The Chatsfield Novellas Bundle Volume 3--5 Book Box Set by Fiona Harper

Author:Fiona Harper
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mills & Boon Series Special Releases
Published: 2014-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

Johanna sat on the end of the bed and buried her face in her hands. She was doomed. There was no way she was going to be able to share this room with him and not end up naked and screaming his name.

Just keeping her hands off him in that towel had required a supreme effort.

Ed had a body that begged to be touched. She ought to know—three long nights of touching him had burned it into her brain. Every firm rounded muscle, every shadowy dip, every bony prominence had been a pleasure to caress.

He’d been a pure, tactile delight.

And so damn appreciative.

She still remembered vividly the way his body had bucked and shivered beneath her hands. The way he’d sucked in his breath as her fingers had gone exploring and his low throaty growl as her mouth had joined the party. He’d been like a big sleek, cat, arching and purring, letting her know exactly how much he’d enjoyed her touch.

And, God help her, she’d touched him. She’d touched him a lot.

That first night together she hadn’t been able to stop. Hadn’t been able to believe that they were finally together, that he was finally hers to do with as she wanted.

And now here she was, full circle, desperate not to touch.

Johanna glanced at the couch. It was narrow and not exactly huge. With its beautifully carved legs and old-fashioned heavy brocade fabric it was more for show than function. Ed’s frame would certainly dwarf it but maybe he’d do the chivalrous thing and offer to sleep there? He did, after all, have impeccable manners.

She heard the bathroom door open and pulled her face out of her hands, bracing herself.

‘There’s an extra towel if you want the bathroom,’ he said as he sauntered by in boxers that showed off the long tanned musculature of his legs, and a white t-shirt that sat snug against his chest.

Johanna clenched her fists into the acres of taffeta ruffles that made up her dress. It rustled loud enough to be heard next door. She cleared her throat, determined to be cool about their situation. ‘Yes, please.’

All she’d wanted since dancing with him was to stand under a steaming hot shower for hours and wash away the touch and the smell of him.

Now she needed a cold one. A very cold one.

Johanna stood, then sat just as abruptly as she remembered she didn’t have anything to wear. All she’d packed into her overnight bag was a dress for tomorrow and a change of underwear.

‘What?’ he asked from somewhere behind her.

‘I don’t have pyjamas.’

She cringed at his chuckle. ‘You didn’t pack PJs because…you figured you were going to end up naked with me anyway so why bother?’

Johanna turned and glared at him. His beautiful mouth was turned up sexily at the corners and he had his flirty eyes on. In the low lamplight with his hair all damp and dark, Ed looked like a naughty angel.

‘I didn’t pack PJs because I don’t own PJs,’ she informed him.

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