The Glass Shoe by Kay Hooper

Author:Kay Hooper
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-11-09T04:49:32+00:00

—like a stalking cat.

"There isn't going to be much for either of us to do during this storm," he said, obviously thinking along the same lines. "Except get to know each other."

Looking up into his darkened gray eyes, Amanda felt a wave of panic unlike anything she'd ever known before. It was raw, almost primal, as if it came from someplace inside her too deep for words. She half closed her eyes, the shock of that feeling jolting through her and leaving behind it a kind of numb bewilderment.

"Amanda?"

She felt one of his hands lift to her neck, his thumb pushing her chin up gently. "I don't—" she began, having no idea what she was going to say.

"I do," he muttered, as if he knew. His head bent, his dark eyes fixed on her mouth.

She couldn't turn away, couldn't escape him. And when his warm, hard lips covered hers, the surge of pleasure was so intense that her knees almost buckled. The hand at her hip slipped lower, shaping rounded flesh, and held her firmly against him. His other hand slid around to the nape of her neck, under her hair, the fingers moving caressingly against her scalp.

Amanda could feel her hands move up, over the thick material of his sweatshirt. Her eyes were closed, yet she saw through her touching fingers. The shirt, rough and dark. The base of his neck, hard and warm, a pulse beating under his flesh with a quickening rhythm, a tiny heartbeat caged. Then his hair, thick and soft, like silk.

He was kissing her with that strangely moving absorption that made her feel singular, unique. All his attention was fixed on her, on this slow exploring. There was nothing tentative about him, yet she had the odd feeling that he was somehow . . . gauging her response. When he finally lifted his head and looked down at her, she was sure of it. There was something like triumph in his eyes, and the curve of his mouth was stamped with an unmistakable masculine arrogance.

"I definitely do," he said.

She wanted to wipe that look off his face, conscious of a bitter resentment that he could do this to her. How could he and be so detached from it himself? She was shaking, her legs weak; she was filled with a heated dizziness that sapped strength. Her whole body ached with a yearning she'd never felt before. She tried to make her arms stop clinging to the strong column of his neck, but they wouldn't move. It made her furious.

"Cage your ego, will you?" she managed to say in a voice that was supposed to be biting but quavered instead.

He looked surprised. "It isn't ego." The hand at her nape moved slowly down her back until it joined the other one to curve over her bottom. "I'm glad you want me as much as I want you, that's all."

It isn't just that. It's—Amanda didn't have to complete the thought in her mind. She knew what that final word was.

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