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“No one. Just you.”
“You trust me that much?” She heard the awe in her own voice.
“Crazy, isn’t it? I’m sorry I was a jerk about things. I reacted badly.”
She smiled. “Maybe a little.”
He chuckled.
He tasted her lips with hot, drugging intensity, teasing and tempting with promise.
Breathless and needing more, she fell into his touch without hesitation. As his warm
breath caressed her neck, she shivered in a sweet ecstasy that demanded more.
She savored the closeness as he showed her a new side of himself. She clung to the
moment. The heat. The glow that filled her heart and sent crazy delight dancing through
her.
His eyes stayed haunted. “When you told me your parents were in the porn industry,
it reminded me of those damn tapes I stole.”
Ah, now they were on to something
“No. My parents aren’t like that.”
“I know your father isn’t like Tabitha’s, but it made me want to protect you even
more. I know I don’t need to take care of you. You’re sassy. Confident.” His index finger
traced a gossamer path along the neckline of her sloppy gray t-shirt. “God knows you
know how to kick my ass.”
She laughed. “And don’t you forget it.”
“Not a chance. And you care about your friends, and you’re patient as hell with me.”
Amused and touched, she said, “Now you’re making me sound better than I
deserve.”
“You asked me to tell you what I feel. This is the truth. Now you know why I flipped
out when I knew you planned to go to Ely. Tabitha had the accident in Ely. That’s where
Tabitha died.”
All of it made more sense now. “When those poor women were killed tonight, it was
a nightmare come true for you…when you thought it was me.”
He cupped her face. “One of the worst feelings I’ve had in a long time.”
He caressed her throat, tangled his fingers in her hair. His lips touched her jaw,
nibbled as they slid across to her lips.
One kiss led to another, until the power of their connection flowed like electricity.
Hot. Alive. Dying to explode.
This time she wouldn’t deny him or herself.
This time, she ached to know him with a passion that demanded immediate action.
He pulled her deeper into the maelstrom, his tongue sinking deep. Anchored in his
arms, she breathed in his leather and musk scent, reveled in his strength.
He tore his mouth from hers, his breath coming harder. “I’d better leave before this
gets any hotter.”
“No. Stay.”
Chapter Eleven
Craig swept her back into his arms, his touch a warm and welcome embrace Leigh
wanted with an ache that started deep within. His hands traced her with gentle touches,
every movement as if he feared her fragile. Leigh shivered under his attention, then
realized she didn’t want to wait, didn’t need a build up to want him with a fierceness that
bordered on violent. She reached for his t-shirt and started to tug it upward.
He drew back. “Wait. I have an idea. Put on some music. Sexy music.”
“Why?”
“You’ll see.”
Before she knew what he planned, he stood and moved across the room.
With this man it felt natural to release, to let go now they’d spoken to each other on
an intimate and personal level. What she thought she’d known about Craig all those
months ago when they first met clearly wasn’t the truth. Integrity and courage and truth
lived inside him, but so did gentleness, compassion, and maybe, if she was fortunate,
love.
Love.
It struck her as he stood watching her that she’d striven so hard not to feel anything
but female appreciation for his physical form. Whether she liked it or not, she’d fallen
under his spell.
Oh, God. I’m falling for him.
It frightened and thrilled her on so many levels she couldn’t wrap her mind around it.
His answering grin held pure sexual promise. That promise stirred hot desires. She
went to her sound system set up with an iPod. She found a sensual play list featuring a
slow jazz tunes by Chris Botti.
As the music throbbed and flowed, she settled on the couch to watch. If she expected
him to feel embarrassed, she was dead wrong.
Craig started slow dance movements. His hips circled, the swing-and-bump timed to
the music with perfect cadence. She alternated her attention between the sensual hunger
in his eyes, and the amazing coordination he displayed as he danced. The man isn’t just
talented. He’s hot.
Raw sexuality poured from him, inherent in each move. With slow deliberation he
took off his t-shirt. He danced toward her, and when he reached Leigh, he slipped the t-
shirt around her neck. His scent clung to the fabric; hot, spicy musk that added fuel to the
fire already building inside her.
Whoa.
The sight of his sculpted flesh sent a fresh trickle of arousal spilling through her. Her
breasts felt larger, fuller, more sensitive. Her breath came faster, and a sweet tingle
started between her legs.
Leigh became obsessed with his muscles. Biceps flexed, forearms powerful,
shoulders wide, chest sculpted to perfection. A sprinkling of darker hair coasted over his
pecs and down in a scattering line down his stomach until it vanished under denim. She
itched to explore, to touch, and when he danced close to her she reached out, dying to feel
his abs. He danced out of her reach.
An involuntary sound of frustration left her lips. “Damn you, MacGilvary.”
She expected to smile, but that dead-serious, hell-bent-on-driving-her-nuts
expression stayed in his eyes. “Slow. We’ll take this slow.”
She didn’t want slow. She wanted hard, fast, driving sex that wouldn’t give her a
chance to worry about not coming.
No, damn it. Don’t think about that.
Thinking like that had always ruined sex for her. Anxiety trickled into her awareness.
No. Concentrate on him.
Luckily, it wasn’t hard.
He pulled off his athletic shoes and socks, and his big feet moved over the carpet
with ease. “Like this?”
“It’s the sexiest strip tease I’ve ever seen.” She could barely get the words out. She
practically drooled as he came closer again, tormenting her with possibilities. Cal Tate
had nothing on this man. “I wish I had a dollar bill.”
“Why?”
“So I could slip it into your briefs.”
Eyes burning, he reached into his back pocket and drew out his wallet. He tossed it
to her. “Get a bill out of there.”
Holy cow. Aroused as hell, she dug through his wallet until she found a dollar bill.
She tossed the wallet on the table next to the couch.
She waved the dollar bill. “Come here.”
“Bossy.”
“You’d better believe it.”
He grinned. “Yes, ma’m.”
He drifted toward her, never loosing the music as he moved.
When he stood in front of her, she had to take a deep breath. His jeans rode low on
his hips. “Take off your jeans.”
Without argument, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. A drum throbbed in the
background of the song, echoing the steady beat of her heart as her excitement built.
Craig shoved the jeans down his legs and drew them off. He kicked them aside. His [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]