Mr. Hall Takes a Bride by Marie Ferrarella

Author:Marie Ferrarella
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Silhouette
Published: 2007-09-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

It was, Sarajane realized, as if she were drowning in chocolate. Dark, sweet, thick, rich chocolate. And oh, the rush that overtook her was almost not to be endured. The world around her had gone into slow motion and disappeared.

The second kiss was even better than the first.

She lost her breath. Completely and utterly. She found herself gasping just to draw in enough to sustain her.

Sarajane had never experienced anything like this before. Not from a kiss. Lovemaking was a different story, but Jordan wasn’t making love with her—

Or was he?

They didn’t actually have to be lying in bed, their bodies naked and tangled, in order to make love. Sarajane was one of those people who believed that someone could make love to you with their eyes, with their hands, with their lips.

Like now.

Oh, she was sinking fast.

Within another moment, she was going to completely forget all the promises she’d ever made to herself about getting involved, about setting herself up to be abandoned emotionally and physically, and surrender to this man with the lethal mouth that was to die for. The hunger within her was growing at an alarming rate.

Battling a huge wave of reluctance, Sarajane managed to separate herself from him, pulling back as far as she was able.

Only then did she realize that the ache she was feeling around her midsection didn’t have so much to do with the longing a woman felt when she hadn’t made love for a very long time as it did with the transmission shift that had been digging into the lower portion of her ribcage.

Jordan was looking at her and for the life of her, Sarajane couldn’t read what was in his eyes. Amusement? Longing? The knowing look of a man moving in for the kill on a sure prey?

One coaxing syllable out of his mouth and she knew she’d succumb, that her last shred of resistance would dry up and just blow away. She had to say something first, squelch any hope that something was going to happen tonight—no matter how much she wanted it to.

“I have a roommate.”

“I don’t.”

The two words echoed within the interior of the vehicle, buzzing around her head like a honey bee.

So this was temptation, she thought. Temptation in its rawest form. She knew Jordan was asking her, without actually putting it into so many words, to come to his place. To go home with him and be with him in every sense of the word.

Every fiber of her being screamed: “Let’s go!”

Only her brain, that tiny fragment that was maddeningly given to common sense in times of crisis, shouted, “No.” As much as she wanted to be with him, as much as she wanted to make love with him until she figuratively and maybe literally came apart at the seams, Sarajane knew that her brain was right and that everything else was wrong.

Wrong never looked so good to her before.

“You earn more money than I do,” she said, sucking in air. Trying to find herself amid the ruins.

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