispered unsteadily, and at the moment, she meant it. How dare he make insinuations about her?
He only smiled, but there was no humor in his look. “Do you? I’m glad, Amanda, I’d hate to think you were dying of unrequited love for me. But if you change your mind, honey, you know where my room is,” he added for good measure. “Just don’t expect marriage. I know how badly you and your mother need a meal ticket. But, honey,” he said, as he opened the door, “it won’t be me.”
He went out, closing the door behind him.
Chapter Five
S he went to her room to freshen up, and bathed her hot cheeks in cold water. She held a cold cloth
“Jason, I don’t think…” she began nervously.
“Shhhh,” he whispered, bending his dark head. “We won’t need words…it’s been so long, Amanda,” he murmured as his mouth brushed hers, his teeth nipping at her lower lip to make it part for him before his warm mouth moved on hers with a slow, lazy pressure that knocked any thought of resistance out of her mind. His arms swallowed her gently, folding her into his tall, powerful body while he taught her how much two people could tell each other with one long, slow kiss.
She could hardly believe it was happening, here in broad daylight, in the living room where they had sat like polite strangers the night before and never even touched.
It was almost like going back in time, to her sixteenth birthday party, but the kiss he’d given her then was nothing like this. He was easy with her, gentle, coaxing her mouth to open for him, to admit the deep, expert penetration of his tongue. The silence was only broken by the rough whisper of their breath as they kissed more and more hungrily. Her hands caressed his hair-roughened chest with an ardour that came not from experience, but from longing. She felt the need to touch, to explore, to learn the contours of his body with her fingers. She could feel the length of him, warm against her, and she trembled with the force of the new sensations he was arousing with the slow, caressing motions of his hands.
She felt his fingers move to the zipper at the front of the terry-cloth dress with a sense of wonder at his expertise. He was already beginning to slide it down when her nervous fingers caught at his and stilled them.
He drew back a breath, his eyes narrow and glittering with silver lights, his mouth sensuous, slightly swollen from the long, hard contact with hers.
“I want to look at you,” he said huskily. “I want to watch your face when I touch you.”
Shudders of wild sensation ran down her body like lightning. She realized with a start that she wanted his eyes on her, the touch of those hard fingers on her bare skin. But through the fog of hunger he’d created, she still remembered what the situation was between them. Jason was her enemy. He had nothing but contempt for her, and allowing him this kind of intimacy was suicide.
“No,” she whispered tightly.
He lifted his face, looking down his arrogant nose at her. “Are we going to pretend that this is another first?” he asked curtly. “Sorry, honey, I’m an old fox now, and wary of woman-traps. I know one when I see one.”
She tried to get away in a flurry of anger, but he held her effortlessly. “Let go of me!” she cried. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“No?” he returned coldly. “You’re full of tricks all right, Amanda, but don’t think you’ll catch me. Deliberate provocation can be dangerous, and you’d better think twice before you try it again. Next time, I’ll take you,” he said harshly, watching the shock darken her eyes, “and teach you things about men you never knew.”
“I wouldn’t let you!” she burst out.
“Why not?” His eyes were faintly insulting as he released her abruptly. “Women like you aren’t all that particular, are they? Why not me, Amanda?”
“I hate you!” she whispered unsteadily, and at the moment, she meant it. How dare he make insinuations about her?
He only smiled, but there was no humor in his look. “Do you? I’m glad, Amanda, I’d hate to think you were dying of unrequited love for me. But if you change your mind, honey, you know where my room is,” he added for good measure. “Just don’t expect marriage. I know how badly you and your mother need a meal ticket. But, honey,” he said, as he opened the door, “it won’t be me.”
He went out, closing the door behind him.
Chapter Five
S he went to her room to freshen up, and bathed her hot cheeks in cold water. She held a cold cloth
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