"Joy, Carolee - Wild Angel" - читать интересную книгу автора (Joy Carolee)

His eyes twinkled. "Everything."

"Everything," she repeated, hoping she'd misunderstood, knowing she hadn't.

"Right down to your skin."

She could do this. She had to. "Why don't you get us a cold drink?"

He took a long draught from the champagne bottle he'd carried from the bar and extended it towards her. "A man shouldn't have to drink alone when he's got a beautiful woman with him."

Ellie shook her head. "Ice-water is fine. And while you're doing that, I'll get, uh, comfortable. The ice machine is probably just down the hall." And if she couldn't make herself submit to him in the next few minutes, she could dart out the door and into the night and never see him again.

He shook his head and looked a little less amused. "Ice bucket is full. Glasses are on the bathroom counter. And I like to watch."

He would. Sighing, Ellie took the bottle from him, swallowed a mouthful of fizz and handed the bottle back before she rose and slid her dress down her hips. "You never told me what you're celebrating." She stepped out of the borrowed designer creation and draped it carefully over the chair next to the bed.

The anger in his eyes practically knocked her over. "The death of a dynasty. Turn around." His voice was husky and edged with an emotion she couldn't identify. "Slowly."

Self-conscious of the image she presented in her black lace bra, garters and black stockings, she turned her back to him.

Warnings screeched along her nerves a split second before his huge hands cupped her shoulders and pulled her alongside the bed. His hot mouth devoured the back of her neck. Ellie shuddered and closed her eyes even as a thousand thrills chased down her spine.

Distance. She needed to detach herself mentally from the scene before the really horrible stuff started.

She couldn't.

One iron-banded arm wrapped around her waist while his other hand snapped open the front catch on her bra, then cupped the full breasts that spilled from it. His fingers plied the sensitive nipples and sent a shard of desire deep into her womb.

NO!

She couldn't let herself feel anything but knew of no way to stop. Even worse, she didn't want to let go of the taut anticipation stirring inside.

He pressed against her buttocks, the hard length of him burning through cotton and satin. He rotated his hips against her. "All of it off, darlin'." His breath blew warm and moist against her ear.

He relaxed his hold and slid the bra straps down her shoulders, then tossed the scrap of lace onto the floor. "Your stockings."

Ellie turned to face him. "Then take your hat off."

Eyes narrowed, he looked down at her. A flicker of fear fluttered inside, her voice quavered, but she refused to budge. "You want the rest off, the hat goes too."

An instant later, the black Stetson sailed across the room and landed on a worn, plaid couch. Thick hair had hidden beneath the hat. He settled back against the pillows, stacking his hands behind his head. "Your turn."

Trying to keep her morbidly fascinated gaze off the bulge in his briefs, she unfastened the garters and slowly rolled the silky stockings down and off. She laid them over the dress.

He motioned to her black panties and garter belt. "Last but not least."

Swallowing the remainder of her pride, Ellie stepped out of the scraps of satin and set them with the rest of her clothes.

He patted the space beside him. Ellie reluctantly perched on the edge of the bed. His hands stroked down her arm, gently smoothed over her breasts. "You're sure you've done this before?"