Bangs, Nina The Pleasure Master

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"I don't know how smart that is. If you warn me, I can run." She would run, fast and far.
Away from the temptation of trying for sexual nirvana with a man who, even though more
sensually persuasive than her ex-husband, still believed that sex and caring weren't
connected. Uh-uh, wouldn't catch her with that again.
"Ye wouldn't wish to run." He transferred his attention to her neck, squeezing gently,
reminding her of his leashed power, of what he could do if he chose. She wasn't sure
whether that thought frightened or excited her.
"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"Aye."
Now that frightened her.
He moved away, and she almost slumped with relief.
"I must put yer wee flower back together again." He picked up Suzy pieces and bent over
them, his hair shrouding his expression. "What do ye do in this place ye claim to come
from?"
She watched his strong, capable fingers carefully repairing the yellow flower. And thought
about those fingers. On her. "Uh, when I'm finished doing my princess stuff, I cut, style,
and color women's hair."
He glanced at her from beneath dark lashes and smiled. "Yer hair is wondrous. Ye need do
nothing to it."
Nothing except renew the wondrous blond color once a month. "Thank you. I think." Was
this the beginning of his seduction? Did he start with compliments before launching an all-
out attack?
"Ye dinna take compliments well, lass." He glanced down at Suzy again.
"That's because compliments aren't always sincere. They can be a ploy to get something
from someone." Like sex.
"Is that what yer husband did to ye?" Suzy was now taking on a recognizable shape.
"My husband exploited my weaknesses a desire for his love and a need for security."
Ian didn't take his attention from the nearly restored sunflower. "Those dinna sound like
yer words. Ye speak more bluntly."
She laughed. "Right. That was Coco's lawyer-speak." Kathy relaxed as the laughter
released her tension.
"What do ye do for joy, lass?" He held up the flower.
"I loooove you."
Yep, Suzy was back.
"Ye must do something in this New York that makes yer heart sing." He placed Suzy
carefully back on her ledge, then reached into Kathy's sack and pulled out Baby Born.
Tearing the packaging off, he stared thoughtfully at the doll.
Her heart sing. Shocked, she realized there was only one thing she did in her time that
made her feel even remotely as alive as she felt with Ian Ross. "I skydive."
He set the doll in his lap and stared at her. "I dinna understand."
She smiled, remembering all those times Ms. Wilson, her fourth-grade teacher, had told
her to write as though she were trying to describe something to aliens from another planet,
painting a picture, for them in their minds. And here she'd thought Ms. Wilson's picture-
painting for aliens had been a waste of time.
Ian offered her his come-and-take-me grin. Leaning forward, he traced the outline of her
lips with the tip of his finger. "I must learn yer smile since I dinna see it verra much. 'Tis
wondrous."
Kathy paused a moment to allow her senses to recover from his touch. Amazing how her
breathing rate was affected by contact with any part of Ian Ross's body. "Everything is
wondrous to you."
Suddenly, his eyes widened, then he grimaced. Unceremoniously, he dumped Baby Born
off his lap to reveal a large wet spot. "Not everything. God's teeth, I canna believe ye make
toys that do such things."
Kathy bit her lip, but it did no good. She laughed.
"Dinna laugh, woman. Now I must rid myself of this so it may dry."
Uh-oh. What did ridding himself of this entail?
She wasn't kept in suspense long. With no wasted motion, he stripped off his plaid,
leaving only his shirt, then turned his attention back to her. "Ye havena explained this sky
diving yet."
She'd have a hard time explaining her own name with all that golden skin to distract her.
Temptation didn't just beckon as Ian bent one leg at the knee in what she now recognized
as his comfortable position. It grabbed her by the throat and shook her.
She coughed to free her throat from temptation's hold. "Skydiving? Oh, skydiving. Well,
you go up in a plane. . .." What if she reached out and ran her hand up the inside of his
thigh? Would she surprise him, or would he just smile that I-knew-you-couldn't-resist
smile?
"What is a plane?"
"It's a machine that flies. People ride in it, and it takes them into the sky higher than birds
fly." How high would he let her go? Would he open himself to her, allow her to glide her
fingers under his shirt, touch
He frowned. " 'Tis a hard thing to believe."
Hard. Her breathing quickened. When she finally touched him, would he grow hard
beneath her fingers, would he thrust against her hand when she clasped him? "Hard.
Right. Uh, where was I?"
His gaze turned thoughtful as he watched her; then his lips tilted up in a secret smile. "Ye
were flying through the air."
"Okay. Got it. Air." Funny, she was having trouble getting any air into her lungs. "When
the plane reaches a certain height, everyone except the pilot jumps out." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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