Читать книгу The Forgotten Gallo Bride - Natalie Anderson - Страница 3

‘Get in the bath or I’ll put you in it myself,’ Tomas said softly.

That order melted the last frozen part within Zara.

‘Really?’ She couldn’t help smiling at him. ‘How d’you think you’re going to do that?’

He looked up at her for just a moment longer, his focus dipping to her mouth. Then suddenly in one smooth movement, he caught both her wrists in one of his hands and to her astonishment swiftly lifted his jumper and pressed her cold, cold fingers to his bare skin.

She gasped at the shock—and the sensation. She looked up into his face and saw how intently he was gazing at her.

‘Tomas...’ she whispered. Pleading. She couldn’t help it.

He didn’t reply. He just stepped that last inch closer and kissed her.

She moaned in instant delight, despite the fact his kiss was furious. He subjected her to the full force of his anger—and his passion—and both only brought forth the desire she’d tried to hold within herself for so long.

She moaned again, her legs weakening, but he abruptly broke the kiss.

Never had a man made her feel like this. Made her want like this.

He stared down at her silently, his breathing quick, his expression burning. But he didn’t smile back at her.

‘Go and get into the bath,’ he breathed, releasing her completely. ‘Go. Now.’

‘Y-yes,’ she stammered. Then turned and fled.