Stranded with a Spy by Merline Lovelace

Author:Merline Lovelace [Lovelace, Merline]
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises
Published: 2007-10-05T04:00:00+00:00

Dessert was the last thing on Cutter’s mind as he snatched up the silver pot containing fresh, frothy cream. Visions of where and how he would spread the stuff damned near had him tripping over his own feet.

He maintained his balance and enough presence of mind to snag their unfinished bottle of wine from the cooler as he followed Mallory through the grand dining salon. Once they’d mounted the stairs and closed the door to her sitting room behind them, however, the bottle, silver pot and two-tiered plate were set aside and forgotten.

Mallory came into his arms with unrestrained eagerness. The ugly insinuations and allegations of promiscuity flashed through Cutter’s mind, only to die an instant death the moment she went up on tiptoe and locked her arms around his neck. She gave as much as she took, but the giving was warm and generous, the taking anything but rapacious.

He was the one who yanked open the buttons of her jacket. He almost choked when he peeled down the denim and saw the lacy camisole beneath. His heart jackhammered against his chest when she angled her head and nibbled her way from his lower lip to his chin to his throat.

Cutter had to fight to keep from tossing her over his shoulder and hauling her to the bed in the next room. The instincts she stirred in him were primitive, almost primeval. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted a woman as much as he wanted this one. Hell, he’d never wanted one as much as he did Mallory.

Not even the Danish beauty who’d arched and panted and hooked her legs around his waist only hours before she triggered the device that created such carnage and devastation.

The realization locked Cutter’s jaw. He stepped back, fists balled, every muscle and tendon in his body raw with the memory.

“I’m so sorry.” Stricken, Mallory touched a featherlight finger to the scars she’d just kissed. “I didn’t think…I didn’t realize…Do they still hurt you?”

They did, but not in the way she thought.

Cutter almost ended things then. He was pretty sure he would have, too, if she hadn’t proceeded to yank the rug out from under his feet.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered again, leaning forward to drop a tender kiss on the underside of his chin. “I’ll be more gentle. I promise.”

The irony of it hit before the absurdity. In her own words, she’d been publicly branded as the next thing to a whore. Yet she stood there with sympathy swimming in her big brown eyes, reining in her natural urges, promising to go easy on him.

On him!

His doubts sank out of sight. Insides turning to mush, he chuckled and tugged her against him.

“You just let rip, sweetheart. I’ll do my best to grin and bear it.”

All inclination toward laughter had disappeared by the time he scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom. So had any pretense that he was a passive player in the game. He was rock-hard and hurting when he dragged down the silken coverlet.

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