Sleight Of Hand, Book One, Stolen Hearts Series by Kate Kelly

Author:Kate Kelly [Kelly, Kate]
Language: en-us
Format: azw3
Published: 2011-09-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Sarah pulled her hand away from Chance's smooth, broad back and clenched her fist against her chest. Had she really just asked Chance to sleep with her?

Not asked. Begged.

She'd never felt as alone as she did right now. The only person who came remotely close to loving her had used a bottle of pickles to tell her he cared about her and that he was all right. How pathetic was that?

She needed Chance to hold her, to love her, if only for the night. She wouldn't ask for more. Chance had set the boundaries. She understood how he felt. Truly she did. Some men weren't made for staying.

The muscles ripple across his back as he tensed. When he turned to face her, his eyes were shuttered, but she felt the intensity of his gaze all the same.

Suddenly, she recalled her first impression of him when they met in New York. He'd seemed so dangerous, so hungry then. He had the same look now, but it had an explosive edge that hadn't been there before.

"Sarah, I...."

Oh God, he was going to say no. After he'd already asked her to make love with him. After she'd sacrificed her pride to ask him. She hunched her shoulders against the pain of rejection and turned to walk away.

"I'm sorry," she choked out over her shoulder. "Forget I said that."

He caught her before she'd crossed the room and pulled her back against him. "You have to know how much I want you, Sarah. Every time I look at you, all I can think about is making love to you.

"I want to feel your hair drift across my skin." He separated a swath of her hair and let it slide slowly through his fingers on to his arm.

"And your mouth." He turned her around in his arms and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. "I could kiss you for days and still come back for more."

Her body throbbed with heat as his deep voice flowed over her. Tentatively, she raised her hands and traced the muscles in his shoulders. "I've always wanted to touch you here," she whispered. "And here." She ran her hands over the soft, dark hair on his chest.

He sucked in a breath and grabbed her hands. "We can't do this, Sarah. Tonight is all I have. Tomorrow, next week, I could go to jail for a long time. You deserve so much more."

"But you didn't steal the paintings."

"No." He smiled sadly at her. "I didn't steal the Group of Seven paintings."

Her mind leapt at the way he'd phrased his reply. He raised her hands to his lips and kissed the knuckles on both hands, and she no longer cared what he said or how he said it. His actions spoke louder than his words.

She pulled her hands away and encircled his neck with her arms. Her mouth was so close to his, his warm breathe bathed her lips. "I'm only asking for tonight, Chance. Just one night."

"Sarah." Her name came

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