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The Christmas Eve Bride. Lynne Graham
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isbn 9781408906118
Автор произведения Lynne Graham
Серия Mills & Boon Short Stories
Издательство HarperCollins
‘Dio…you were not bored in my bed,’ Rocco growled with raw self-assurance.
Rocco only had to say ‘bed’ in that dark, accented drawl and heat pulsated through Amber in an alarming wave of reaction and remembrance. Punishing him for her own weakness, she let a stinging smile curve her generous mouth. ‘And how would you know, Rocco? Haven’t you ever read the statistics on women faking it to keep tender male egos intact?’
The instant those provocative words escaped her, she was shaken by her own unusual venom. But she was even more taken aback by the level to which she had sunk in her instinctive need to deny even the physical hold he had once had on her. Ashamed of herself and furious with him for goading her to that point, she added, ‘Look, why don’t you just forget you ever saw me out here and we’ll call it quits?’
‘Faking it…’ His brilliant dark eyes flared to stormy gold, his Italian accent thick as honey on the vowel sounds of those two words. He had paled noticeably below his bronzed skin and it was that much more noticeable because dark colour now scored his hard masculine cheekbones. ‘Were you really?’
Connecting with his glittering look of challenge, Amber felt the primal charge in the atmosphere but she stood her ground, none too proud of her own words but ready to do anything sooner than retract them. He was sexual dynamite and he had to know it. But he need not look to any confirmation of that reality from her. ‘All I want to do right now is get on with my work—’
Without the smallest warning, Rocco reached for her arm to prevent her from turning away and flipped her back. ‘Was it work in my bed too?’ he demanded in a savage undertone. ‘Did you know right from the start what you were planning to do?’
Backed into the constraining circle of his arms, Amber stared up at him in sensual shock, astonished at the depth of his dark, brooding anger but involuntarily excited by it and by him. Mouth running dry, breath trapped in her throat, she could feel every taut, muscular angle of his big, powerful body against hers. She shivered, conscious of the freezing air on her bare arms but the wanton fire flaming in her pelvis, stroked to the heights by the potent proof of his arousal, recognisable even through the layers of their clothing. The wanting, the helpless, craving hunger that leapt through her in wild response took her by storm.
‘I wouldn’t touch you again if I was dying…’ As swiftly as he had reached for her, Rocco thrust her back from him in contemptuous rejection, strong-boned features hard as iron.
Her fair complexion hotly flushed, Amber turned away in an uncoordinated half-circle, heartbeat racing, legs thoroughly unsteady support. ‘Good, so go—’
‘I’m not finished with you yet.’ Leaving those cold words of threat hanging, Rocco strode off.
In a daze, she watched him walk away from her. He had magnificent carriage and extraordinary grace for a male of his size. He soon disappeared from view, screened by the bulky evergreen shrubs flourishing below the winter-bare trees that edged the lawn surrounding the house. Amber only then realised that she was trembling and frozen to the marrow, finally conscious of the chill wind piercing her thin T-shirt. She grabbed her sweater out of the tumbledown greenhouse where she had left it and fumbled into its comforting warmth with hands that were all fingers and thumbs.
What had Rocco meant by saying he wasn’t finished with her yet? She tried to concentrate but it was a challenge because she was so appalled by the way he had made her feel. Suppressing that uneasy awareness, she tensed in even greater dismay. Only minutes ago, he had told her that he intended to warn Harris Winton about the risk that she could be spying on him and his wife in the hope of selling some scandalous story to a newspaper.
Dear heaven, she could not afford to lose her job, for it might not pay well but it did include accommodation. Small and basic the cottage might be, but it was the sole reason that Amber had applied to work for the Wintons in the first place. Indeed, the mere thought of being catapulted back into her sister Opal’s far more spacious and comfortable home to listen to a chorus of deeply humiliating ‘I told you so’s’ filled Amber with even more horror than the prospect of grovelling to Rocco!
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