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stomach. His covered them, warmed them and made her tingle from head to toe. "I told you, Nell,
you're going to have to figure it out for yourself. I won't tell you how I feel about Margie, or how I
feel about you, for that matter."
"Why?" she asked more plaintively than she knew.
"Because I want you to understand a little more about trust than you do, honey," he replied. "There's a
part of you that draws back and shies away from me. Until you get it worked out, I'm not going to
influence you one way or the other."
She sighed. "I guess maybe I'll work it out, then."
"Want to come closer?" he coaxed with a warm smile. "You're pretty safe, considering how we're
surrounded by curious eyes."
She yielded to the temptation to be close. Inching her way, she moved her sleeping bag right up
against his and turned on her side to rest beside him, with her head pillowed on one of his hard arms.
"That's better," he said softly. He eased forward a fraction of an inch and brushed her warm lips
gently with his, savoring their faint trembling, their helpless response. "You might keep something in
mind," he whispered.
"Oh? What?" she breathed against his lips, and her eyes opened straight into his.
"You aren't wearing makeup or a fancy dress," he whispered quietly. "And I'm not drawing back
because you don't appeal to me the way you are."
Her fingers touched his face, loving its strength. "I'm not pretty," she said.
"You are to me," he said. "That's all that matters in the long run, if you'd open your eyes and see
what's right under your nose."
"I see you," she said, her voice achingly tender as she adored him with her eyes.
"That's what I mean," he replied. He drew her closer. The saddle protected their faces from prying
eyes, and he bent slowly to press his mouth hard against hers. "I want you, Nell," he said into her
parted lips as he bit at them.
She wanted him, too. Her body was already on fire, and all he was doing was kissing her. She nibbled
helplessly at his teasing mouth, and her hand smoothed into his thick hair, trying to draw him down.
"No," he breathed. "You can't have my mouth that way, not tonight. I can't lose my head with you,
honey. There are too many witnesses."
"What if we were alone?" she moaned under her breath. She slid her arms around his neck to press
her breasts against his hard chest.
"Nell...damn it." He shuddered. He lifted his tormented eyes to the camp fire. It was dying down and he
needed to get up and put some fresh wood on it. The other campers were in their sleeping bags and
turned toward the fire in a semicircle, which he and Nell were behind. No one could see them. He
realized that now, and his powerful body trembled with the need to ease Nell onto her back and slide
his leg between both of hers and show her how much he wanted her. He could feel her skin against
his, the silken warmth of her breasts hard tipped under his broad chest, the cries that he could tease
out of her throat while he seduced her body slowly and tenderly and penetrated its virginal purity....
He groaned. His fingers on her arms hurt, but she didn't mind. Something powerful and mysterious
was working in him, and she was too hungry to be afraid of it. This was Tyler, and she loved him with
all her heart. She wanted memories, all that she could get, to press to her mind in the years that would
follow.
"What is it?" she asked.
He looked down at her. In the dim light he could see her soft eyes, he could feel her quickened
breathing. His hand moved with quiet possession over her blouse and smoothed around her breast
until he found the hard tip. He watched her bite her Hp and jerk toward him, trying not to cry out lest
someone heard her.
"This is not sane," he whispered as the arm under her nape contracted with desire. "Of all the stupid
places to make love...."
"Touch me," she whispered brokenly.
His breath was audible as the words shattered his control and made him vulnerable. "Oh, Nell, you
can't imagine what I'm thinking." He laughed huskily as his hand slid to the buttons of her blouse and
began to lazily unfasten them. "You can't imagine what I want to do to you."
"Yes, I can," she whispered back, "because you told me, remember?'' Her eyes met his searchingly.
"You told me every single detail."
His powerful body trembled as he reached the last button. "Yes. And I dreamed it that night. Dreamed
that I took you under me and felt your body like a field of flowers absorbing me so tenderly." He was
whispering, but the tone of his voice drugged her. His fingers slid under the fabric and stopped with
delighted surprise when he found nothing except soft warm skin.
Her lips parted. "I've never done this before," she whispered unsteadily. "Gone without...without what I
usually wear, I mean."
He could have jumped over the moon. His fingers delved farther under the soft fabric and found a
hard tip that brought a pleasured gasp from her lips when he touched it. "Lie still, honey," he
whispered, his voice as unsteady as her own as he peeled away the cotton. "And for God's sake, don't
cry out when I put my mouth on you...."
She had to bite her lower lip almost until it bled to manage that, because his lips were hungry and
demanding.
When he took her inside the warm darkness of his mouth, she felt tears well up from her closed eyes
because it was like a tiny fulfillment in itself. She writhed helplessly, her nails biting him, her mouth
as hungry as his, while the stars boiled down around them in white-hot flame.
He drew back first, and suddenly fastened her blouse with trembling hands before he rolled away
from her and got to his feet.
She lay there, on fire for him, her eyes watching him as he moved near the camp fire. Her body
trembled with a need she'd never felt before. She wanted him, she wanted him!
His back was arrow straight as he began to build up the fire. He stood there for a while, and by the
time he came back to his bedroll, her heart was beating normally again and she could feel the tension
easing out of her body. But when he climbed into his sleeping bag, the tension came back all over
again. "Tyler," she whispered achingly.
"It passes," he whispered back. "I'm sorry, little one. I didn't mean to take you that far. It's impossible,
in more ways than one."
She felt for his lean hand and curled her fingers into it trustingly. "I know. But it was sweet, all the
same. I love it when you touch me like that. I'm not even embarrassed to tell you so."
His fingers contracted. "Then I don't mind telling you that I almost couldn't pull back." His head
turned and his eyes searched hers in the blazing orange reflection of the fire beyond them. "One day I
won't be able to stop. What then?"
Her lips parted. "I don't know."
"You'd better start thinking about it," he said bluntly. "Because things are getting totally out of hand.
Either we part company or risk the consequences."
She lowered her worried eyes to the steady rise and fall of his chest. "I...don't want to lose you," she
said, burying her pride.
He brought her hand to his mouth. "That would be harder than you realize. Do you still want me, or is
it easing off?"
She flushed. "It's easing off," she whispered back.
"At least now you understand why I get short-tempered from time to time, don't you?" he mused.
"Yes." She nuzzled her face against his arm. "What are we going to do?"
"What are you going to do?" he said, rephrasing the question. "The ball's in your court, honey. Make
your move."
"But what do you want?" "You."
"Just my body?" she asked softly. "All of you."
She took a slow breath. "For how long?" she asked bravely. "I told you, Nell. Love doesn't come with [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]