The Christmas Husband by Mary Anne Wilson

Author:Mary Anne Wilson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 1995-06-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Even though it hadn’t happened very often in his life, Steven knew insanity when he experienced it. And right then he’d fallen so far into insanity that it terrified him. He was kissing Madison, caressing her as if she were the only woman in the world. The only female who could rock him with her touch, who could look at him with those blue eyes and make all sorts of imaginings spring to life in him.

And when she’d asked for a kiss, when she’d reached up to him and touched him, he knew that insanity had sprung to life in him. Instead of getting the hell out of there to let her sleep off the brandy, he’d given in to a need that had been there since he’d first bumped into her at Harrington’s.

And the kiss destroyed any protection he’d thought he had against the effect she had on him. At the restaurant he’d known he was at a dead end with her. And when she’d started to show the effects of the brandy, he’d been relieved to leave. He didn’t need to sit across the table from a woman who only had to look at him and he’d forget why he was there.

He’d been ready to take her home, to turn and leave, but nothing had worked out the way he’d planned it. She hadn’t gone home, not about to let her husband see her like this, then they’d come here and he’d carried her upstairs.

His jaw still hurt from clenching it when she’d snuggled into him, and the feeling of her in his arms and the scent that clung to her had assaulted him. And now his body was aching. She was offering herself to him and he wasn’t noble or altruistic enough to turn his back on her. The kiss deepened, and his hands found the swelling of her breasts, then he’d managed the buttons on her silk blouse and only fine lace separated his touch from her bare skin.

The ache in him built to exquisite tension, and he moved onto the couch, levering himself over her without loosing the contact of her lips on his. And the sense of her under him pushed aside any rationale. It didn’t matter that she was married, or a client of the agency. She was Madison. And he wanted her. As he managed to unsnap her bra, he just wanted to be with her, to know her.

Then his hand found her bare breast and cupped the silky weight of it. When he felt her nipple draw to a hard bud and he heard her moan and tremble at the contact, he knew he had no choices left. Not with her. Not like this.

But when he started to move back, to rid himself of the barriers of his clothes, he sensed everything shifting. Madison’s arms around his neck slowly slipped down, and her body’s straining to be closer to him eased. He braced himself with one hand flat on the cushions by her shoulders and looked down at her in the soft shadows.

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