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.Scott even had the Santa Maria among his collection.In the reflection off the glass, she saw the light turn off in the kitchen.A moment later, he approached behind her.“Did you make these?” She kept her eyes on his in the reflection.“Yes.” He stopped close enough that she felt his body heat against her back.“I used to enjoy building models when I was younger.Now…” His voice trailed off as his hands eased over her hips.His nose nuzzled her hair, and his eyes closed.“Now, I’m just too busy.” He spoke slowly, his voice breathy.The tension that had been hanging over them all night finally broke, and Lacey swayed back as his hands crept around to the front.It was suddenly hot inside Scott’s cabin.Blistering to the point she felt dizzy.“Your hair’s longer,” he murmured absently, swirling his nose in a slow circle before kissing the back of her head.She licked her lips, losing her grip on reality.Behind her, Scott was mounting an untenable offensive she had no hope of stopping, even if she wanted to.Which she didn’t.In front of her, she watched the play-by-play in their reflection.Every sense was engaged or soon would be.She could see him, feel his touch, hear his breath whisper through her hair, smell the gentle, clean scent of his shampoo.And she knew if this kept up, she would taste him.But for now, he seemed content to remain behind her, caressing her stomach, kissing her hair, pressing closer.Her focus waned as her eyes closed.Somewhere in the recesses of her awareness, she felt him take her wine from her hand, heard the base of the glass clink quietly on a nearby shelf, and felt his fingers begin unfastening the buttons of her sweater.She opened her eyes as he took a step back and slowly dragged her sweater off her arms.She didn’t care where he put it.The floor, the back of the couch, the trash.Just as long as he kept touching her, kept kissing her, kept making her feel like a treasured relic.His nose dipped into her hair again, and his chest rose against her back as he inhaled and laid his hands on her bared shoulders, right over the straps of her camisole.“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered, his warm breath filtering through her hair to her scalp.She drew in a barely controlled breath as his fingers hooked one strap and slid it down her shoulder.His other arm wound around her waist and pulled her snugly against him so that the hard angles of his body molded into the soft curves of hers.“Spend the night with me.” His whispered words lilted like a question, not a request.A moment later, his fingers trembled on her shoulder as he teased the strap of her camisole.The tiny quake rippled up his arm, through his torso, and down his other arm, which tensed around her waist.She felt the tremor’s entire journey through his body.He exhaled a shuddering breath that sounded like a light attempt at a chuckle.“I can’t believe I’m so nervous.”She found his disquiet sexy and strangely flattering.What woman didn’t want to feel as special as he was making her feel this very second? She was the first woman he’d dated in ten years.That alone was enough for her to believe she was a cherished treasure.But to witness his barely contained anxiety in the moment was extraordinarily intimate.Erotic even.“I like it.” She spoke softly, keeping the mood intact.“It’s…charming.” She bowed her head, biting her lip as he played with her hair.His deep voice rumbled quietly.“Charming enough to say yes?”The embers in the fireplace sizzled, adding an apropos soundtrack to Scott’s intoxicating seduction.Her soul sang for his touch, his lips on hers, his warmth.The ethereal moment stretched, his breath going still as he waited for her reply.Placing one arm over his, she inhaled his clean scent.Then, smiling impishly, she said, “I like hot tea with my breakfast.”He exhaled then brushed her hair aside.“Is Earl Grey okay?” She heard the relief in his voice.Butterflies lit in her stomach.“It’ll work.”A moment later, the most tender of kisses heated her nape, following by the fiery, moist stroke of his tongue.They’d danced around this for weeks.All the kissing, the touching, the suggestive stares…everything culminated into this.The now.The only thing left keeping them from being fully together.Last week had merely been a prelude to the main event.An appetizer that had only sated their hunger temporarily, whetting their appetites for the main course.And she wanted to be devoured.Heedless of her secret and what would happen after she told him the truth, she wanted this one incredible night with him.If she could have this, at least she could hold onto that forever if everything else fell apart.He released her, and she heard the soft rustle of fabric as he unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop to the floor.A moment later, he gently pushed his hands up the back of her camisole and around to the front, lifting the formfitting wisp of fabric until he reverently drew it from her body.Their eyes met in the reflection as his palms grazed her breasts, making her nipples tighten and a moan escape her throat.Again, he circled his hands over her supple curves, increasing the pressure until she couldn’t stand the onslaught of sensual pleasure.Laying her head back on his shoulder, she reached around to clasp the back of his neck and drew his face to hers until their mouths met.If it had been hot in the cabin before, it was beyond tropical now.Scott claimed her mouth like a man deprived of affection for far too long.And he had been.Ten years was a long time to wait to be with a woman again.He shivered as he gripped her sides and twisted her around to face him, deepening the kiss as he exhaled tremulously through his nose.As his body trembled again, Lacey sensed he was on the verge of losing control, scarcely containing himself.She forced herself to pull back.If she didn’t slow things down, it would be over before it began.Holding his face in her hands, she held his gaze as his fingers dug into her hips.“I don’t know why I’m shaking,” he said, breathing hard.His gaze blazed into hers before burning a path to her mouth and breasts, feasting on her nudity, before returning to her face.“Sshh.” She knew why he was trembling.Because it had been so long since he’d made love to a woman.Because he didn’t sleep around.Because he took physical intimacy seriously.Scott was a moral man, principled and gracious.For him to ask her to spend the night meant he respected her and saw her as more than a casual affair.Taking a step back, she slid the fingers of one hand through the dark hair on his chest with deliberate slowness.She needed to calm him while keeping the fire burning, but she also wanted to drink in his physical beauty.The scar on his biceps was matched by one on his shoulder and another on his chest.She ran her fingertips over them, paying each badge of honor the respect it deserved before moving to the next [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]