The Surgeon's Proposal by Lilian Darcy

Author:Lilian Darcy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-11-08T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

ANNABELLE didn’t hesitate, or push away. She kissed Dylan back.

Wrapping her arms around his neck and keeping the gloved parts out of the way, she stepped closer so that they were hard against each other. She drank the taste of his mouth like wine, with eager, parted lips. She closed her eyes.

It felt so good. So right. As if it should have happened days ago, and, at the same time, as if now was the perfect moment.

Dylan spread his hands and ran them across her ribs, then up to her breasts. He took their weight and lifted them, searing his thumbs across her hardened nipples. She felt his fingers whisper just above the neckline of her top, then climb to stroke the loose hair back from her hot neck.

She had to stretch up on tiptoe to hold him without getting the wet gloves on the back of his shirt, and she teetered. It was a very satisfying form of unsteadiness, with his solid support against her. He whispered hotly in her ear, ‘I’ve got you.’

‘I know.’

‘Not letting you go.’

‘Don’t. Please.’ She printed kiss after kiss on his mouth—kisses that were hot and hungry and eager for more. His response swept her away. His kisses were imperious, confident, teasing and meltingly sweet.

‘Hold me, Annabelle,’ he said fiercely against her mouth. ‘I want to feel you.’

‘I can’t. The gloves…’

‘Doesn’t matter.’ He gathered her more tightly against him, driving the breath high into her lungs. She felt giddy. Just wanted to laugh and cry and kiss him for hours.

‘Mummy! Clean a baffroom now?’

She heard Duncan’s running feet on the carpet, and Mum’s smoke-darkened voice, still on the balcony. ‘One more story, Dunc?’

‘No. Help clean a baffroom now.’

Annabelle pulled away from Dylan, her breathing still fast and high. Dylan turned to face the sink and grabbed a sponge. There were wet splodges on the back of his shirt.

‘I’ve dripped cleaning stuff on you,’ she said.

‘I told you, it doesn’t matter.’

Duncan arrived, oblivious to the struggle going on in both of them and to the nuances beyond their trivial words. ‘I need a sponge,’ he announced.

He loved helping to clean the bathroom, because it was such a lovely messy job, and the more enthusiasm he displayed, the messier it was.

‘Take him for a walk?’ Dylan suggested. ‘I’d like to.’

But Duncan was stubborn, and wouldn’t go. He was going to help clean that bathroom or collapse in a screaming heap, and that was that.

‘I’m not going to push it,’ Annabelle told Dylan quietly.

Mum had also arrived in the kitchen now, and she nodded. ‘Best not.’

‘I’d win eventually—I’m bigger than you, Duncan!’ Annabelle went on. ‘But the price is pretty high, late on a Friday afternoon. Can’t send him with you, Dylan, if he doesn’t want to go, since he doesn’t know you that well.’

They got the cleaning done eventually, with Mum in the background berating herself for being so useless.

‘Now, about dinner,’ Annabelle said to her finally.

‘Don’t worry. I’ve still got a couple of those lovely leftover take-away meals you brought me a few weeks ago.

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