"Bennett, Cherie - Sunset Island 009 - Sunset Scandal" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bennett Cherie)

"Crazier," Kurt said. "Insane. I'm completely nuts about you." He pulled her closer. "How's that?"
"Perfect," Emma sighed.
"Ah, young love, or is it young lust?" Sam crowed, coming up next to Kurt and Emma. She and Pres were holding hands.
"Try it, you might like it," Kurt told Sam.
Sam looked at Pres. "I suggest we go for the lust part. How about you?"
"Girl, lucky for you I know you're not half as tough as you talk," Pres told Sam in his easy Tennessee drawl. He put his arms around her and pulled her close to dance. Sam waved once at Emma, then snuggled closer to Pres and moved to the music.
Emma closed her eyes and swayed in Kurt's arms. She could feel the heat of his
body right through his clothes. The thought that she was responsible for the rise in temperature excited her.
"Em, I really want to be alone with you," Kurt whispered in her ear.
"Me, too," she whispered back.
Silently Kurt took her hand and led her through the crowd to the deck. Then they walked down the redwood steps that led to the beach.
For a moment, Kurt just stared at Emma in the moonlight. Then he put his arms around her and kissed her softly. He kissed her again, harder this time, and she kissed him back until she felt breathless.
"God, Emma, I've missed this," Kurt breathed in her ear. "I've missed you. It seems like we never have enough time to be alone together."
"We're alone now," Emma whispered. She laced her fingers around his neck and kissed him again.
Kurt put his hands around Emma's waist and lifted her off the sand. His lips still on hers, he moved forward until Emma's back was pressed against one of the redwood pillars that supported the deck above. She
could feel every part of him, every muscle in his body. It was the most wonderful feeling in the worldЧdizzy, out of control.
"I love you, Emma," Kurt whispered into her hair. "I want you so much."
"Me, too," Emma admitted. At that moment, all her wise, mature ideas about waiting to make love until the time was right seemed ridiculous. All she cared about was being as close to Kurt as she possibly could.
"Let's go down by the dunes," Kurt said huskily, grabbing Emma's hand.
He wants us to go make love right now, Emma thought wildly, right out on the beach!
"But . . . but ..." she stammered.
"You dont have to worry," Kurt said, bending to kiss her again. "I brought condoms."
Emma moved away a bit. "Were you that sure I'd say yes?"
"I just hoped, that's all," Kurt said, reaching out to stroke Emma's hair.
Emma's emotions were in a complete jumble. She wanted to be with Kurt, but not like this, not on a beach where anyone might catch them. She had waited so long for this
moment that she wanted it to be special when it finally happened. On the other hand, here was the guy she loved with all her heart holding out his hand to her, and her whole body yearned for him.
"No, Kurt, not like this," Emma finally said. "I want ... I want us to be alone, in a bed, someplace beautiful."
Kurt's hand dropped to his side. "How are we going to arrange that?"
"You could do it," Emma coaxed.
"Oh, Em." Kurt sighed. "It can't be on the island, because if we rented a hotel room here, everyone would know inside of an hour. Besides, I can't afford the prices on this island. Do you really think the No-Tell Motel off the highway would be more romantic than the dunes?"
Emma reached up and smoothed Kurt's hair. "No, not someplace sleazy like that. Some place like the Sentry," she said softly.
"The Sentry?" Kurt repeated. The Sentry was a four-star hotel on the mainland, just a ferry ride away from Sunset Island. "Do you have any idea what one night at the Sentry costs? It's probably two hundred dollars!"
"I'll pay for it," Emma said easily.
"No, you won't," Kurt answered in a steely voice.
"But what difference does it make?" Emma asked, "as long as we're together?"
Kurt stared at Emma a moment and didnt answer. "Come on," he finally said, "let's take a walk. I need to cool off."
They both took off their shoes, and hand in hand they walked across the sand. The full moon cast a silvery light on their faces.
"Dont you think it bothers me not to be able to afford to take you someplace nice?" Kurt asked Emma in a low voice.
"Yes, I understand," Emma said, "but it doesn't matter to me. The money doesn't mean anything."
"We're not talking about you, we're talking about me!" Kurt shot back. Then he sighed again. "I love you, Emma, but you just don't get it. You cant understand how I feel."
"Yes, I can!" Emma protested.
"No, you can't," Kurt said. "Just getting my junky car repaired wrecked my budget, but I have to have a car. But that means I don't have enough money for my tuition this fall, and it doesn't look like I'm going to
be able to make it up, even if I work extra for what's left of the summer."
Emma stopped walking and turned to Kurt. "Why didn't you tell me? That's what you're really worried about!"
"What good would it do?" Kurt asked. "It's my problem."
"When people love each other, they share their problems!" Emma cried. "Besides, I can loan you the money for your tuition."
"Which is exactly why I didn't tell you," Kurt snapped. Then he seemed to realize how mean he sounded. "I'm sorry," he said, taking a deep breath. "I know you mean well, but I can't take your money."
Kurt studied the moon's reflection in the water. "You're used to living like a rich person," he said softly. "You can't imagine anything else. But I bet something as small as your earrings"Чhe touched the diamond studs in Emma's лarlobesЧ"could probably have paid my sister's community-college tuition, with money left over." He ran his hand through his hair. "It doesn't seem right, does it?"
"I guess it doesn't," Emma answered.
Kurt gazed at the expensive houses be-