The Baby Mission by Marie Ferrarella

Author:Marie Ferrarella
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Silhouette
Published: 2003-09-05T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

C.J. remained very still, not daring to take a breath, to blink an eye. Everything within her felt as if it had suddenly frozen.

“Warrick?”

“Yes?” He stood less than two feet away from her, his eyes never leaving her face.

His eyes were holding her captive. “What are you thinking?”

His voice was soft, low, each word carefully measured out, as if spilling it too soon was unthinkable.

“That this rain is never going to stop. That we should have gotten more take-out food when we had a chance.” He moved forward. The two feet between them began to disappear until it was almost all gone. “And that I want to kiss you. Very much.”

“Why don’t you?” she whispered.

Very slowly Warrick ran his hand along her cheek, then cupped the back of her head and brought her lips halfway to his.

He met her the rest of the way.

His lips were hard, firm.

Gentle.

And they drew the very life out of her, creating something wild and uncontainable in its place. Heat surged all around her. Through her. She might as well have been standing in a sauna.

Abandoning any pretense that this wasn’t affecting her, C.J. rose up high on her toes, as far as she could reach, falling deep into the kiss. Not wanting to miss a single nuance.

The towel slipped from her head onto the floor, completely unnoticed. All she was aware of was this fire burning within her.

Fire and craving.

His arms were around her, pulling her closer to him. She could feel the heat radiating from his bare chest.

At least she wasn’t the only one in overdrive, she thought. A lot of good that did her.

This was bad, Warrick thought, really bad. Kissing C.J. hadn’t satisfied anything. It just opened up the floodgates. Made him want her all the more.

For a man who liked to maintain control of every waking moment of his life, he found himself a hopeless captive of what was happening right now.

What was more, he didn’t care.

Didn’t care that things were twisting around him, didn’t care that what he felt was so out of character it might as well have been happening to someone else. All he cared about was kissing her.

Having her.

The realization came like a crashing blow to his brain. He wanted to make love with her. With C.J. His partner.

This was getting way out of hand.

Drawing a deep breath, Warrick managed to separate himself from her. It almost surprised him to discover that there was an end to him and a beginning to her. For a moment he’d felt they had formed one continuous whole. One endless circle.

He struggled to pull himself together, to cover up what he was feeling. She looked dazed. That made two of them, he thought.

He took another step back and noticed the towel. “Um,” he pointed to the floor behind her, “I think your turban fell.”

Numbly C.J. turned to look where he was pointing. She stared down at the damp towel as if she didn’t recognize what it was.

“Oh, right. It did.

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