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Автор: Kate Hardy
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: Mills & Boon M&B
Жанр произведения: Короткие любовные романы
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isbn: 9781474059077
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      “A little.”

      She tried to keep her eyes off him, but the dim stairwell offered little of interest to distract her. And there was a whole lot of wonderful occupying far too much of her personal space. In complete contrast to her tense muscles, he looked entirely at ease beside her. His elbow rested on the top step, fingers interlocked loosely. Beneath his navy blazer, a white shirt stretched across his broad chest, the top button undone to reveal the strong column of his throat.

      He was strong, masculine, utterly confident in every situation, and Bella could feature him in a hundred fantasies without taxing her imagination. Deidre was right. She’d been hung up on Blake for too long. But was a brief, casual affair the best way to get him out of her system?

      “Tomorrow night I’ll stay home with Drew,” he offered. “You can go out and have some fun of your own.”

      “By myself?” She didn’t mean for the question to come out sounding as grim as it did, and Blake’s eyes brimmed with amusement. “What I mean is I don’t know anyone here. I’m not sure I want to go to a bar alone.”

      “I’ll get Jeanne to watch Drew and I’ll take you.”

      His offer made her pulse race. She imagined herself in a bar with Blake. A glass of wine to relax her. The throb of electronic music making her blood run hot. How long before she dragged him onto the crowded dance floor and gave in to the hunger he aroused?

      “That’s nice of you to suggest, but I don’t think you and I going out is a good idea.”

      Her repressive manner put him on instant alert. He regarded her through narrowed eyes for a long moment before asking, “Any reason why not?”

      “I’ve been doing some thinking since earlier.”

      “About what?”

      “About what happened between us today.”

      His lips arced in a predatory smile. “I’ve been thinking about it, as well.”

      “Then you’ll agree that it was a mistake.”

      “I can’t say that.”

      His declaration gave Bella pause. This was not going as planned. “I’m your son’s nanny.”

      “If you’re worried that things will become uncomfortable between us, I have no intention of letting that happen.”

      She relaxed. “Good. I think it’s for the best if nothing further happens.”

      “I truly wish I could make that promise.” Blake’s exhalation sounded weary. “Earlier tonight, I thought I could. But now I realize I can’t.”

      “Why not?” Her voice pitched higher than normal as she asked the question.

      “Because it’s not that easy to keep my hands off you.”

       Six

      Sitting on the steps was not an ideal place to begin a seduction, but Blake wasn’t about to risk Bella bolting for the safety of her bedroom if he let her get to her feet. Her resistance amused him. It was as if all her arguing against an affair between them was aimed at convincing herself. He was confident she wanted him. He just needed her to admit it.

      He cupped her neck to hold her still while he slid his lips into the hollow above her collarbone. The contact made her shiver. Her skin was warm silk. Softer than he’d expected. He pulled in a long, slow breath, taking in the scent of her. Vanilla and jasmine. Simple fragrances for an uncomplicated woman.

      “Blake—” She whispered his name, objecting even as she leaned into his searching lips.

      “Yes, Bella?” He sampled more of her skin, grazing his mouth up her neck. Her soft sigh made him smile in satisfaction.

      “We really shouldn’t.”

      “Are you telling me to stop?” Instead of waiting for her to answer, he let his fingertips slip from her neck to her shoulder, drawing her into his space. He wanted to overwhelm her with intent. Compel her understanding. He wanted her. Very much. “Just say stop. I’ll quit.”

      His teeth grazed her throat. She moaned something, but the word that left her lips wasn’t stop. Her fingers bit into his shoulders. He felt their fierce hold through his blazer. For a woman who wanted him to believe she was opposed to letting the chemistry between them run its course, she was not resisting.

      “Let’s go.” Suddenly impatient, he got to his feet and swept her into his arms.

      She looked dazed for a moment, but as he strode toward his bedroom, her eyes cleared. “Go where?”

      “I’m going to make love to you, Bella.”

      Her big blue eyes regarded him in consternation. “I don’t want that.”

      He set her on her feet in the doorway to his bedroom, but didn’t dare set her free. “Then we’ll only do as much as you do want.”

      “You’ll stop?”

      “Whenever you say.” His finger found her chin and elevated it until her face was at a perfect angle. He placed his lips on hers in a gentle kiss meant to reassure her. The tension humming in her muscles eased slightly, so he set his palm against her spine and drew her ever so slowly against him.

      Her breath quickened as their hips came together. Restraint came at a price as her hands slid beneath his jacket. Fingers fanning over his rib cage, she took the kiss up a notch, parting her lips and flicking her tongue across his teeth. He let her in, captured her breath in his lungs and held it while she grew bolder.

      Sliding one foot between hers, he backed her against the doorframe. Her surprised inhalation barely registered as he pressed his thigh against the heat of her core. They rocked together in a languid rhythm, matched by the dueling feint and retreat of their tongues. Keenly focused on her every sigh and the trembling of her body, he was rapidly losing faith that if she asked him to stop he could.

      “Do you want to stop?” he questioned, sliding his fingers beneath her simple T-shirt. Her skin was impossibly hot, as if she was on fire for him.

      The modest neckline had gaped when he’d lifted her into his arms, offering him a peek at her flesh-colored bra. So practical. Nothing seductive about it. Yet he couldn’t wait to see her in it.

      She pushed him to arm’s length. “I think we should.”

      Gusting out a sigh, Blake stepped back. As his hands fell to his side, she studied him.

      “As you wish.”

      “That’s just it, don’t you see?” Her expression reflected frustration. “I don’t want to stop. I want to keep going. Until we’re naked and rolling around in that big bed over there.” She gestured to where his king-size bed sat between two patches of moonlight. “But I think that would be a huge mistake.”

      Her breath rasped, the cadence agitated. Blake wanted to snatch her into his arms and kiss away all her angst. With her eyes glowing, her mouth soft from his kisses, she was spectacular. And worth waiting for.

      He took her hands and turned her palms upward. Bending, he placed a kiss in each one. “It’s late. Why don’t we call it a night?”

      “You’ve changed your mind?” She sounded heartbroken. “Just like that?”

      “You said stop.”

      She yanked her hands free. “I didn’t say stop. I simply said it would be a mistake.”

      Her logic escaped him. “How is that different than stop?”

      “You are so exasperating.”

      Before he had a clue to her intentions, she’d stripped her shirt over her head and eliminated the distance between