‘Wh-what do you mean?’ Her voice was little more than a choked whisper. Her glazed eyes couldn’t leave his face.
‘I mean that I still want you...’ He removed one hand and shockingly placed it lightly at her waist, slipping it under her shirt so that he could run his finger along her waistline.
‘I don’t come with the property, Gabriel.’ She could have accompanied that assertion with a forceful push, but for some reason Laura found that her hands were power-less to move. ‘ ‘Ah, but would you like to?’ His hand slipped further up the shut until he could feel the weight of her breasts pressing heavily against his fingers. Her eyes were fighting him, but her body was singing a different tune, he realised. Her body still remembered what it felt like to be joined with his.#p#分页标题#e#
And his, he thought with a blow of startling clarity, had never forgotten. The women he had slept with during those intervening years had never fulfilled him the way this woman quivering under his touch had. The thought angered him and made his resolve harden. He cupped one breast in his hand and gently massaged it. Her breasts, like ripe, succulent fruit, had always turned him on and they were turning him on now. God, he could feel his erection stiffening in response.
‘You can’t buy me, Gabriel.’ Laura’s voice did not convey a convincing message of denial. Her nipples hardened into taut peaks of arousal, betraying her every instinct to run away as fast as she could from this man.
‘Are you telling me that I don’t turn you on, Laura? If that is what you’re saying, then I don’t believe you.’ To prove his point, he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her throbbing nipple and smiled like a cat suddenly in possession of a large saucer of cream. Yes, she felt the same. His hands, which had caressed other bodies, now felt as though they had been designed to mould just this one. He dipped into the lacy covering and scooped out one large breast and felt a fierce kick of pleasure as a small moan escaped her lips. Lips that were begging to be kissed. Just as her nipples were begging to feel the pressure of his fingers playing with them, rubbing them until they ached with sensitivity.
He lowered his head and his mouth met hers with a I hunger that he hadn’t realised he had. His body pushed hers back against the wall and with a groan of sheer yearning Laura twined her arms around his neck, her tongue feverishly and urgently clashing with his.
Oh, yes, it fell good to taste him again. She was still reaching for him when he pulled away and she slowly opened her dazed eyes.
‘Still the same fiery woman,’ he murmured, drawing away and leaving her to hurriedly try and resurrect some of her scattered wits. Laura looked at him with her arms folded protectively across her breasts. Her heart was still thudding wildly behind her ribcage, but reality was beginning to sweep away the cloud that had made her fling caution to the winds.
He had kissed her to prove a point and prove it he had in no uncertain terms.
Gabriel could sec the conflicting emotions race across her face like shadows but he felt no real sense of satisfaction. So she still wanted him, had not been able to resist him the minute he had laid his hand on her, but he wanted more. More than just the knee-jerk reaction afforded by two people obviously still attracted to one another. He wanted her body and soul.
‘If you think I’m going to come to bed with you so that you buy this place, then you’re mistaken, Gabriel.’ Her words snapped him out of his reverie during which he had been thinking of her standing before him, naked, willing and ready to do whatever he wanted. Until the time came when he turned her away.
‘I would not dream of asking any such thing of you,’ Gabriel replied, lowering his eyes. ‘You will come to bed with me because you still want me.’
‘I hate you, Gabriel,’ Laura whispered and in that moment she did. Hated him for being able to control her after all this time. He had once spoken about marriage and set-ting up house together, but on his terms. Even then, she doubted that he had known the meaning of love, love as something beautiful to be shared and for which sacrifices had to be made. He had wanted her enough to make her his possession, but had not loved her sufficiently to wait, to allow her to ride the storm of her parents’ disapproval in her own time, to gain the qualifications that would have meant everything to her.
It had all become apparent over time that wanting someone was not enough. And now here he was, wanting her again but allied to that urge to possess, to take what he wanted, was a cruel streak that desired retribution for the damage she had done to his pride.#p#分页标题#e#