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Автор: Teresa Southwick
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: Mills & Boon Cherish
Жанр произведения: Контркультура
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isbn: 9781472005304
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lost her balance. Strong arms caught her and set her on her feet. With his hands on her waist and hers on his chest, they were facing each other and she saw the exact moment when the humor in his eyes turned to hunger.

      There was only a split second of hesitation before his lips lowered to hers. After a nanosecond of shock, she gave in to the amazing turn-on of feeling his mouth devour hers, the fantastic sensation of his body pressed against her. She couldn’t get enough. He teased and taunted her with his tongue and tasted like beer and red velvet cake.

      Backing her against the wall, Alex barely grazed his hips to hers and set off a firestorm of desire that swept through her. He dragged off his suit coat, then loosened his tie and yanked it over his head without untying it. Ellie tugged the dress shirt from the waistband of his pants, but before she could do another thing he turned her and unzipped her dress. She let it slide to her ankles. They were on his boat and she wasn’t sure if she was light-headed from his drugging kisses or dizzy from the slight rocking.

      She wasn’t wearing a bra, and when Alex reached around and took her bare breasts in his hands, she could have been on a rocket ship to the moon. The way she felt right this minute left no doubt that she was participating in probably the best foreplay of her life.

      Ellie turned and threaded her fingers in his hair when he took the peak of her breast in his mouth. She held him where he was, to keep him doing what he was doing. But when he stopped, she braced her hands on his hips and pulled him to her. “Alex, I want you—”

      His gaze burned into hers. “I know how you feel—”

      “Now. Please.”

      “Not here. The bedroom—”

      “It’s too far.”

      Grinning, he said, “That’s where you’re wrong.”

      He moved her a step to the side and into a room—cabin—that felt like wall-to-wall bed. He yanked down the coverlet then scooped her into his arms and settled her in the center of the firm mattress. Ellie kicked off her high-heeled shoes and slid out of her panties while he removed the rest of his clothes, pulled a square packet from his wallet then joined her on the bed.

      She saw him tear open the condom and cover himself then could barely catch her breath as he nudged her legs apart and covered her body with his. Gently he entered her, and just like dancing, this didn’t feel like the first time. She accepted him easily and found his rhythm. He moved inside her, building tension until she could hardly bear it. When he reached between their bodies and caressed the bundle of nerve endings at the juncture of her thighs, the instantaneous explosion of sensation stopped her world. Her breath came in ragged gasps.

      Alex held her and whispered words she couldn’t comprehend in her pleasure-drenched state. When she could think again, she wrapped her legs around his hips and urged him to his own release, using her body to tell him what she wanted to give. In a matter of seconds, he groaned and went still, holding her tightly as he found his own release.

      Ellie had no idea how long they stayed wrapped in each other’s arms before he rolled away and disappeared. A minute later he returned to the bed and pulled her against him.

      With her head on his shoulder she said sleepily, “Y’all are pretty...awesome.”

      “Back at you, El.” The words dripped with weariness and it felt as if he wasn’t giving her a nickname as much as too tired to say her whole name.

      She knew how he felt. She was too tired to keep her eyes open, so she didn’t. Before falling asleep, her last thought was that she really should go to her own place.

      * * *

      Alex opened one eye when he heard a gasp beside him in the bed. It only took him a second to figure out that Ellie knew where she was, who she was with, what they’d done and that she was still naked. Dawn was just starting to peek through the window above the bed and her expression was easy to read.

      He raised onto his elbow and looked down at her. “Hi.”

      “Good morning.” She pulled the sheet up to her neck.

      Her hair was spread out like brown silk on the pillow and looked sexier than hell. He badly wanted to run his fingers through it again. This probably wasn’t the time to tell her that the whole sheet-to-her-neck thing was as much of a turn-on as seeing her stark naked. Her body was outlined and he could make out every one of the slender curves he’d very much enjoyed exploring the night before.

      “What’s wrong?” He knew something was bothering her by the way she chewed nervously on her bottom lip. He’d had a taste of it himself last night and wouldn’t have minded another of that, either.

      “I suppose we have to talk about this.” Her expression said she’d rather walk barefoot on hot coals. “Like a bad cliché, I actually hate myself in the morning.”

      “We could pretend it never happened.”

      “Much as I’d like to slip quietly off y’all’s boat, Hastings Hart taught me to face situations head-on and play fair.”

      A woman playing fair would be a refreshing change for him—if she’d actually learned the lesson from Hastings Hart.

      “Your father?”

      “Yes.”

      He nodded. “For what it’s worth, I didn’t bring you here with the intention of seducing you. It just—”

      “—happened,” she finished, studying him. “I believe you. And I didn’t come with you to be seduced.”

      “So we’re even.”

      “It was a mistake, Alex, and I take full responsibility.”

      He’d made his own mistake, but that wasn’t what she meant. “What about we go fifty-fifty on the blame?”

      “That’s fair.” She turned on her side, hand pressing against her chest to keep the sheet in place. “But here’s the thing...”

      This had to be the weirdest post-sex-talk-in-bed ever. “I’m all ears.”

      “If only that were true,” she muttered. “We’re working together. I make it a rule never to sleep with a coworker.”

      “I hate to break this to you but that ship has sailed.” He looked around the cabin and added, “No pun intended.”

      “Thanks for pointing out the obvious,” she said dryly. “I was here. But this really can’t happen again.”

      “You sound pretty adamant about it.” Although he agreed in theory, part of him wanted to take the words as a challenge.

      “There’s a good reason for that.” She lowered her gaze and long thick lashes stood out against the smooth skin above her cheek. “In college I was at the top of my class and interned with one of the best architectural firms in Dallas. They hired me after graduation and I was on my way. Finally, I was going to prove to my father and brothers that I could take care of myself.”

      “What happened?” Something must have, or she wouldn’t have been defensive the first day she’d arrived. And she seemed to have a rule against sleeping with coworkers. Some day he might regret participating in the rule breaking, but not right this minute.

      “I got involved with one of the partners, but he neglected to tell me he was married.”

      “Sounds like a big company. No one else clued you in?”

      “It should have been a red flag that he wanted to keep the relationship just between us. No one in the office knew. My bad that I believed his explanation about protecting me from employees who would resent my upward mobility and chalk it up to our relationship.”

      “How did you find out?”

      “His wife caught him. Email. Cell phone.” She gripped a handful of the sheet covering her breasts. “It doesn’t matter. But she chose to out him in a very public way. She came to