Seduction by the Book by Linda Conrad Page A

as he dropped his hands. He let her slide off his lap and began to inch away from her.
    â€œNo.” She took his hand, put it back to her breast and held it there with her own. “Please touch me. Kiss me. Make love with me.”
    The look on her face ran a shudder of desire throughhis body as he struggled to be fair—to someone. But he wasn’t exactly sure who. He just had to be sure the situation was something Annie understood.
    â€œI have nothing to offer you but…this one night,” he told her in a rough voice. “I can’t give you…I can’t give anyone…”
    â€œI know,” she said softly. “It’s okay. I understand.” She smiled with that devastating need, shining clear and transparent in her eyes—and he was totally lost.
    He braced a hand on the sofa and touched her face with the other as he leaned in for another kiss. She tasted so good, just the way she looked. Like red cherry and chocolate candy. Like being caught up in a whirlwind of color and magic.
    Dizzy, he slid off the sofa and knelt before her but never broke the kiss. She was so tiny that he could reach her better from this position. With his knees sinking into the thick oriental rug below them, he forgot all about the storm outside and concentrated instead on capturing the storm of her desire.
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    Annie put her arms around his shoulders and pulled him to her, pressing her naked breasts to his chest. The quiver of need was like nothing she had ever felt before. She rubbed her tender nipples back and forth against the smattering of hair and held her breath.
    Intense bolts of pleasure moved downward from her breasts, landing with a surprise of tingles way deep inside her. She could have sworn she felt those zesty bubbles all the way down in that secret spot between her legs, though it didn’t seem possible.
    She heard herself moan and vaguely wondered ifshe should be quiet. Do nothing to ruin the mood or make him change his mind.
    A small and fleeting thought about the possibility of getting pregnant chased through her mind. But then she remembered that he’d said that he and his wife had tried and couldn’t.
    That thought depressed her again. But when Nick began to nibble his way down her neck and chest, she totally forgot everything but the sensations he was creating across her skin and deep within her body.
    He rubbed his hands up and down her spine as he tasted and sucked first one nipple then the other.
    â€œNick,” she groaned. “Wait. Let me touch you, too.”
    He pulled his head up and gazed into her blazing green eyes, full of passion and want. Holding on to her shoulders so he wouldn’t spin right off the planet, he let her run her palms across his face, neck and chest. As she touched and explored, her expression became dazed, her eyes glazed over.
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    His breathing became ever more ragged. Thunder began to build in his head and split through his blood. A roar of passion to replace the noise of the storm outside. But he resolved to let this passionate leprechaun do as she wished. Just so long as she allowed him to watch as the pleasure ran across her expressive face.
    He watched as her skin flushed a rosy shade of pink. The blush moved across her chest, and on up her neck to her cheeks. Flaming her. Burning him with desire.
    Patience, he cautioned himself. It had been so long, and she was more wonderful than he’d thought possible.
    Make it last.
    It had been two years since he’d so much as touched a woman. But even back then he had not needed Christine this desperately. He wanted to experience everything with Annie, every second of the fire that was all-consuming.
    She moved her hands up his neck then touched his chin, his forehead, his eyelids. As if she too wanted this to last, and was trying to memorize every inch of him.
    Her eyes were aflame, blazing emerald with irises black with passion. He glanced down her body and saw the dusky