The Case of the Missing Secretary by Diana Palmer

Author:Diana Palmer [Palmer, Diana]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Secretaries
ISBN: 9780373587384
Google: ZcE_gONnKEsC
Amazon: B005HRT70A
Barnesnoble: B005HRT70A
Goodreads: 12772843
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 1992-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Kit couldn't find the right words to express what she felt. It would have been muddled if she had. She wanted him to look at her; she ached for him to touch her. But it was wrong, because he was only interested in the physical intimacy, and because he was going to marry Betsy. She should scream her head off and order him out of the room, and her brain wanted to, but her body trembled helplessly as he walked toward her. Her eyes told him that he could have anything he wanted.

His own eyes were stormy, not easily read at all. His broad face was without humor or teasing. It was as solemn as if he were in church.

Without a word, he reached and disengaged her hands from her breasts. He moved them away from her body and brought them to her sides. Then he looked at her, with awe and quiet delight while she struggled to breathe normally and failed.

When one big hand came up and gently touched just the tip of her breast, a weak cry escaped her throat.

"This is where you're most sensitive," he said, tracing the hard, erect tip. He watched her eyes while he touched it, savoring its heat and hardness with his fingers and then with his palm. “It frightens you to be vulnerable, doesn't it?"

“Yes," she whispered.

"Don't you think I am?" he asked surprisingly. His fingers went to the Western-cut shirt he was wearing and flicked open the pearly snaps.

Her eyes lit up with pure delight as she gazed at the thick dark hair on his broad, bronzed chest.

"Here. Touch me where I'm touching you."

He drew her fingers to his chest, and let her feel the hard tip over his heart.

She traced it and he caught his breath, laughing softly at her surprise.

"When men and women make love, there's no real master," he said, moving so that his big hand could completely cover her soft breast. "Both become vulnerable. Fragile..."

He bent and kissed her parted lips with a tenderness that was indescribable. His hands were gentle on her body, tracing, learning, exploring, until he knew every centimeter of skin above her waist.

Kit, too, was learning. Her hands buried themselves in that thick pelt and tugged at it with a pleasurable rhythm. But all too soon, it was no longer enough, and without conscious intent, she stepped even closer to him and relaxed completely against his aroused body.

"No," he whispered. His big hand dropped to her hip and gently moved her back. His mouth teased hers again. "This isn't the time or the place."

She looked up into his dark, patient eyes. "It makes me ache," she whispered, trying to put her feelings into words.

"Yes. Me, too." He drew his face against hers. Both hands slid over her breasts and gently caressed them. "You're like silk all over, aren't you?" he whispered. His mouth slid down her throat, over her shoulders and her collarbone. It eased down, down, until it suddenly opened on her soft breast.

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