Sweet Temptation / A Private Affair. Lauren Hawkeye

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Название Sweet Temptation / A Private Affair
Автор произведения Lauren Hawkeye
Жанр Контркультура
Серия Mills & Boon Dare
Издательство Контркультура
Год выпуска 0
isbn 9781474099301



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are mine. That means these tears are mine. If they’re in you, you’d better let them out so that I can have them. Understood?”

      Meg laughed, then sniffed. He couldn’t lie; he was more than a bit relieved that she hadn’t burst into tears. He wasn’t one of those men who panicked at the sight of a crying woman, but he didn’t want Meg to cry. He wanted her to feel like what she was—the queen of the world.

      “Orgasms. Therapy.” The corner of her mouth crooked up in a half smile. “You’re a man of many talents.”

      “Oh, I’m very talented.” He smirked down at her, sliding his hand around to cup her bottom. “Let me show you.”

      “Take a cold shower there, Romeo.” Pulling herself to a sitting position, Meg looked down at him with those big blue eyes, which were now, thankfully, dry. “I have to be up at four to make muffins.”

      “I like muffins.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Sure you don’t want to see more of my talents?”

      “I’m sure.” She rolled her eyes, then looked at him thoughtfully. “Though since you’ve shown me yours, I suppose it’s only fair that I show you mine.”

      “I like this game.” He sat up as well, laughing when she ducked out of reach of his roaming hands.

      “Stop that.” She arched an eyebrow. When he stilled, she took one of his hands in hers. Turning it over so that the palm faced up, she traced a finger over the lines that creased his skin.

      He watched, saying nothing.

      “Mamesie learned to read palms when she was just a kid,” she started, and the touch of her fingers tickled his skin. “She taught all of us girls, but I took to it the most.”

      “This is one of your talents?”

      “Yup.” She squinted at his palm, and he felt an unexpected trickle of nerves. “I don’t tell most people about it, because they’re skeptical. But since you shared with me, I’m going to share with you.”

      “Huh.” She continued to study his palm, where the skin was lighter than it was on the rest of his body.

      “Huh?” He was unexpectedly nervous. That was weird. “What’s huh?”

      “See this line here?” She traced a finger over the line that curved near the base of his fingers. He nodded, and she continued, “See here, how it branches into two? That’s weird. Like... I’ve never seen that before, and Mamesie never mentioned it as a possibility. I’ve heard of the life line splitting, but never the heart line.”

      “What does it mean?” In the dim light, her pale eyes glowed, looking almost otherworldly. He would believe whatever she told him.

      She pondered for a moment before speaking. “I don’t know for sure. But my instincts tell me that it means you believed in one direction for your heart, and only one, that you thought would last you for your entire life. And then the branching off indicates that your feelings on matters of the heart have changed, or will change, at some point.”

      That was scarily accurate. His feelings had changed...when he met her.

      She frowned down at his palm, then looked up, faltering when she saw the intensity on his face.

      “I do need to be going.” Dropping his hand, she shimmied to the edge of the bed. He loved that she didn’t hold a sheet to her skin like a life preserver. Instead, she walked naked around the room, collecting her clothing without a shred of embarrassment.

      He focused on the view, rather than the words she’d just flayed him open with. Her confidence was hot.

      “Can I see you tomorrow?” He knew by now that he was never going to get his fill of her before he left, but he was greedy and wanted as much as he could.

      “No can do.” He appreciated the bounce of her breasts as she shimmied into her bra. “I have a girls’ night with Amy tomorrow night, and a family dinner the night after.”

      “I like your mom’s cooking.” The words were out of his mouth before he could think them through.

      Dinners with Meg’s family were one thing when he and Meg were just friends. They were something else entirely now that they were involved.

      It didn’t matter. He still desperately wanted to attend.

      She studied him curiously, as though she was meeting him for the first time. When she finally spoke, it was just to say one word.

      “Okay.”

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