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.“Would you care to be more specific?”“Sure.” She stood up and abruptly pulled off her silk blouse.There was nothing under it except her small, pretty breasts.“How’s this for specific?” she asked bluntly.Chapter FivePierce had refused to think of Brianne as a woman lately.He hadn’t overcome his grief for Margo and he wasn’t ready for any intimate involvement, especially with a woman as young and innocent as Brianne.But the sight of those soft, pretty pink breasts with their hard mauve tips had an immediate and unmistakable effect on him.Her eyes followed the movement of his body with wide fascination that quickly turned to apprehension.She folded her arms across her breasts, and her brazen demeanor went into eclipse.“Lost your nerve?” he taunted softly.She had.It wasn’t possible to pretend that she didn’t find him intimidating.“Sorry,” she said, because his irritation with her was also apparent.“The magazines don’t show men like that,” she added self-consciously.“They wouldn’t dare.” He got to his feet and moved closer to her, slowly taking her hands away from her breasts.They were hard-tipped, just slightly swollen.He looked at their delicate pink contours with pure appreciation.“I’m…small.” She wanted so badly to be sophisticated, but she felt gauche and uncomfortable.He was looking at her as if he liked what he saw, but she was self-conscious about her size.“You’re perfectly formed and not too small,” he replied gently.He smiled at her, and it made him less frightening.His black eyes were tender as they traced the stark outline of her breasts.His gaze lifted to her face and his eyes narrowed with faint calculation.“Do they ache?”She wondered how he knew that.She nodded, a little stiffly.His head lifted.“Come here and I’ll make it stop.”His voice was deep, soft, slow.She was aware of the sun beating down on them through the casuarinas, the sound of the waves on the beach just beyond the privacy fence.She was aware of an airplane roaring overhead.But none of those things really registered as she felt the impact of Pierce’s eyes on her body for the first time.She drew in her breath and took a step toward him.She felt tight, swollen, all over.She’d always found him attractive, but this was beyond her slight experience.It was like being in the grip of a tidal wave.She couldn’t help herself.His big, dark hand lifted slowly, and his fingers traced lightly around just the edges of one small breast.She gasped.He smiled at her reactions, because she was too green to hide them.His other hand drew her a little closer.His breath sighed out at her forehead as his thumb eased just to the outline of the hard nipple and away again.He felt her stiffen, heard her breathing rustle in her throat.“The…gate,” she said through dry lips.“No one ever comes through it when I’m sunbathing.It’s an unwritten law.” He was feeling alive for the first time since Margo’s death.It was like rebirth to feel a woman’s soft breast under his fingers, feel a woman’s shaking heartbeat against his hand, hear her breathing catch in her throat.Brianne smelled of spring flowers, and he thought how exquisite it would be to take the rest of her clothes off and touch her where she’d never been touched.His own heartbeat raced at the images that claimed his mind.He stopped thinking about her age and inexperience.They didn’t matter.Nothing mattered past the heat in his loins.His fingers went to the waistband of her jeans.He unsnapped them and pulled the zipper down.Her hands caught his, but he expected the faint panic and his head bent as she struggled with his fingers.“Virginity is hard to give up,” he whispered at her lips.“But you’ll like the way I take yours.It’s going to be slow and sweet, here in the sun.” His mouth touched her upper lip and then her lower one as his hands began to move.She made a sound and he smiled patiently.His head bent and his mouth opened over one hard nipple [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]