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“Well?” he said, his voice low, but insistent. He put his glass on the table and turned to her.
Оглавление“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said.
“Kiss me, sweetheart.”
He had never addressed her with such an endearment. Did he mean it? She gazed into his eyes, exposing her vulnerability. His fingers, warm, strong and masculine, worked their magic on her bare back and arms, sending tremors through her. They set her on fire wherever he touched.
She knew she was out of her league, and that he would expect more than she knew how to give. Her lips trembled when she said, “I’m not sophisticated, Brock. I only look as if I am. You…you can teach me what every woman longs to know and feel, because it’s never been mine.”
She tensed when he sucked in his breath, but he tightened his hold on her and whispered, “Do you want me to teach you?”
“Yes. Oh, yes. I do. I do.”
