A Secret Love (Cyn 5) by Stephanie Laurens

Author:Stephanie Laurens [Laurens, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2009-12-05T09:00:00+00:00

A waltz was just starting. Alathea’s mad dash nearly sent her into the dancers. She teetered on the edge of the dance floor—

A hard arm collected her, sliding about her waist, swinging her forward, then expertly steadying her. She swallowed a shriek, then fought to catch her breath—and her balance, and her scattered wits, only to lose all three as Gabriel locked his arm around her, trapping her from breast to thigh against him. One hand held fast, he whirled her down the room.

Her body instantly came alive. Her breasts swelled. She fought to hold herself stiffly, but her body molded to his, thighs brushing evocatively at every turn. Their hips swayed together; memories churned.

Within seconds, she’d softened. She refused to meet his eyes, too busy struggling to master her whirling wits, to gather her resolution, to find some way forward. Her composure was all she had left; desperately, she clung to it.

He was holding her very close. As her head continued to whirl, as her body continued to heat with every revolution, she fixed her gaze over his shoulder, and hissed, “You’re holding me too close.”

Gabriel looked at her face, so achingly familiar yet . . . had he ever truly seen it before? His temper was up and running, his emotions rioting; he had no idea what he thought or felt. He could barely believe the truth in his arms. His hold on his impulses was tenuous as he let his gaze roam the long slender lines of her throat, the creamy expanse of skin above her neckline, over the rounded swells, now firm, hot and tight, pressed against his chest. “I’ve held you closer, if you recall.”

The gravelly rasp of his words affected them both; she shot him a shocked, breathless, scandalized glance, then looked away.

She said nothing more; her feet followed his, her body flowing with his, fitting so neatly, so totally attuned they could both have waltzed for hours without thought. Gabriel grabbed the moments to bring some order to the chaos in his brain. He frowned as he noticed the difference in her height, then recalled the high heels he’d dropped to the carriage floor three nights before.

Glancing down as they whirled through the next turn, he confirmed his guess. “You never normally wear heels.”

Her breasts swelled as she drew in a tight breath. “What are you talking about? You’re making less sense than poor Skiffy Skeffington!”

His hold on his temper snapped. “Indeed? In that case, I suppose there’s no point in asking how long you’d thought to carry on your charade, or in inquiring as to its purpose. You can understand, however, that that last exercises me greatly.” He spoke through clenched teeth, his voice sharpened steel. He let his gaze rake her face; he saw only red. “Did you think to trap me into marriage? Is that what this is about? Surely not—” He tightened his hold as she tried to free her hand until he knew he was crushing her fingers.

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