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. Her throat felt tight as the gentle warm breeze floated over her, bathing her with the sweet scent of roses and salty sea. She couldn t let this man go. Not ever. He knew how to make her melt with his kindness, his romance. He set the plates on the table and held her chair for her. When she sat, he leaned down and kissed her neck. I have a bottle of Dom Perignon and fresh strawberries for dessert, he murmured in a seductive purr. Mmm. I d say we should skip dinner, but I m too hungry. He chuckled, a sound she adored, as he lowered himself into his own chair across the small table from her. Dig in then, sweetheart. Because I plan to pamper you all night. Dig in she did, with gusto. They ate in companionable silence to the sound of the crashing waves and serenading crickets. The chicken was 58 Madison Layle & Anna Leigh Keaton superb, the pasta al dente, exactly as she liked it. Everything was just about perfect. She idly wondered where Garrett was, but he had a habit of going off on his own sometimes. She didn t mind. She figured that all of them would need space now and then. They were all around thirty years old and had lived alone for a very long time. This.closeness.was going to take some getting used to. Especially for the men. Done? She glanced up from her plate to see Blaine s anxious expression. She laughed. Yes. I m finished. He grinned like a little boy and got up to gather their plates. Stay right here. When he returned from inside, he carried a bowl of strawberries, a bottle of champagne and two tall flutes. He must have been planning this seduction all afternoon. When he motioned to her with his finger, she followed him to the far side of the patio where a thickly padded lounger sat illuminated by one small candle set into a tiny shelf in the wall. He set the dish of berries on the ground then poured the champagne. Have a seat, sweetheart, he said, his voice low and so damn seductive she felt herself grow wet with the expectation of what was to come. She lowered herself to the lounger, her legs off to one side and her back toward the house. He handed her a glass, then knelt in front of her on the ground. After dropping a strawberry in each flute, he held his up for a toast. To us. 59 Incognito: Winning Angela Chapter Six Angela forced a smile as their glasses touched, and she took a sip of the champagne. The look in his eyes made her worry that he still viewed them as a couple not a triad. Blaine took the crystal flutes, set them aside, and ran his soft hands up her calves. She didn t try to stop him as his fingers caught the hem of her sundress and skimmed over the curve of each knee. Her legs parted when he leaned forward to give her a gentle kiss, as if he sensed her need for succor. He was so tender with her she wanted to cry. His love for her showed in the myriad of gentle ways he touched her. And yet, would he never be able to give her the total combination she needed to truly thrive? She lifted her hips as his hands pushed her dress higher. He paused, giving her a curious look, when he discovered her lack of underwear. You forget something, sweetheart? he asked, his tone teasing, a tilt of humor to his lips. She traced his smooth jaw with a fingertip and met his sapphire gaze. Garrett doesn t like me to wear panties. His smile froze. A shadow darkened his eyes, but a blink later he restored his pleased expression. I like you in nothing at all. Holding her gaze, he slowly lifted her dress, running his hands over her sides and chest. She raised her arms and closed her eyes. A second later the garment sailed through the air to hang 60 Madison Layle & Anna Leigh Keaton over the other end of the lounger. Her bra soon followed, leaving her exactly as he liked. She reclined on her hands, her fingers digging into the opposite side of the cushion. Blaine brushed his knuckles over her face and left a tingling trail down her neck and torso. He pulled her hips forward to the edge, her inner thighs rubbing against his clothed body as his tongue dueled with hers. Her breathing grew unsteady when he stopped, his hands at the crease between thigh and hip, his thumbs drawing tiny circles across the sensitive flesh above her sex. Her nipples were hard, her heart raced, her pussy moist. He d yet to kiss anything but her mouth, but her body was already responding. Angela wanted to scream for him to hurry, had opened her mouth to order him to take her, when she sensed him tense. She peered at him, but he watched the doorway over her shoulder. Garrett. He hadn t made a sound, but she knew he was there. Blaine s gaze slid from Garrett to her. For a long, suspended moment, he knelt before her, studying her face [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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. Her throat felt tight as the gentle warm breeze floated over her, bathing her with the sweet scent of roses and salty sea. She couldn t let this man go. Not ever. He knew how to make her melt with his kindness, his romance. He set the plates on the table and held her chair for her. When she sat, he leaned down and kissed her neck. I have a bottle of Dom Perignon and fresh strawberries for dessert, he murmured in a seductive purr. Mmm. I d say we should skip dinner, but I m too hungry. He chuckled, a sound she adored, as he lowered himself into his own chair across the small table from her. Dig in then, sweetheart. Because I plan to pamper you all night. Dig in she did, with gusto. They ate in companionable silence to the sound of the crashing waves and serenading crickets. The chicken was 58 Madison Layle & Anna Leigh Keaton superb, the pasta al dente, exactly as she liked it. Everything was just about perfect. She idly wondered where Garrett was, but he had a habit of going off on his own sometimes. She didn t mind. She figured that all of them would need space now and then. They were all around thirty years old and had lived alone for a very long time. This.closeness.was going to take some getting used to. Especially for the men. Done? She glanced up from her plate to see Blaine s anxious expression. She laughed. Yes. I m finished. He grinned like a little boy and got up to gather their plates. Stay right here. When he returned from inside, he carried a bowl of strawberries, a bottle of champagne and two tall flutes. He must have been planning this seduction all afternoon. When he motioned to her with his finger, she followed him to the far side of the patio where a thickly padded lounger sat illuminated by one small candle set into a tiny shelf in the wall. He set the dish of berries on the ground then poured the champagne. Have a seat, sweetheart, he said, his voice low and so damn seductive she felt herself grow wet with the expectation of what was to come. She lowered herself to the lounger, her legs off to one side and her back toward the house. He handed her a glass, then knelt in front of her on the ground. After dropping a strawberry in each flute, he held his up for a toast. To us. 59 Incognito: Winning Angela Chapter Six Angela forced a smile as their glasses touched, and she took a sip of the champagne. The look in his eyes made her worry that he still viewed them as a couple not a triad. Blaine took the crystal flutes, set them aside, and ran his soft hands up her calves. She didn t try to stop him as his fingers caught the hem of her sundress and skimmed over the curve of each knee. Her legs parted when he leaned forward to give her a gentle kiss, as if he sensed her need for succor. He was so tender with her she wanted to cry. His love for her showed in the myriad of gentle ways he touched her. And yet, would he never be able to give her the total combination she needed to truly thrive? She lifted her hips as his hands pushed her dress higher. He paused, giving her a curious look, when he discovered her lack of underwear. You forget something, sweetheart? he asked, his tone teasing, a tilt of humor to his lips. She traced his smooth jaw with a fingertip and met his sapphire gaze. Garrett doesn t like me to wear panties. His smile froze. A shadow darkened his eyes, but a blink later he restored his pleased expression. I like you in nothing at all. Holding her gaze, he slowly lifted her dress, running his hands over her sides and chest. She raised her arms and closed her eyes. A second later the garment sailed through the air to hang 60 Madison Layle & Anna Leigh Keaton over the other end of the lounger. Her bra soon followed, leaving her exactly as he liked. She reclined on her hands, her fingers digging into the opposite side of the cushion. Blaine brushed his knuckles over her face and left a tingling trail down her neck and torso. He pulled her hips forward to the edge, her inner thighs rubbing against his clothed body as his tongue dueled with hers. Her breathing grew unsteady when he stopped, his hands at the crease between thigh and hip, his thumbs drawing tiny circles across the sensitive flesh above her sex. Her nipples were hard, her heart raced, her pussy moist. He d yet to kiss anything but her mouth, but her body was already responding. Angela wanted to scream for him to hurry, had opened her mouth to order him to take her, when she sensed him tense. She peered at him, but he watched the doorway over her shoulder. Garrett. He hadn t made a sound, but she knew he was there. Blaine s gaze slid from Garrett to her. For a long, suspended moment, he knelt before her, studying her face [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]