Читать книгу Conor - Ruth Langan, Ruth Ryan Langan - Страница 4
Оглавление“All night I’ve wanted this. Just this.”
Conor nibbled her lips. The words were spoken against Emma’s mouth, then inside her mouth as he changed the angle and kissed her again, long, slow and deep. “I wanted to be the one holding you.... Watching your eyes as they looked into mine.”
He stared down and saw the smoldering look. A look that told him she was feeling the same things he was feeling.
“I was jealous.” He nibbled his way from the corner of her mouth to her ear. “Jealous.” He spoke the word harshly, with a trace of wonder. “A new emotion for me. I’ve never known it before. Nor would I have believed myself capable of such a thing.” .
“Conor. Conor.” Emma was so confused. It was one thing to flirt. To lead him on, in order to gain information. But now she was feeling things that had her trembling with new awareness.
She wanted him. Wanted him so much, it frightened her.
