Читать книгу The Best Of February 2016 - Catherine Mann - Страница 6

“Of all the memories I’ve lost, the most maddening is not remembering what it’s like to make love to you.”

Cesar bent and covered Sorcha’s lips with his own, hard but not hurtful, seeming to catch himself at the last second and decide whether he wanted to plunder or merely to sample.

Maybe he was waiting for a rush of memory, trying to remember how their first kisses had tasted and felt. She remembered. She wanted to protest and turn away from his kiss, but her body knew him in a primal way that made her whole being soften in welcome. She lifted her hand to caress the stubble on his cheek, urging him to linger, playing her mouth against his in invitation.

With a gruff sound deep in his throat he took control of the kiss. He claimed her in a way that felt familiar, yet new. He stole, but gave back at the same time. Started to pull away, then returned as if he couldn’t help himself. The teasing sent flutters of arousal through her, burning her blood to the ends of her limbs, making her fingers and toes tingle.