Heather Graham by Siren from the Sea

Author:Siren from the Sea [Sea, Siren from the]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

“BRITTANY!”

She knew that he was coming after her. She felt the pounding of his feet against the sand. A combination of misery and stupidity sent her racing into the surf.

He was behind her.

“Brittany!”

His arms came around her, strong arms, tight arms, arms that were attempting to subdue. But she was in her element now. Water. Water all around her. The clean, azure sea, with the bottom far, far below.

She jackknifed her legs with a powerful thrust, going downward, eluding even his grasp. She felt his hands, grasping for her. Another swift kick sent her spiraling away.

His hand caught the fabric of her flimsy gown. He kept the fabric but he lost her.

It was insane; she kept swimming anyway. Yet for all her prowess, he was strong enough to keep up with her. He caught her again and again. Hands against her bare flesh. Again and again she eluded him, not hearing his shouts, heedless of anything except the will to be alone, away, somewhere far from him to think upon the total folly of her actions.

Of the pain.

“Brittany, damn it!”

His hands, hot and warm against the water, came upon her. Coursed along her body, slick and grasping, as she jackknifed again.

She wanted to be alone. To lick her wounds.

In the end, she simply tired. He caught her, and she simply hadn’t the strength left to vault away again. His arm came around her waist and he dragged her back to the shore, placing her there, reclining beside her, that arm still warily across her middle lest she should think to flee again.

He was panting heavily. Dripping wet and panting heavily and leaning over her. She closed her eyes. She tried not to think that she was caught. That he had known a certain truth all along. That he had been playing with her as a cat might right before the kill.

That she had just made love with him. Because she had wanted to. Foolishly, ridiculously. Against all good sense. Because she had fallen in love with one of the very men she had come to watch, to catch for a thief …

And her dress was somewhere out in the surf. The breeze was caressing her naked flesh and bringing painfully home to her the extent of her vulnerability.

What did he intend to do?

Nothing …? He was still breathing deeply. Still hovering over her. She didn’t open her eyes. She felt the warmth of his breath where it touched her cheeks, her throat. She felt his arm, a bar across her waist. She felt the drenched material of his jeans, for his knee was cast lightly over her thighs, another bar of the prison he created with his body.

She was so cold. The sun was setting, yet the air was warm. She started to shiver, acutely aware of the misery of her position. Cold and wet and of course her nipples were hardening and she was so totally humiliated that she discovered it was possible to want to die from the horror of the feeling.

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