"Laura Resnick - Fever Dream" - читать интересную книгу автора (Resnick Laura)

тАЬNot now.тАЭ She slid her palms against his chest, feeling his breathing quicken. тАЬLater.тАЭ

He swallowed and pulled her closer, so that their thighs and bellies pressed together. тАЬYou'll tell me
later?тАЭ

тАЬYes,тАЭ she lied. If he insisted in the morning, she'd make up some name. However much she wanted him,
he must never know who she was. She could never live down something like this if he turned out to be
the kind of man who bragged about his conquests.

His hands moved down her arms, kneading her bare flesh, burning her skin with their possessive touch,
then slid around her waist. His eyes grew heavy-lidded and sleepy as he lowered his head. She braced
herself for his kiss, knowing that there was no question of turning back now. She only hoped she could
control her nervousness, which was threatening to take over her whole body. It was an effort to keep her
hands from shaking as she ran them over his shoulders and into the thick, soft hair at his nape.

Their mouths met, and this time he kissed her without restraint. His lips were hot and moist, and he
rubbed them against hers with such intensity that her mind reeled and she sagged against him. He
supported her weight in his arms, arching her backward as he braced her against his body. The room
spun around her, and she found herself clinging bonelessly to him, surrendering her strength to him. She
felt his mouth on her cheeks, her chin, her eyelids, her forehead. Gentle, inquisitive, and tickling at first,
then bold, wet, and seductive. She heard a harsh, rasping sound and recognized it as her own breathing.
His breath gusted against her skin. She didn't know if she was excited or afraid or both.

He nuzzled her neck and buried his face in her hair, inhaling its scent. тАЬGod, you smell good,тАЭ he said
hoarsely.

His touch was elemental. His inherent sensual power shocked her. She had never before felt her
self-control disintegrate so thoroughly after just a few kisses. This man didn't just kiss, he devoured. He
didn't just embrace, he conquered. She struggled against her senses, afraid of the wild rush of desire that
coursed through her veins. Her nerves practically vibrated as she struggled against the total abandon her
body was demanding.

This quivering, mindless, disorientation wasn't what she had expected. This sizzling awareness of his
scent, his heat, his tension, was outside of her experience. This overpowering surge of adrenaline
panicked her. Feeling like a terrified virgin, she whimpered, horrified to hear herself do so. She never lost
control of herself. What was happening to her?

The sound seemed to please him. He murmured against her neck. She had only a moment to contemplate
pulling away, running from the room, and escaping this folly. Then his mouth was on hers again, and she
felt the intimate, satiny intrusion of his tongue at the same moment that his hands slid over her bottom and
pulled her hips against his. The hard bulge he ground against the cleft of her thighs made her cry out, but
the sound was trapped in her throat. So was the sound he made, while their tongues twined and dueled
and his hips moved aggressively against hers. She felt a hot, painful rush of lust flow through her body and
pool in her loins, as if he'd opened a floodgate inside her.

Suddenly her nerves dissolved into a seething mass of needs, and all the expectations based on previous
experience vanished and fled. Instinct and passion took over, and all she thought or knew or cared about
was the man who was satisfying those needs, even as he created others within her, new and voracious
ones she'd never known or imagined. She answered the insistent pressure of his hips and made room for