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fish?"
"That's enough. I don't want "
"It's easier for you that way, isn't it? You won't ever have to worry about
your men being carried away by their sexual urges .. . because not one of
them would know good, honest lust if it hit them in the face."
Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly, her teeth and hands clenched as
she tried to regain her equilibrium. "I don't understand you. If I had come
home, makeup gone, hair falling down, and a few pieces of underwear
missing, that would somehow have made me a better person?"
She shoved the hair from her forehead in an angry gesture, her stance
belligerent. "You say the men I date don't know about lust well, there are
obviously a few things you wouldn't recognize even if they hit you in the
face. Things like personal integrity, fastidiousness, and good old-fashioned
morals!" Kate was almost screaming now, equilibrium be damned. "How
dare you try to make me feel inadequate just because "
She broke off when she realized the man before her was laughing. He was
laughing. At her. At her anger. At her righteous indignation.
As though he had stated it outright, she knew this had been his goal all
along. He had deliberately set out to goad her into losing her cool. And she
had fallen into his trap, as easy as you please and without looking back.
Damn his eyes.
Just at that moment Kate heard Ben and Veda come in the front door and
made a conscious effort to gain control of her own emotions. Drawing in a
deep breath, she willed her hands to stop shaking and forced her anger
underground.
Before she left the room, she glanced at him one last time. "You think you're
clever, don't you?"
"I get by," he said, his whiskey eyes still gleaming with amusement. "Yes,
ma'am, I get by." ----------------------------------- :
SIX
The dream began the same way it always did.
Kate was lying alone in bed, listening to the sounds an old house makes at
night, when the door opened. In a slender stream of light from the hall she
saw a dark shape, and a moment later David walked into the bedroom.
She turned her head to watch as he crossed the room and sat next to her on
the side of the bed.
"I decided not to go," he told her. "If the great minds of the world want to
talk to me, they can just come here to Dallas." There was a cocky gleam in
his eyes as he slid down beside her and pulled her into his arms. "I'm not
going to leave you and Ben, not even for a week."
"Oh David, I'm so glad." She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, her
heart leaping ^ with joy. "I was trying to he strong. I really was. But I don't
like being without you. I get so lonely."
"You don't have to be without me," he murmured against her lips. "Not ever
again, Kathy."
"David " She pulled her head back slightly, worry creasing her brow.
"David, there was something I needed to tell you. Why can't I remember
what it was? I'm sure it was important because it scared me so."
"Hush, baby. It's couldn't be that important. Nothing matters except that
we're together now. Forever, remember?"
"Yes .. . yes, forever."
Holding her tighter, he moved to fit his body to hers. In the way of dreams,
their clothes magically disappeared and she could feel his warmth easing its
way into her flesh, comforting her, soothing away her fears.
It felt so good. This was how it always was with David. Their entwined
bodies made a place that was safe and secure, separate from the worries and
fears of the world.
When his hands began to explore her naked body, a long sweet sigh escaped
her, and she moved shyly into his touch, telling him without words how
much she loved him, how much she needed to have him here beside her
always.
And that was when the dream changed. The texture of the night fantasy was
suddenly different. Unfamiliar.
There was an urgent excitement in the air as, with teasing, kneading hands,
he began to do things he had never done before. This was no gentle easing
into passion. He made no attempt to hide the rough, raw desire in his touch.
Each move was bold and demanding.
She found herself shaken by sensations that were new and disturbingly
intense. She couldn't catch her breath. Sighs became moans. Warmth turned
into heat.
Arching her upper body, she pressed her bare breasts into the fevered touch,
reveling in the pleasure aroused by the manipulating fingers. She was being [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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fish?"
"That's enough. I don't want "
"It's easier for you that way, isn't it? You won't ever have to worry about
your men being carried away by their sexual urges .. . because not one of
them would know good, honest lust if it hit them in the face."
Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly, her teeth and hands clenched as
she tried to regain her equilibrium. "I don't understand you. If I had come
home, makeup gone, hair falling down, and a few pieces of underwear
missing, that would somehow have made me a better person?"
She shoved the hair from her forehead in an angry gesture, her stance
belligerent. "You say the men I date don't know about lust well, there are
obviously a few things you wouldn't recognize even if they hit you in the
face. Things like personal integrity, fastidiousness, and good old-fashioned
morals!" Kate was almost screaming now, equilibrium be damned. "How
dare you try to make me feel inadequate just because "
She broke off when she realized the man before her was laughing. He was
laughing. At her. At her anger. At her righteous indignation.
As though he had stated it outright, she knew this had been his goal all
along. He had deliberately set out to goad her into losing her cool. And she
had fallen into his trap, as easy as you please and without looking back.
Damn his eyes.
Just at that moment Kate heard Ben and Veda come in the front door and
made a conscious effort to gain control of her own emotions. Drawing in a
deep breath, she willed her hands to stop shaking and forced her anger
underground.
Before she left the room, she glanced at him one last time. "You think you're
clever, don't you?"
"I get by," he said, his whiskey eyes still gleaming with amusement. "Yes,
ma'am, I get by." ----------------------------------- :
SIX
The dream began the same way it always did.
Kate was lying alone in bed, listening to the sounds an old house makes at
night, when the door opened. In a slender stream of light from the hall she
saw a dark shape, and a moment later David walked into the bedroom.
She turned her head to watch as he crossed the room and sat next to her on
the side of the bed.
"I decided not to go," he told her. "If the great minds of the world want to
talk to me, they can just come here to Dallas." There was a cocky gleam in
his eyes as he slid down beside her and pulled her into his arms. "I'm not
going to leave you and Ben, not even for a week."
"Oh David, I'm so glad." She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, her
heart leaping ^ with joy. "I was trying to he strong. I really was. But I don't
like being without you. I get so lonely."
"You don't have to be without me," he murmured against her lips. "Not ever
again, Kathy."
"David " She pulled her head back slightly, worry creasing her brow.
"David, there was something I needed to tell you. Why can't I remember
what it was? I'm sure it was important because it scared me so."
"Hush, baby. It's couldn't be that important. Nothing matters except that
we're together now. Forever, remember?"
"Yes .. . yes, forever."
Holding her tighter, he moved to fit his body to hers. In the way of dreams,
their clothes magically disappeared and she could feel his warmth easing its
way into her flesh, comforting her, soothing away her fears.
It felt so good. This was how it always was with David. Their entwined
bodies made a place that was safe and secure, separate from the worries and
fears of the world.
When his hands began to explore her naked body, a long sweet sigh escaped
her, and she moved shyly into his touch, telling him without words how
much she loved him, how much she needed to have him here beside her
always.
And that was when the dream changed. The texture of the night fantasy was
suddenly different. Unfamiliar.
There was an urgent excitement in the air as, with teasing, kneading hands,
he began to do things he had never done before. This was no gentle easing
into passion. He made no attempt to hide the rough, raw desire in his touch.
Each move was bold and demanding.
She found herself shaken by sensations that were new and disturbingly
intense. She couldn't catch her breath. Sighs became moans. Warmth turned
into heat.
Arching her upper body, she pressed her bare breasts into the fevered touch,
reveling in the pleasure aroused by the manipulating fingers. She was being [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]