Читать книгу Breakaway - Nancy Warren - Страница 3

She felt a surge of sexual heat so strong she caught her breath…

Max rose, never letting his gaze drop, and Claire felt powerless herself to break the connection.

Closer.

Never breaking stride until he stood right up in front of her, so close she could see the stubble on his face and glimpse the black flecks in his dark brown eyes. Eyes that stared at her with an intensity that made her shiver.

He moved even closer. She didn’t step back but held her ground, held his gaze.

He grabbed her shoulders, pulled her to him and kissed her with the same urgency he’d drunk deep of the stream only moments ago.

She felt the roughness of a face that hadn’t seen a razor in two days, the coldness of the river water on his lips, the hot, potent energy of the man flowing through him and into her.

She wanted more.

More of that energy, more of his solid sexiness in her arms.

And more of the feeling that something positive and wonderful was happening in the midst of this madness….