Chain of Love by Anne Stuart

Author:Anne Stuart [Stuart, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-08-01T18:00:00+00:00

* * *

Chapter Twelve

* * *

She slept very lightly that night, a part of her always alert for the sound of his footsteps, the opening of the door, the feel of his presence in the room. But time after time she’d sat up, wide awake, to find the bedroom still deserted. It was past four when she finally fell into a deep sleep, and when she first heard a quiet rustle of clothing her sleep-fogged mind insisted it was another false alarm. She turned over lazily, stretching her arms out into the darkness. And saw Sin towering above her dressed, no doubt in deference to her, in a brief pair of cotton running shorts. Her defenses momentarily abandoned, she smiled sleepily up at him.

“Are you still awake?” he demanded in mock severity. “It’s five o’clock in the morning.”

“Five?” she echoed hazily. “You must have had a good night.”

He squatted down beside her bed, bringing his face level with hers. “I had an excellent night,” he said lightly. “I won absurd amounts of money. The only way it would have been better was if you’d been there.” He reached a tentative hand to brush a stray lock of hair out of her eyes, and she rubbed against him like a contented cat. He pulled his hand back as if burned. “Don’t do that,” he ordered sharply, not moving from his position by her bed.

Cathy burrowed deeper into the soft, comfortable bed, deciding not to question his irrational behavior. “Aren’t you going to get in bed?” she questioned sleepily.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment. “Yes,” he said, as Cathy felt the mattress sag beside her.

She sat bolt upright in outrage, but a moment later he had yanked her back against his body, fitting her against him, spoon-style, his long arms around her, holding her in place. “Go to sleep,” he murmured in her hair.

“How dare you!” she fumed, fighting the delicious lassitude that washed over her. “You must be drunk. Get out of my bed!”

In answer he pulled her closer still into his warmth, and against her will she felt her body melt against his. He must have sensed her weakening, for he gave her a gentle, approving kiss on one bare shoulder. “That’s right,” he whispered, his breath hot on her skin. “All we’re going to do is sleep together. For now.” A moment later he was, to Cathy’s mingled outrage, relief, and amazement, sound asleep.

She knew afterward that she was partly to blame for what happened. Still, he had insisted on getting in bed with her, against her vociferous protests. So was it her fault that hours later, half waking, half asleep, she had snuggled deeper against the long, warm body wrapped around her? That she had, sighing peacefully, turned in his arms and rested her sleepy head on his hair-roughened chest, had slid her arm around his lean waist and pressed her slender, unconsciously yearning body to his. One of his hands had moved down her back, to urge her slender hips against his, while the other gently cupped her chin.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.