Forgotten Sins by Robyn Donald

Author:Robyn Donald
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9781426883286
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2001-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Aline swam until heavy limbs drove her ashore. Although Jake, lounging in one of the oversize steamer chairs on the wide terrace, appeared to be concentrating on a book, she didn’t make the mistake of thinking he wasn’t keeping a close watch on her.

On the beach again, she turned her back to the house and submitted gratefully to the sun’s ministrations, almost purring as warmth soaked into her. The wash of water past her skin had heightened her senses, transforming her body into something painfully taut and eager and consumed by a dangerous anticipation.

‘You’ll burn,’ Jake said from behind her.

She swivelled, to see him standing a few feet away. His glance swept her pale shoulders before lifting to her mouth, resting there for a significant moment.

Staking a claim, she thought confusedly. He was crowding her, reminding her that they’d made love the previous night. ‘I’ll go inside and change shortly.’

‘Now,’ he said pleasantly.

Fuming, Aline straightened up, pushing wet hair back from her face. Holding his eyes with her own, she said just as pleasantly, ‘Go to hell,’ and walked past him, spine stiff, shoulders held so rigid that every muscle protested.

His low laughter behind her set fire to her temper. Her long stride faltered but a fierce pride drove her on.

After she’d showered and dressed she stripped the bed with angry speed, bundling the sheets and pillowslips into a pile with the clothes she’d discarded the previous night.

The house was still quiet when she emerged, but she sensed Jake’s presence, a dangerous energy in the air.

Common courtesy dictated that instead of searching for the laundry and the linen cupboard she ask where they were. Setting her jaw, she went out onto the terrace.

A book face-down on his lean stomach, he was lying back in the lounger apparently gazing out to sea. Or sleeping.

The sight of him sprawled in the shade couldn’t affect her emotionally because she didn’t know him. No, the sudden quickening of her breath had to be a meaningless female acknowledgment of his strong sexual charisma, a hint from her body that although she didn’t recall their lovemaking, it was imprinted in her cells.

What else didn’t she recall? Humiliating panic almost broke through her fragile composure. She hated feeling vulnerable—it terrified and antagonised her. Coolly, baldly, she said his name.

His black head turned; lazy, half-hidden eyes scanned her with something very close to insolence. ‘Yes?’ he said indolently.

She needed every advantage she could gain to deal with this man. Briefly she fought a wild desire to challenge his unfaltering self-assurance.

‘Where’s the laundry?’ she asked, forcing the words into a calmly conversational mould. ‘And where can I find some bed linen?’

His lashes drooped. ‘The laundry’s beyond the kitchen, and the linen cupboard’s in the corridor outside the bedroom.’ He paused before drawling, ‘Need help to make the bed?’

Tension sparked across her nerve-ends. Oh, he knew how to get to her! ‘No, thank you,’ she said in a tone too clipped to be safe or wise, and marched back into the house.

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