The Husband She'd Never Met by Barbara Hannay

Author:Barbara Hannay
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-03-13T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

CARRIE HAD BEEN nervous about brazenly sailing into Max’s office, bearding the lion in his den, so to speak. But now, as his blue eyes smouldered with heat, as he reached for her...as he framed her face with his hands and sealed his lips to hers...she felt a rush of relief, swiftly followed by pure elation.

This devastatingly sexy man was her husband. Her husband, yet also a stranger.

The combination was heady. Intoxicating. Especially when he pulled her even more closely to him and took the kiss deeper.

Tonight she sensed an even greater urgency to Max’s kiss, as if he was claiming her, branding her as his own. And leaving her in no doubt about his intentions.

It was going to happen. This night, at last, would be theirs. A gift from the Fates.

Another chance for their marriage?

She had no answer for that, but it hardly mattered now, when she tasted the yearning he could no longer disguise, when his tongue delved deep, sending heat spreading through her belly, making her ache with wanting him.

Soon their intense and needy kisses were no longer enough. Holding hands, they hurried through the darkened house to Carrie’s bedroom—their bedroom, by rights—now softly lit by shaded lamps.

The suitcase no longer stood in the corner like a stern reprimand, a symbol of impending doom. Carrie had shoved it, unopened, into the bottom of one of the capacious built-in wardrobes.

Now the huge king-size bed commanded their attention, luxurious and inviting with its smooth white cover softened by lamplight. Carrie’s heart beat wildly. For a scary moment she wondered if she’d been crazy to take this risk, but her doubts were whisked away when Max pulled her to him once again, melting all chance of rational thought with another deep and soul-searing kiss.

They didn’t speak. It was almost as if they’d both agreed that words could be dangerous...might break the spell.

With no memory of how this had been in the past, Carrie was happy to follow her instincts. Winding her arms around Max’s neck, she pressed close with her breasts against his chest, her hips against his.

He kissed her eyelids, her brow and then her mouth, ravaging her wonderfully, turning her loose-limbed and wanton. At some point he began to shed his shirt—with a little eager help from her—and a soft gasp broke from her as the shirt slipped away to reveal his big bare shoulders and chest, tapering tantalisingly to lean hips.

With trembling fingers she reached to touch him. So hard and muscular. So intensely male.

And he wanted her. Oh, yes.

Now he kissed her face again, kissed her temple, her cheek, her chin. With an almost lazy lack of haste he opened the top buttons of her nightgown, pulling the neckline slowly apart. Her knees almost gave way as he dipped his head, brushing his warm lips over her bare skin, lavishing intimate kisses on her throat, her neck, her shoulders, sending exquisite thrills trembling through her.

‘Carrie...’ His voice was little more than a hoarse whisper.

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