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memory of how he’d made love to her. No, not love. Let’s
be honest. How he’d thoroughly bedded her made her thighs clench.
How on earth could her knees go weak when she was sitting in
bed?
But then something alien, a voice, rose up within her.
Her pulse went crazy as the voice spoke too loud in her mind.
"Weak? No one will ever make us feel weak again . " A sense of purpose, of self-belief slid like melted
honey through her system as the voice told her she might feel fragile,
threatened and at times at the end of her tether, but, "Gia Del Russo
sure as hell didn’t do weak. Not anymore!"
Daniel watched the way daylight moved over the delicate
features of her beautiful face; the clear skin and wide brown eyes, the sensual
mouth with her soft lips swollen from his.
Gia had a skin made for candlelight, velvety soft.
The way she’d given herself to him, those draining kisses,
still shook him.
His need for her was a hard ache in his groin, a pleasure
pain that caught his breath.
She was looking at him as if he’d been carefully considered,
analysed, examined, and as if the jury was still out.
She didn’t trust him.
Her pale skin, big eyes a misty brown and the way she
smelled, a blend of his and her sex, beamed a picture of forbidden places,
silk, musk and hot, dry, desert sands.
Vulnerable dark eyes stared into his.
Then her chin lifted in a Fuck you gesture that made
his vampyre growl an implicit warning to take care.
Daniel’s vivid blue gaze locked on hers.
She read determination, desire and a decision made.
Her mouth went bone dry.
He frightened her even as he sat on the edge of the bed,
took her hands in his and drew her to him.
He said nothing now, didn’t move, and yet she found herself
battling fear.
Fear of him, yes.
But mostly fear of herself.
As a rule she didn’t drink alcohol, but Gia decided she
could do with a stiff brandy.
Make it a double.
A dark brow rose.
He released her hands.
"Not coffee? Okay, something stronger," he said in
a calm voice.
Utter shock held her perfectly still.
Surely she was imagining it, no way could he possibly read
her mind.
She must have spoken the thought aloud?
Then she frowned.
Had she?
While he went over to a large cupboard, which held bottles
and glasses, she pulled the white cotton sheet tight under her arms.
Logic told her Daniel was going to want a very good
explanation of why she’d been asleep on his couch. From under her thick lashes,
she admired the way his back muscles moved. With wary eyes she watched as he
poured cognac into two bulbous glasses. What on earth she was going to say? How
could she explain that her late husband had left her in debt to the tune of
hundreds of thousands of dollars. Dollars owed to a crime lord who wanted more
than money from her?
Abruptly, Daniel turned his head to send her a hard look.
A look that seemed to say, Why the hell did you not come
to me?
Abruptly, the air in the room felt thick, too heavy with
ozone, as if there was a storm coming.
She simply breathed through the crazy pounding of her heart
against her ribs.
And some sort of sixth sense within her could feel a storm
brewing inside Daniel, too, as he strolled towards her. A maelstrom with
thunder and hail and lightning.
Again, he sat on the edge of the bed and handed her a glass.
Eyes the color of a too blue summer sky held hers as his
glass gently touched hers. She read desire and an animal lust that seemed to
sing to something deep within her.
Too many thoughts spun and whirled in her mind as again a
wonderful feeling of feminine invincibility rose within her.
The truth was she’d had earth shattering sex.
Sex with Daniel Gillespie.
She’d made him tremble.
The whole experience had been exceptional.
Perhaps being caught red-handed squatting in his apartment
was not such a disaster after all?
Perhaps he wanted to have an affair?
She could do an affair, with no strings, no false promises
made to be broken later.
She
be honest. How he’d thoroughly bedded her made her thighs clench.
How on earth could her knees go weak when she was sitting in
bed?
But then something alien, a voice, rose up within her.
Her pulse went crazy as the voice spoke too loud in her mind.
"Weak? No one will ever make us feel weak again . " A sense of purpose, of self-belief slid like melted
honey through her system as the voice told her she might feel fragile,
threatened and at times at the end of her tether, but, "Gia Del Russo
sure as hell didn’t do weak. Not anymore!"
Daniel watched the way daylight moved over the delicate
features of her beautiful face; the clear skin and wide brown eyes, the sensual
mouth with her soft lips swollen from his.
Gia had a skin made for candlelight, velvety soft.
The way she’d given herself to him, those draining kisses,
still shook him.
His need for her was a hard ache in his groin, a pleasure
pain that caught his breath.
She was looking at him as if he’d been carefully considered,
analysed, examined, and as if the jury was still out.
She didn’t trust him.
Her pale skin, big eyes a misty brown and the way she
smelled, a blend of his and her sex, beamed a picture of forbidden places,
silk, musk and hot, dry, desert sands.
Vulnerable dark eyes stared into his.
Then her chin lifted in a Fuck you gesture that made
his vampyre growl an implicit warning to take care.
Daniel’s vivid blue gaze locked on hers.
She read determination, desire and a decision made.
Her mouth went bone dry.
He frightened her even as he sat on the edge of the bed,
took her hands in his and drew her to him.
He said nothing now, didn’t move, and yet she found herself
battling fear.
Fear of him, yes.
But mostly fear of herself.
As a rule she didn’t drink alcohol, but Gia decided she
could do with a stiff brandy.
Make it a double.
A dark brow rose.
He released her hands.
"Not coffee? Okay, something stronger," he said in
a calm voice.
Utter shock held her perfectly still.
Surely she was imagining it, no way could he possibly read
her mind.
She must have spoken the thought aloud?
Then she frowned.
Had she?
While he went over to a large cupboard, which held bottles
and glasses, she pulled the white cotton sheet tight under her arms.
Logic told her Daniel was going to want a very good
explanation of why she’d been asleep on his couch. From under her thick lashes,
she admired the way his back muscles moved. With wary eyes she watched as he
poured cognac into two bulbous glasses. What on earth she was going to say? How
could she explain that her late husband had left her in debt to the tune of
hundreds of thousands of dollars. Dollars owed to a crime lord who wanted more
than money from her?
Abruptly, Daniel turned his head to send her a hard look.
A look that seemed to say, Why the hell did you not come
to me?
Abruptly, the air in the room felt thick, too heavy with
ozone, as if there was a storm coming.
She simply breathed through the crazy pounding of her heart
against her ribs.
And some sort of sixth sense within her could feel a storm
brewing inside Daniel, too, as he strolled towards her. A maelstrom with
thunder and hail and lightning.
Again, he sat on the edge of the bed and handed her a glass.
Eyes the color of a too blue summer sky held hers as his
glass gently touched hers. She read desire and an animal lust that seemed to
sing to something deep within her.
Too many thoughts spun and whirled in her mind as again a
wonderful feeling of feminine invincibility rose within her.
The truth was she’d had earth shattering sex.
Sex with Daniel Gillespie.
She’d made him tremble.
The whole experience had been exceptional.
Perhaps being caught red-handed squatting in his apartment
was not such a disaster after all?
Perhaps he wanted to have an affair?
She could do an affair, with no strings, no false promises
made to be broken later.
She
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