Diana Palmer Denim and Lace as Diana Blayne

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legs. He felt irritated that she'd come looking for him, when he was doing his best to put some
distance be- tween them. He was finding marriage more disturbing than he'd expected, and his loss of
freedom had begun to wear on him. Bess was lovely, and he wanted her for plenty of reasons. But he
needed a little time to adjust to their new relationship, and she seemed determined to crowd him.
He'd hoped that she'd get the idea when he pulled back, but she hadn't. He didn't want to come out and
tell her to back off, but his temper was kindled by her persistence. "I'm working on the books," he
said. "When I finish, I'll come out, and we'll talk." She stared at him quietly. "What's wrong?" she
asked gently. "It's being married, isn't it?" she added insightfully and watched it register in his dark
eyes before he could hide it. "Yes, I thought it might be. It's hard to be tied down when you never
have been before, and harder to adjust to than you expected." He sighed and put down the pencil he
was holding. "I'll get used to it," he replied with a faint smile. "But things have changed pretty
quickly. I've been alone for a long time." "So have I." Her eyes ran hungrily over his dark face, down
to his half-open blue-checked shirt, where bronzed muscles lay bare under thick, curling hair. "My
gosh, I love to look at you," she breathed. "I don't think I've ever seen a man who looked sexier with
his shirt open than you do." His heart began to beat like a bass drum. He felt his body react suddenly,
urgently, to her eyes and her bosky voice. She was doing it to him again, seducing him with those soft,
bedroom eyes. "Isn't there anything on television you want to watch?" he asked curtly. She moved
closer to him, her eyes holding his, her blood burning. "Not really." She felt reckless. He was her
husband and she wanted him. For the first time she felt free to express it, to show him how badly she
wanted him. Her hands went to the buttons of her shirt and she slowly undid them, her heart keeping
time with her breathing. She hadn't worn a bra underneath because of the heat. She pulled the edges
apart in front of Cade's steady, astonished gaze. His jaw tightened as he saw the arousal of her pretty
breasts, and his body reacted predictably. "Damn you, that's not fair," he said harshly. She had to hold
back a smile. His eyes were hungry, and she could see his arousal when he stood up. He wasn't
indifferent. Not at all. She walked around the desk and gently pushed him back down into his chair,
sliding onto his lap facing him, overwhelmed with a sense of delicious freedom. Her fingers pulled
his shirt aside and she leaned for- ward to rest her breasts on his hair-roughened chest, sighing as she
nestled her face into his throat. His big hands were already on her hips, pulling her closer. His heart
was shaking him already, and when he bent and put his mouth on hers, it went crazy. "This is insane."
He groaned, his hands suddenly shaking as he reached for the zipper of her jeans. "For God's sake,
stand up . . . !" He jerked her jeans off while she fumbled with the fastenings on his. Then he dragged
her back onto his lap and positioned her, looking up into her rapt, excited face as he lowered her
gently, bringing them together in one long, sweet motion. He shivered as she enveloped him, but his
eyes didn't leave hers, first above, then level with his, then below them. "Hold on," he whispered. His
mouth burrowed softly into hers and his hands tightened on her hips, showing her the motion, helping
her body adjust itself to his as he built the rhythm gently. She moaned sharply against his mouth when
the pleasure began to sing through her. He felt her shudder and smiled harshly against her mouth. He
laughed with feverish abandon, kissing her roughly while his hands pulled and lifted and the sounds
they made together grew louder and more urgent. When the pleasure burst through, she arched
backward, her hair trailing to his thighs as she wept and shivered with the anguish of completion, her
drawn face and body so beautiful that he deliberately delayed his own satisfaction just to watch hers.
And then it all went down in flames, his body convulsing under the softness of hers, while somewhere
a clock struck the hour and he heard his own voice shouting her name. He held her to him, trying to
breathe while his body trembled helplessly in the aftermath. His hands gently stroked her damp back, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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