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more careful with him, or just plain stay out of his way. He was danger .
These thoughts tumbled through her head, one chasing and contradicting another as she struggled with indecision. All the while, his clear-eyed gaze remained steady on her. It was mesmerising.
“I suppose I could show you around a little,” she said grudgingly, not sure – not at all sure – if she was making the right choice. Or even if she had really made the choice, rather than automatically filled the silence while her busy brain was preoccupied trying to think it through.
His smile burst out, dazzling in its sensual power. She felt herself quiver with the impact, and immediately wished she could recant. It was hardly wise to expose herself to someone who could make her so vulnerable, so quickly. Fool.
Yet at the same time she could not find the words that would withdraw her from the situation.
Maybe familiarity with him would breed contempt, or at least indifference, she thought, but even as she put words to the idea, she knew it would convince nobody, least of all herself.
As if afraid she would change her mind, Justin efficiently arranged their meeting the next day, finished his glass of wine and left before she could pull together her scattered defences. There was a moment as they both stood where his eyes dropped to her mouth and she could have sworn she was about to be kissed – and she had no idea whether the idea thrilled or horrified her. Only that her heart had leapt into her throat, beating madly, and she felt a quiver go right through her.
But she was mistaken, or he thought better of it, leaving her untouched.
As she tidied up, putting the half-finished bottle of wine in the fridge and starting to wash the dishes, she daydreamed about the suspended, heated moment. And once again she felt that bone-melting flash of heat go right through her as her nipples tightened. She almost dropped the plate she was holding. God, but she was an idiot. A stupid, lecherous idiot. But there was an ache deep within her core that recognised this man, wanted to use him for her own pleasure. And maybe her body would get its way.
Chapter Five
They had arranged to leave from the house where he was staying at seven the next morning, before the heat of the day had begun to build. She had suggested a bicycle ride. He agreed, although he laughingly warned: “I’m no cyclist. You’ll have to be gentle with me on the uphills.”
“You can actually ride a bike, can’t you?” she asked a little dubiously.
“I’ll have you know,” he had said, puffing his chest out with mock belligerence, “that I was the first kid in my class at school to ride, and I didn’t have training wheels at all !”
“Nonetheless,” she said sternly, although the corners of her mouth twitched, “I think we’ll keep you on-road to start with.”
He planned to borrow a bicycle from his friend, and when they met at Medlands the next day, she raised an eyebrow at the mountain bike propped casually against his leg as he stood waiting for her.
“That’s some set of wheels you got there, mister,” she commented admiringly . When her old bicycle had given up the ghost a couple of years earlier, she stood for some time looking wistfully at the very best bikes in the shop, before deciding she couldn’t justify the several thousand dollar price tag. She settled for the more modestly priced bike she was pushing now. Justin’s bicycle was unquestionably one of those more expensive models.
“Andrew’s the kind of guy who likes to have the best toys,” he said with a crooked smile. “I had to promise all kinds of unnatural things to get him to lend it to me, on top of the car. I guess he felt this was more fragile.”
“If it’s made of one of those really high-tech alloys for lightness during racing, it could just snap in half if it’s mistreated.” She wanted to see him cringe at the thought, but he only shrugged casually. “Anyway I shall
These thoughts tumbled through her head, one chasing and contradicting another as she struggled with indecision. All the while, his clear-eyed gaze remained steady on her. It was mesmerising.
“I suppose I could show you around a little,” she said grudgingly, not sure – not at all sure – if she was making the right choice. Or even if she had really made the choice, rather than automatically filled the silence while her busy brain was preoccupied trying to think it through.
His smile burst out, dazzling in its sensual power. She felt herself quiver with the impact, and immediately wished she could recant. It was hardly wise to expose herself to someone who could make her so vulnerable, so quickly. Fool.
Yet at the same time she could not find the words that would withdraw her from the situation.
Maybe familiarity with him would breed contempt, or at least indifference, she thought, but even as she put words to the idea, she knew it would convince nobody, least of all herself.
As if afraid she would change her mind, Justin efficiently arranged their meeting the next day, finished his glass of wine and left before she could pull together her scattered defences. There was a moment as they both stood where his eyes dropped to her mouth and she could have sworn she was about to be kissed – and she had no idea whether the idea thrilled or horrified her. Only that her heart had leapt into her throat, beating madly, and she felt a quiver go right through her.
But she was mistaken, or he thought better of it, leaving her untouched.
As she tidied up, putting the half-finished bottle of wine in the fridge and starting to wash the dishes, she daydreamed about the suspended, heated moment. And once again she felt that bone-melting flash of heat go right through her as her nipples tightened. She almost dropped the plate she was holding. God, but she was an idiot. A stupid, lecherous idiot. But there was an ache deep within her core that recognised this man, wanted to use him for her own pleasure. And maybe her body would get its way.
Chapter Five
They had arranged to leave from the house where he was staying at seven the next morning, before the heat of the day had begun to build. She had suggested a bicycle ride. He agreed, although he laughingly warned: “I’m no cyclist. You’ll have to be gentle with me on the uphills.”
“You can actually ride a bike, can’t you?” she asked a little dubiously.
“I’ll have you know,” he had said, puffing his chest out with mock belligerence, “that I was the first kid in my class at school to ride, and I didn’t have training wheels at all !”
“Nonetheless,” she said sternly, although the corners of her mouth twitched, “I think we’ll keep you on-road to start with.”
He planned to borrow a bicycle from his friend, and when they met at Medlands the next day, she raised an eyebrow at the mountain bike propped casually against his leg as he stood waiting for her.
“That’s some set of wheels you got there, mister,” she commented admiringly . When her old bicycle had given up the ghost a couple of years earlier, she stood for some time looking wistfully at the very best bikes in the shop, before deciding she couldn’t justify the several thousand dollar price tag. She settled for the more modestly priced bike she was pushing now. Justin’s bicycle was unquestionably one of those more expensive models.
“Andrew’s the kind of guy who likes to have the best toys,” he said with a crooked smile. “I had to promise all kinds of unnatural things to get him to lend it to me, on top of the car. I guess he felt this was more fragile.”
“If it’s made of one of those really high-tech alloys for lightness during racing, it could just snap in half if it’s mistreated.” She wanted to see him cringe at the thought, but he only shrugged casually. “Anyway I shall
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