Passion: In Wilde Country: Book Two by Sandra Marton

Author:Sandra Marton [Marton, Sandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-02-13T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

At first, he was disoriented.

He was in complete darkness, lying in a bed that wasn’t his own. The mattress was too short, too narrow, and as lumpy as a bowl of oatmeal.

The sounds around him were wrong, too.

At home, he had a water wall in the sitting room that adjoined his bedroom. He’d grown so accustomed to the soothing whisper of the water as it fell down the slate and copper wall that he hardly heard it.

Now, what he heard was its absence.

Instead, he heard other things. Wind, moaning through trees. The desolate cry of an owl.

The soft whisper of a woman’s breath.

And it all came rushing back.

He was in a cabin somewhere in the Adirondacks, on the run with a woman he’d never seen until a few days ago. The fire had gone out, which explained the lack of so much as a glimmer of light.

What nothing could explain was how come Ariel Pastore was in his arms.

He was still lying on his back, but nothing else was as it had been when he’d joined her in the bed.

There was zero space between them.

Instead, he was holding her in the curve of his arm. She was on her side, her body flush against his. Her head was on his shoulder, her leg lay high over his hip.

Her hand, the one with the cast, lay over his heart.

Which of them had moved first? Had she crept closer, or had he drawn her to him? The increasing cold in the cabin must have been the cause… and who gave a damn about the cause?

Lying with her this way was a bad idea.

He had to move before she woke up.

Easier said than done.

She was asleep. Sound asleep.

Maybe that would make this simpler. If she were deep in dreamland, if he moved with caution, he wouldn’t wake her.

Slowly, carefully, he began taking his arm from around her shoulders.

“Mmm.”

He froze. Waited. Endless seconds crept by. When he thought it was safe, he moved his arm again. Twisted toward her so he could get more leverage.

She gave another sigh. He felt the warm flutter of her breath against his throat.

Sweat beaded on his forehead. Could a man sweat when the temperature in a room might as well be at the freezing point? Yes. He could.

He could also feel the first, tentative stir of his cock.

No, he thought, dammit, no!

He had to get out of this bed.

Now. Right now, except he moved and she moved, and instead of getting his arm away from her shoulders, he ended up on his side.

With their bodies pressed together.

Her breasts against his chest. Her pelvis against his belly. The two of them wearing thin cotton…

His erection sprang to hard, huge, urgent life.

He groaned. Drew in his breath. Tried to draw the rest of him in, too, but the pitiful bit of space he managed to reclaim didn’t last because his penis grew bigger.

Was that even possible?

And Ariel…she sighed again and scrambled closer.

Matteo slammed his eyes shut.

He told himself to think about cold things.

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