"Kenyon, Sherrilyn - Dark-Hunter 05 - Night Embrace" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kenyon Sherrilyn)

The man was a god!
She ached to draw those perfect proportions and immortalize them. A body this fine definitely needed preserving. She pulled the jacket off and carefully laid it on the bed.
Turning on the lamp that rested on her scarf-covered nightstand, she took a good look at him and was floored by what she saw.
Ca-ram-ba!
He was even more gorgeous than the people who had attacked her. His wavy blond hair curled becomingly around the nape of his neck, and two long, thin braids hung down to his bare chest. His eyes were closed, but his dark eyelashes were sinfully long. His face was perfectly sculpted with high, arching brows and he had a very dignified, yet untamed look to him.
Again, she had a strange sense of deja vu as her mind flashed on an image of him awake and poised above her. Of him smiling down at her while he slid himself slowly in and out of her body ...
Sunshine licked her lips at the thought as she throbbed in painful need.
It had been a long time since she had been this attracted

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to a stranger. But something about this man really made her ache for a taste of him.
Girl, you have been too long without a man.
Unfortunately, she really had.
Sunshine frowned as she moved closer and got a better look at the tore he wore around his neck. Thick and gold, it had Celtic dragon heads facing each other.
What was so odd was that she'd sketched that very same design years ago in art school and had even tried to cast it into a tore for herself, but the piece had ended up a big mess. It took a lot of metalworking talent to make something that intricate.
Even more impressive was the tribal body tattoo that covered the entire left side of his torso, including his left arm. It was a glorious maze of Celtic artwork that reminded her of the Book of Kells. And unless she missed her guess, it was designed as a tribute to the Celtic war goddess, the Morriga'n.
Without thought, she ran her hand over his tattoo, tracing the intricate design.
His right arm had a matching three-inch band of scrollwork around the biceps.
Incredible. Whoever had drawn his tattoos certainly knew their Celtic history.
And as her finger brushed against his nipple, she was jarred from her artist's appreciation of the design.
The woman in her snapped to the forefront as her gaze darted over his lean muscular ribs and abs so tight and well formed they should be part of a body-builder show.
Oh yeah, this was one fine-looking man.
Even though there was a lot of blood on his pants, there didn't appear to be any injury to have caused it. Come to think of it, there weren't even many bruises. Not even where the Bacchus truck had slammed into him.
How weird was that?
Her throat dry, Sunshine reached for his fly.
Part of her couldn't wait to see what was underneath those black pants.

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Boxers or briefs?
If he was this studly fine so far, it could only get better...
Sunshine!
It was just an artist's appreciation for his body, she told herself.
Yeah, right.
Ignoring that thought, she unzipped his pants and discovered that he wore nothing underneath them.
Commando!
Her face flamed at the sight of his extremely endowed maleness nestled against dark blond curls.
Oh come on, Sunshine, it's not the first time you've seen a guy naked. Jeez! Six years of art school, you saw naked men galore. And you 've had plenty of them to date, not to mention that Jerry the ex-ogre wasn 't exactly small.
Yeah, but none of them had looked this good.
Biting her lip, she pulled his heavy, black Harley boots off, then slid his pants down his long, muscular legs. She hissed as her hands came in contact with his skin, which was liberally laced with short blond hairs.
Oh yeah, he was definitely hot and fine.
As she folded the pants, she paused and ran her hand over the fabric. They were made of the softest material she'd ever touched. Almost like chamois, only different. It was a strange texture. They couldn't possibly be real leather. They were so thin and-
Her thoughts stopped as she caught sight of him on her bed.
Oh yeah, baby. Now that was every woman's fantasy. A gorgeous naked guy at her mercy.
He lay across the pink comforter with one tanned arm draped over his stomach and his legs slightly apart, as if waiting for her to join him there and run her hands up and down that lean, hard body.
He was a luscious one to stare at.
She sucked her breath between her teeth as she ached to climb up that strong, magnificent body and lay herself over

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him like a blanket. To feel his large, strong hands on her skin as she took him into her body and made wild monkey love to him tor the rest of the night.
Umm-hmmm!