Gently, and without thinking, Emma reached out to touch his forehead. His hand rose and closed around her wrist, and his fingers were at once strong and gentle. "Come here," he said gruffly. He was like the mystical, superhuman creatures Emma had read about, captivating their victims with their eyes. She put the sandwich plate on the bedside stand and allowed him to pull her nearer, so that she sat on the edge of the bed. Her breasts rose and fell beneath her very proper bodice as he ran the calloused pad of his thumb up and down the inside of her wrist. A shiver went through her, and she swallowed hard, feeling like a field mouse facing a cobra. Steven's hand left her wrist to lightly grasp her thick, red-blond braid and run it between his fingers. Then he traced her jawline and the full moistness of her lips, and she trembled and started to move away. He wouldn't allow her to go. He cupped her chin in his hand and said, his voice low and mesmerizing, "You're a wildcat underneath those librarian's clothes, Emma Chalmers." When her indigo eyes widened in surprise and the beginnings of offense, he smiled and continued. "And one of these days, I'm going to prove it's true." Having said that, he brought Emma's face down to his and he kissed her, bold as you please.
( Linda Lael Miller )
[ Emma And The Outlaw ]
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