The Amnesiac Bride by Ferrarella Marie

Author:Ferrarella, Marie [Ferrarella, Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Suspense
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-09-24T22:39:20+00:00

Chapter 9

She woke up smiling. A soft, silken smile that poured through her body like fine, warmed brandy, reaching every extremity. If she concentrated, she could still feel him, the imprint of his sleek, hard body pressing against hers. She could have hugged herself, but she would have rather hugged Zane.

With a contented sigh, Whitney turned to look at him. Zane was still asleep. She’d almost been afraid that he wouldn’t be here in the morning. That this had been a dream, after all.

She felt the desire to run her hand through the hair that fell into his face. She didn’t want to wake him just yet.

Last night returned to her in glowing, vivid terms. Not just the passion, which was exquisite, but the gentleness, as well. The look in his eyes, which had told her more than his words ever could. Words could easily be lies. But the truth would be there in his eyes, his beautiful green eyes.

The rosy glow within her grew.

Propping herself up on her elbow, Whitney was content just to lie here and watch him sleep. Tenderness filled her like a sweet song. It gave the contentment depth and substance.

Unable to resist, she extended her hand over his chest, keeping it steady. As his chest rose with each breath he took, it brushed against her fingertips. She could feel a tingle working its way along her body.

How she wanted him!

Hers, he was hers. What had she done in her life to get so lucky? She wished she knew what had attracted him to her in the first place. The worry nagged at her that she might never be that woman again, the one who had won his heart. The one she couldn’t remember being.

Zane awoke with a start, catching her hand in a viselike grip before his eyes were focused or even opened. “What the...?”

He groaned when he realized it was Whitney. Sighing, he released her hand. Zane scrubbed his own over his face. “Morning.”

She wasn’t sure if it was a greeting, a question or a protest. Just for a moment, she thought she saw something in his eyes she hadn’t seen before. He’d become alert, from a dead sleep, like a man who was accustomed to being braced for the worst. why? Was there a dark side to this man who filled her with sunshine?

She was being paranoid again, she reminded herself. He’d just reacted with surprise, that’s all. Whitney forced the smile back to her lips.

“You’re awfully jumpy this morning.” She curled her body against his. “I would have thought that after last night, you wouldn’t have a tense bone in your body.”

No, she’d just about liquefied him. He tried to get his bearings and erect a barrier against the guilt that was beginning to snake through his conscience.

He shrugged casually. “Force of habit. I usually sleep with one eye open.”

And why was that? It was such an odd thing to say. Maybe he meant he was a light sleeper, she thought, searching for excuses.

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