Stranded For One Scandalous Week (Mills & Boon Modern) (Rebels, Brothers, Billionaires Book 1) by Natalie Anderson (best e books to read TXT) š
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There wasnāt satisfaction on his face. Nor the smug arrogance sheād expected because heād got what he wanted. Got it so easily. If anything, he seemed as breathless, as speechless as she. But that was impossible.
Breathing hard, she broke free of those invisible bonds and stepped back. She didnāt want him to know how deeply that had affected her. Sheād spent so many years hiding by staying silent. For once, she was going to have to speak up to cover up. She was going to have to pretend.
āIāve changed my mind.ā She expelled a shaky breath. āI donāt need your key code. Iāve come to consider the bunker a safe haven. Iāll happily stay down here.ā
A smile spread across his face and that arrogance gleamed. āYou were that moved, huh?ā He nodded. āSo now youāre too scared to have dinner with me.ā He lifted his hands from the bench and shook them. āHas that one kiss made you too frightened of what else you might find yourself wanting to do?ā
That was so accurate she wanted to hit him.
He stepped forward. āDo you really think youād be safer now, stuck in here with me? In this teeny, tiny space?ā
āItās not that tiny,ā she said, desperately defending her position, and decided to appeal to his humanity. āAnd I really think youāre not the animal you make yourself out to be. Youāre not that desperate for anything.ā
āNo?ā He half laughed. āIām glad youāre so certain. Because Iām not. And now I canāt escape the sight or scent of you? Now Iāve had a taste?ā
He stalked towards her, but at the final moment, when she was bracing for impact, he swerved and stepped past herāpulling off the move sheād planned but failed to perform.
And the sudden sense of loss? Of disappointment? In that second she hated her own bodyāthe chemicals and hormones that had been so thoroughly turned on. She watched him viciously prod a discreet panel in the study area of the living space. Only a second later she heard a hissing sound and the clang of some mechanism.
āThe doorās open, Merle.ā Ash glanced at her. āI suggest you return to the real world.ā
CHAPTER FIVE
THE PROBLEM WAS that the āreal worldā was no different. Above ground, breathing fresh air, forcing physical distance, Ash still wanted her more than heād wanted any woman ever. He rolled his shoulders, unable to release the tension that had been building since the second heād first seen her. Tension that was now unbearable after heād touched her. What had begun as the most chaste kiss of his life had ended as the most unforgettable. How was it possible that heād been left aching with such desperation? It wasnāt like anything heād experienced before. It was no lie that heād needed to get them out of there as fast as possible.
When sheād professed her desire to stay locked down there? Heād had to move before he took her up on it.
Ordinarily, most kisses didnāt end like that. Not so suddenly. Not with his lover walking away. Ordinarily, most kisses ended with all clothes off and multiple orgasms on. Not with Merle Jordan though. Of course it couldnāt be ordinary with her.
She was so tantalising. Heād never been as careful, absurdly terrified that heād scare her off somehow. But then heād lost track of any planned seduction. His mind had hazed. All that had remained was sensation in that sweet, scorching moment when heād had his mouth on hers. Then sheād put her hands on him.
Thereād always been a clinical element to Ashās conquests. A decision to accept the offer of some mindless, emotionless physical relief and pleasure. This was different. This was a visceral ache in his core. Desire he couldnāt deny. Every other time it had been easy enough to walk away. Now he couldnāt. It wasnāt because he was trapped here. For all his hedonism, all his copious enjoyment of easy pleasure, heād never been so fixated. Now he feared he was on the edge. That heād do almost anything to have Merle Jordan in his bed was a frankly alarming feeling.
And thereād been inexperience in her kiss. Ash didnāt fool around with women who didnāt know the score. Not since heād broken a young womanās heart a decade ago. He didnāt like to think of Rose but her visage flickered in his mind. Of course it didāhis treatment of Rose had been the reason for his motherās anger here, that afternoon when his whole world had been turned upside down.
He slammed the door on those recollections. Things were very different now. While Merleās initial shyness had reminded him of Rose, sheād shown herself to be very different just beneath the surface. Merle wasnāt some sweet-sixteen, never-been-kissed, awkward girl. She was an adultāfully capable of handling this attraction and of standing up to him more devastatingly than most people heād met. He knew she wanted nothing more than to put him properly in his place. And when she let her tongue off the leash? When she was provoked enough not to hold back?
He wanted that too. Because he wanted her. But, given the inexperience that he intuitively sensed, he needed her to come to him. He needed her to be more than sure. He needed her to be in charge. Instead, sheād vanished back into that study.
He paced through to the kitchen, grumpily fixing on the perfect displacement activity. He was no great cook but he also wasnāt afraid to source expert help when necessary. Seeing those little puddings of hers last night had made his mouth water, so heād been deliberate in the groceries heād ordered for delivery from one of the local delis this morning. Heād tempt every one of her tastebuds until she could do nothing
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