Diana Palmer Long Tall Texans 10 Emmett

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muscles.
She smoothed her hands
sensually up and down his chest with delight while he taught her the intricacies of openmouthed
kissing. By the time he began to brush against
her rhythmically with his hips, she was whimpering with the same desire that was riding him. But it
couldn't go on. He was fast reaching the point
of no return, and seducing her was impossible.
She felt swollen from head to toe, throbbing, when he finally lifted his head to look into her misty,
half-closed eyes. He was more aroused than
he could remember being in recent years. His body throbbed painfully with the need for release.
He pushed her hips away from his and took her face in his hands before he kissed her again, with
growing tenderness.
She started to move closer, but he caught her by the waist and kept her away.
Her eyes asked the question that her swollen lips wouldn't form.
"Does the term 'playing with fire' ring any chimes?" he asked with forced, husky laughter.
"I don't care," she said unsteadily. Her face colored, but she didn't look away. "I like the way you feel."
His face tautened. "I like the way you feel, too, but a few minutes of feverish sex isn't going to
improve our situation. And I did promise you
that there would be nothing to regret." He forced himself to let her go and move away. He lit a
cigarette. He hardly smoked these days, but
he needed something to steady his nerves.
"A few minutes of feverish sex?" she said with a feeble attempt at humor as she leaned back against
the counter and stared at him from a
face that held lingering traces of desire.
He glanced at her and laughed, too. "Yes, well, it may be crude, but it was all I could think of at the
time. I had to save you from yourself.
Not to mention, from me." His eyes were bold on her breasts, assessing their taut peaks before his
gaze lifted again to her flushed, excited
face. "You're a quick study."
"Is that what I am?"
"That, and alarmingly innocent, for all your response just now," he added, the laughter leaving his
eyes, to be replaced with quiet
introspection. "Why are you still a virgin, Melody?"
She didn't bother to deny it. She knew all too well from what Kit had told her that he was definitely no
novice. Women apparently fell
over themselves trying to climb into bed with him. "I'm oversized and old-fashioned and plain, didn't
you notice?" she asked, stung by the
question.
"Don't take offense," he said quietly. "It wasn't a sarcastic question. If you want to know the truth,'' he
added, his voice going sensual
and soft, and his green eyes glittery, as he looked at her, "it excites me to the point of madness."
She drew a slow breath. "That's a new observation," she replied. "Most people think I'm crazy or
fanatically careful. The truth is that nobody
ever put on enough pressure to make me careless."
"Until now?" he asked gently.
She started to deny it, but that was pointless. He knew. She saw it in his eyes.
"Until now," she echoed.
He lifted the cigarette to his lips and blew out a faint cloud
of smoke. Half angrily, he turned on the faucet and held the barely touched cigarette under it,
extinguishing it. He tossed the finished remains into
the trash can and stood staring down at it.
"I used to smoke a pack a day. I've lost my enthusiasm for it. Addiction is unwise." He turned and
stared at her intently. "Any kind of
addiction."
"Smoking is bad for you. I never even tried it."
"Good for you." He took the almost full package out of his pocket and dropped that into the trash can,
too. "I have to go."
She didn't want that. She felt a sudden, acute sense of loss that was puzzling.
She moved out of the kitchen and preceded him to the front door. But when she would have opened it,
his big, lean hand flattened on its
surface and prevented her.
"What are you doing Sunday?" he asked abruptly, and against his better judgment.
Chapter 7
Melody felt the floor giving way under her feet, and realized that it was because her heart was beating
so fast. For a minute she thought he
might be joking. But he didn't look as if he were, and there was a new softness in his green eyes.
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