Nora Roberts - Stanislaski Family - 3 by Falling For Rachel

Author:Falling For Rachel [Rachel, Falling For]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-16T23:26:33.440000+00:00

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were parting for his. "I'll call you." "Okay." Her eyes fluttered closed as the kiss deepened. "Soon." He felt the breath backing up in his lungs as she molded against him. "Um-hmm…" As his tongue danced over hers, she gave a quick sigh that caught in the middle. He tore his mouth away to nibble along her

jaw. "One more thing." "Yes?" "I'm not leaving." "I know." Her arms curled around his neck as he lifted her. "It's just chemistry." "Right." Struggling to remember her bruises, he rained soft kisses over her face. "Nothing

serious." She shuddered, nipping at his neck. "I can't afford to get

involved. I have plans." "Nothing serious," he agreed, blood pounding in his head, in his loins. He jerked open a door and found himself facing a closet.

"Where's the damn bedroom?" "What?" She focused, realized he'd carried her out of the kitchen. "This is it. The couch…" She nipped his ear. "It pulls out. I can…" "Never mind," he managed, and settled for the rug. Chapter Seven Contents - Prev | Next He ripped her blouse. It wasn't only passion

that made him grab and tear. He couldn't bear to see her wear it another

moment, to see that vivid blue stained with spots of blood. Yet the sound of

it, of the silk rending beneath his fingers, and her gasp of shocked

excitement, spread fire through his gut. "The first time I saw you…" His breath was already short and fast when he tossed the mangled blouse aside.

"From the first minute, I wanted this. Wanted you." "I know." She reached for him, amazed at how deep and ripe a need could be. "Me, too. It's crazy," she said against his mouth. "Insane." Her skin trembled as he tugged the straps of her chemise from her shoulders to replace them with impatient lips.

"Incredible." Glorying in it, she arched against him when he took her breasts in those greedy, rough-palmed hands. Then his mouth—oh, his mouth, hot and

seeking—closed over her to tug and suckle. Hurry, was all she could think,

hurry, hurry, and her nails scraped heedlessly up his sides as she dragged

his sweater over his head. Flesh to flesh was what she wanted. Skin already

hot, already damp. The feel of his lips against her thundering heart had her

locking her fists in his hair, pressing him closer. She fretted for more.

Even as the storm built to a crisis point inside her, she met, she ached, and

she demanded. Her fingers dug into his broad shoulders when he slid down,

setting off hundreds of tiny eruptions by streaking hungry, openmouthed

kisses down her torso. Then back, quickly back, to drown her in desire with

his lips on hers. He couldn't stop himself from taking. No matter that he had

once imagined making slow, tortuously slow, love to her on some huge, soft

bed. The desperation of what was overpowered any fantasy of what might have

been. She possessed him. Obsessed him. No mystical siren could have stolen his

mind and soul more completely. A button popped from her skirt as he fought to

drag it down her hips.

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