Читать книгу The Sicilian Surrender - Сандра Мартон, Sandra Marton - Страница 2
“You can’t leave until we’ve had our dance.”
Оглавление“I know, but here…?”
“Here. Right here. Right now.” His voice had taken on a note of command, and then it softened. “Please,” he said, and opened his arms.
He saw the little lift of her breasts and knew she’d caught her breath. Would she turn him down? If she did, he’d be a gentleman and let her go.
The hell with that. He hadn’t made a fortune by being a gentleman. If she said no he’d pull her into his arms, bring her soft body against his, stroke his hands over her until she sighed and said yes to dancing with him, yes to making love with him, yes, yes, yes….
“Yes,” Fallon whispered, and went into his arms.
