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her head. "It doesn't make sense and maybe you won't understand how "
When she didn't continue immediately, he glanced over his shoulder. "Keep
going. The reason you couldn't feel anything .. ."Kate drew in a slow,
steadying breath. "I finally realized that I couldn't begin a new love affair for
the simple reason that I had never finished with the old." Her lips curved in a
bemused smile. "Crazy, isn't it? After all these years, I was still connected to
my husband. I was still waiting for David to come home."
Before she could even begin to explain that Mac had changed everything, he
swung around to face her. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he almost lifted
her off the ground as he gave her a good, hard shake.
"Don't you get it?" His face was close to hers, his golden eyes blazing with
anger. "He isn't coming home. David isn't ever coming back!"
Kate didn't bother struggling, and she made no response to the ruthlessly
shouted words. She simply stared into his eyes.
"I just had the craziest thought," she said, her voice low as her gaze
wandered over his stiff features. "For a minute there, you almost sounded
jealous."
A rough laugh caught in his throat. "Maybe I am. And you're right. It's crazy
as hell." Releasing her, he shook his head and took a step back. "It's time for
you to leave."
When she didn't move, his jaw tightened. "I'm warning you, Kate, you're
playing around with something that's right out of your league."
And still she didn't leave.
Mac's golden eyes caught fire. There was anger in their depths, but that
wasn't all. Satisfaction was there as well. Satisfaction and blatant, blazing
desire. It was as though, even as he was mentally and physically pushing her
away, this was what he secretly wanted.
"You've had your warning." A harsh laugh came from low in his throat as he
turned and backed her against the wall, his gaze drifting down her body.
"Now you have to take the consequences. It's Lady Chatterley time, Katie. Is
that what turns you on, going to the gamekeeper's lodge for a little rough and
ready sex?" He laughed again. "Those poor saps you've been dating didn't
have a chance with you. They were the wrong class, weren't they, too
refined to fulfill my lady's fantasies? I can't picture any of them getting
down and dirty. They only know how to .. . how to . .."
The words drifted off. He was staring at her mouth. "That litde quiver in
your lower lip fascinates the hell out of me." His voice was softer now,
huskier. "It's strange how little things become important. Like a kiss." The
last word whispered across her brow, stirring the fine hair at her temples.
"You could get naked and screw until dawn and it could still be as
impersonal as a handshake. But a kiss is different."
As he spoke he kept his gaze on her mouth, making her lips throb and burn.
"A kiss, full on the mouth, is personal. It's intimate. That night in the
backyard, things got hot. Real hot. Through my shirt, I could feel your
nipples getting tight. I could feel your heat on my thigh. I damn near felt the
blood pulsing in your secret places. But I didn't kiss you. Not even to brush
my mouth across yours. I knew you wouldn't have stopped me, and still I
didn't let it happen. Because I didn't want things between us to get personal."
He gave a soft, self-mocking laugh. "But you know what? When you deny
yourself something you really want, even something as simple as a kiss, you
find out that you can't stop thinking about it. You ache to have it, Katie. In
your mind, it becomes more erotic, more seductive, than the act itself."
Reaching up, he pushed his fingers through the hair on either side of her face
and, clasping her head, tilted it up. Then he slowly lowered his head. By the
time she felt his warm breath on her lips, anticipation and desire had spread
through every inch of her body, setting her on fire.
The first touch of his mouth brought a swift intake of breath, a sound that
seemed to affect him enormously. With a low growl he began to devour her,
moving her head first one way then the other to get more of her mouth.
The heat of his desire was a potent aphrodisiac, and the sheer force of it
moved her, pulling at her, making her press more urgently against him. Only
now, when he was finally holding her, finally kissing her and touching her,
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