His will was weakening, seduced by the continued heat of her touch grasping her wrist, he drew her hand away. The company, however, does.” Ignoring the interest seeping into her eyes, he forced himself to continue, biting the words off through clenching teeth, “And in the present company, that happens all the time. “No.” It required massive effort to keep his tone even, as if explaining some logical theory. It seems to happen rather often with men-perhaps, in this case, this”-her fingers curled lightly, making him inwardly jerk-“is merely a reflection, an outcome, of our setting, suggestive, illicit, shadowed.” “I’m not so sure,” she murmured, “about that, about its significance.
Jaw clenching, he kept his eyes on hers, and prayed his wouldn’t cross. The warmth of her palm seeping through his trousers, the light flexing touch of her fingers, instantly became an unsubtle torture that had him questioning his sanity. Her eyes narrowed, but he noticed-very definitely noticed-that she made no move to pull her hand away. All the way down between them, until he curved her palm about his erection. Reaching up, he caught one of her hands, and drew it down. And it didn’t take a genius to see how any argument would go-around in circles.īut demonstrable fact spoke much louder than vows. She was perfectly correct he had no grounds on which to defend his sex. “How do I know you’re telling the truth? Men lie about that particular subject all the time.” Consequently, he knew the glib answers, the ways not to answer so he didn’t have to lie. He’d always understood that when women used the word, they meant far more than men assumed. Other women had asked the same thing, on occasions too numerous to count. She hesitated a moment, then said, “I was wondering if you truly desire me.” Shifting his hands to her waist, supporting her against him, he didn’t need to think. “If I tell you honestly, will you answer honestly?” Hands still clasped about his neck, head tilting, she narrowed her eyes fractionally-in undisguised challenge. He watched, fascinated, as clouds of desire swirled through her dark eyes they cleared only slowly, her customary incisive, decisive expression only gradually replacing the dazed evidence of delight.Įventually, she blinked the expression in her eyes turned to a frown. The shadows cloaked them, but they’d both been in the semidark long enough for their eyes to adjust. Drawing unhurriedly back from the honeyed depths of her mouth, reluctantly releasing her lips, he looked down into her face.
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