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.You’ll see.”“I sincerely hope so.”They found a jewelry store that was not only open on Sunday, it also had a really nice selection of engagement diamonds.As Connor expected she might, Tori tried to choose something inexpensive and plain.He wouldn’t let her.“Don’t forget my rep as a rich corporate shark—I say that one.” The ring he indicated had a giant princess-cut stone surrounded by lots of tiny pavé diamonds.More pavé diamonds, channel-cut, glittered in the platinum band.Tori’s eyes lit up.“Oh, that’s much too extravagant.”Connor sent the jeweler a wry smile.“She wants to try it on.”“Yes, of course.” The jeweler beamed back at him, dollar signs shining in his eyes.“Connor.No.Really.”“Now, now.” The jeweler clucked his tongue.“You must at least try it on.” He winked at Connor as he took her hand and slid the gorgeous rock onto her finger.“Ah.Yes.It’s beautiful on you.Just exquisite.”“She loves it,” Connor said.“We’ll take it.”“Oh, Connor—”He didn’t even let her get started.“No more discussion.It’s settled.” He passed the jeweler his credit card.Tori looked down at the ring—and then up at him again.“I knew you would do this.You are much too extravagant.You realize that, don’t you?”He framed her face.“Not extravagant in the least.My perfect bride deserves the perfect ring.”And then he kissed her.She smiled against his lips and for a moment or two, he almost found himself believing that they really were a couple in love, that the ring on her finger meant the start of a lifetime—their lifetime, together.But it didn’t, of course.And he needed to remember that.Tori tried not to spend the whole drive home admiring the ring.She tried to remember that the ring might be real, but the engagement wasn’t.That the gorgeous diamond he’d just put on her finger was only for show and she would be returning it at the end of August.That she must keep her head, above all.Not get too attached.To the ring.Or to him.At her house, he shut and locked the front door behind them.And then he took her in his strong arms, claiming her mouth in a kiss that lasted forever and made her doubts fly away.He peeled off her clothes and his own, leaving a trail of shirts and shoes and jeans and underwear as he waltzed her backward to her bedroom door.By the side of bed, he clasped her bare shoulders and guided her down so she sat on the edge.Holding her gaze, he sank to his knees.With tender hands, so gentle and slow, he eased her thighs apart.And he kissed her, deeply, there at the heart of her womanhood, a long, wet, lovely kiss, a kiss that was so intimate, it was almost beyond bearing.But, oh, she did bear it.She reveled in it.She clutched his dark head, her fingers buried in the silky strands of his hair.And she offered herself, shamelessly, completely, without holding back.When her climax rushed over her, he went on kissing her, drawing the last drop of pleasure from the sweet, endless pulsing, making the fulfillment go on and on.And then, after that, when he rose up above her and came down across the white sheets with her, she lay dazed and limp beneath his expert caresses, only wanting more of him.Wanting everything.All he would give her.All the pleasure, all the excitement, all the pure joy they would share in this too-brief summer allotted to them.He kissed her breasts, her belly.And then slowly, his soft lips trailed back up again, along the center of her body.He kissed her throat, scraped his teeth along the curve of her chin.And then, at last, he claimed her mouth.She tasted her own desire on his lips, musky and hot.Consumed by his burning kiss, she was vaguely aware that he reached out and pulled open the drawer in the nightstand.He lifted his mouth from hers.She groaned and tried to pull him back.He whispered, “Wait…”Wait?She did not want to wait.With another groan—one of protest, this time, she opened her eyes.And understood.With amazing, swift dexterity, he had a condom out and ready.He rolled it down over himself.“Now?” she whispered on a pleading note.He granted her a slow smile.“Now.”“Come here, then.Hurry.” She moaned again, reaching for him, tugging at his hard shoulders, urging him to come to her.And he did, he covered her, all corded muscle and burning heat.She reached down between them, encircling him, loving the way he groaned against her lips when she touched him, when she guided him into her, lifting her body up, offering him everything.He took what she gave, took her.And she was ready, so wet and eager.Primed to accept him.He slid in as though he were made for her, made to be with her.When he moved, she went with him, taking the cues his body gave her, answering back in kind.Wrapping her legs around his lean hips, holding on so tight, she felt for a moment that they were one body, so fully joined there was no separating them.She cried out when she reached the finish, her body pulsing around him.And he joined her.They rode the wave of completion together [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.You’ll see.”“I sincerely hope so.”They found a jewelry store that was not only open on Sunday, it also had a really nice selection of engagement diamonds.As Connor expected she might, Tori tried to choose something inexpensive and plain.He wouldn’t let her.“Don’t forget my rep as a rich corporate shark—I say that one.” The ring he indicated had a giant princess-cut stone surrounded by lots of tiny pavé diamonds.More pavé diamonds, channel-cut, glittered in the platinum band.Tori’s eyes lit up.“Oh, that’s much too extravagant.”Connor sent the jeweler a wry smile.“She wants to try it on.”“Yes, of course.” The jeweler beamed back at him, dollar signs shining in his eyes.“Connor.No.Really.”“Now, now.” The jeweler clucked his tongue.“You must at least try it on.” He winked at Connor as he took her hand and slid the gorgeous rock onto her finger.“Ah.Yes.It’s beautiful on you.Just exquisite.”“She loves it,” Connor said.“We’ll take it.”“Oh, Connor—”He didn’t even let her get started.“No more discussion.It’s settled.” He passed the jeweler his credit card.Tori looked down at the ring—and then up at him again.“I knew you would do this.You are much too extravagant.You realize that, don’t you?”He framed her face.“Not extravagant in the least.My perfect bride deserves the perfect ring.”And then he kissed her.She smiled against his lips and for a moment or two, he almost found himself believing that they really were a couple in love, that the ring on her finger meant the start of a lifetime—their lifetime, together.But it didn’t, of course.And he needed to remember that.Tori tried not to spend the whole drive home admiring the ring.She tried to remember that the ring might be real, but the engagement wasn’t.That the gorgeous diamond he’d just put on her finger was only for show and she would be returning it at the end of August.That she must keep her head, above all.Not get too attached.To the ring.Or to him.At her house, he shut and locked the front door behind them.And then he took her in his strong arms, claiming her mouth in a kiss that lasted forever and made her doubts fly away.He peeled off her clothes and his own, leaving a trail of shirts and shoes and jeans and underwear as he waltzed her backward to her bedroom door.By the side of bed, he clasped her bare shoulders and guided her down so she sat on the edge.Holding her gaze, he sank to his knees.With tender hands, so gentle and slow, he eased her thighs apart.And he kissed her, deeply, there at the heart of her womanhood, a long, wet, lovely kiss, a kiss that was so intimate, it was almost beyond bearing.But, oh, she did bear it.She reveled in it.She clutched his dark head, her fingers buried in the silky strands of his hair.And she offered herself, shamelessly, completely, without holding back.When her climax rushed over her, he went on kissing her, drawing the last drop of pleasure from the sweet, endless pulsing, making the fulfillment go on and on.And then, after that, when he rose up above her and came down across the white sheets with her, she lay dazed and limp beneath his expert caresses, only wanting more of him.Wanting everything.All he would give her.All the pleasure, all the excitement, all the pure joy they would share in this too-brief summer allotted to them.He kissed her breasts, her belly.And then slowly, his soft lips trailed back up again, along the center of her body.He kissed her throat, scraped his teeth along the curve of her chin.And then, at last, he claimed her mouth.She tasted her own desire on his lips, musky and hot.Consumed by his burning kiss, she was vaguely aware that he reached out and pulled open the drawer in the nightstand.He lifted his mouth from hers.She groaned and tried to pull him back.He whispered, “Wait…”Wait?She did not want to wait.With another groan—one of protest, this time, she opened her eyes.And understood.With amazing, swift dexterity, he had a condom out and ready.He rolled it down over himself.“Now?” she whispered on a pleading note.He granted her a slow smile.“Now.”“Come here, then.Hurry.” She moaned again, reaching for him, tugging at his hard shoulders, urging him to come to her.And he did, he covered her, all corded muscle and burning heat.She reached down between them, encircling him, loving the way he groaned against her lips when she touched him, when she guided him into her, lifting her body up, offering him everything.He took what she gave, took her.And she was ready, so wet and eager.Primed to accept him.He slid in as though he were made for her, made to be with her.When he moved, she went with him, taking the cues his body gave her, answering back in kind.Wrapping her legs around his lean hips, holding on so tight, she felt for a moment that they were one body, so fully joined there was no separating them.She cried out when she reached the finish, her body pulsing around him.And he joined her.They rode the wave of completion together [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]