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.”“It’s fine.Go back to bed.”“Your hand is bleeding.”He wheeled around, the anger rising again.“For fuck’s sake leave me alone! I’ve had as much of you tonight as I can take.”She didn’t flinch from his anger.“I thought you wanted more,” she said.She crossed the few feet of the deck, put her cool hand on the side of his neck, and kissed him, a soft, lingering kiss.And then she turned and walked away.Beth could barely breathe.She had sat in her cabin, telling herself she’d done the right thing, she was glad he’d left, she didn’t want or need what little he could give her.She didn’t need anything.She would make it even.She would give him the money, all the money.She could go out and buy some silly bra and panties and send them to him, gift-wrapped, and he’d laugh and think of her with less anger.She could do it.She could hide.She was afraid of him, afraid of his big, strong body, afraid of his hands on her, afraid of losing herself so completely she’d never come back.She’d learned early on that the world took away the things, the people that she cared about.She was terrified to risk it again.But what was the risk? He would go anyway.He wasn’t offering her a relationship, he told her.Just the best sex of her life.Wasn’t it past time she experienced it?She knew he hadn’t gone back to his cabin, but the dining hall was empty.Which left the deck.She’d climbed up, into the cool night air, and seen him smash his fist into the iron bulk-head, and she almost turned and ran from the ever-present violence that was a part of him.But he’d seen her, and his expression had been unpromising.I can do this, she told herself, hoping he wouldn’t see how nervous she was.“I thought you wanted more,” she said.And she put her mouth against his, a soft, trembling kiss, feeling the hard line of his lips, before walking away.He caught up with her outside her doorway, when she almost gave up.He said nothing, simply pulled her into his arms, against his strong, hard body, and his hand slid beneath her hair, tilting her face up to his.“No more running away?” His voice was rough.His eyes glittered down into hers, and if she wanted tenderness it wasn’t there.Simply a dark, naked heat sparking between them.“No more running away,” she said.His kiss was far different from hers.He used his tongue, kissing her hard, and she felt her initial panic begin, and then fade.He wouldn’t hurt her, she understood that instinctively.She let herself relax into his kiss, and it softened, so that he was exploring her mouth, with slow, sensuous need, and her own need flared.He reached behind her and opened the door to her cabin, and then he broke his possessive kiss to lift her in his arms, carrying her into the cabin and kicking the door shut behind him.He set her down on the bunk.She’d turned off the light when she’d left to follow him, an ingrained habit, and he didn’t bother to switch it on.The small cabin was lit by moonlight and the reflection of the ship’s lights, and it was a place of shifting shadows.She liked the shadows.She wanted to hide from him, pretend she was somewhere else, pretend…“Don’t do that,” he said, pushing the cotton shirt off her shoulders.“Do what?” She shivered at the touch of his hard hands against her skin.She was hot, she was cold, and he tugged at the hem of her tank top.“You said you wouldn’t run away.That means you look at me, acknowledge me, not pretend you’re in some fairy tale.I’m no magic prince who’s going to wake you with a goddamned kiss.”She didn’t even want to consider how he knew what she was thinking.He knew her too well, only one of the many scary things about him.He stripped the shirt over her head, and she was wearing nothing but the baggy jeans.She instinctively tried to cover her breasts, but he caught her wrists and held them down on the bed, leaning over her.Her voice caught.“Then who are you?”He was looking into her eyes, not at her breasts, and his gaze was intent.His mouth, the mouth she wanted, curved in a slight smile.“Your worst nightmare?”She shook her head.“Let go of my hands.”He did, and she lifted them, cradling his face, pushing his long, multi-colored hair away from the planes and angles of him.“Fate,” she said.“You can’t run away from fate.”“Are you trying to scare me off, Sister Beth? This is a blip on the horizon, not a relationship.”“You already said that.Several times, in fact.Who are you trying to convince?”He laughed softly, and the sound curled in her belly, warming her.“You’re evil, Sister Beth.I like that in a woman.” He put his hands on her shoulders, big, strong, rough hands on her, his thumbs beginning to knead the tension, the fear, out of her.They moved down her arms, slowly, so that she could stop him, and then he pushed her back on the bunk, and she felt the mattress against her back, the cool sheets, the soft pillow beneath her head.He let his slow, carnal gaze slide down to her breasts then, and he breathed in a ragged sigh [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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