Page 38 of Promise Me Love


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The mattress dipped as David sat down on the side of the bed and Beth swung round to face him, feeling her heart leap treacherously at his nearness. Just for a moment she met his eyes, then looked away, unaware of the faint hunger that had shown on her face. He reached out to smooth a golden curl from her cheek, his fingers cool as they brushed against her warm skin.

‘You must have been very tired, Beth. You were fast asleep when Maggie came to tell you it was time for dinner. You never even stirred when I came to bed.’

There was a silky-smooth note to his voice which made her blood flow faster. She glanced at the rumpled pillow next to hers, imagining what it had been like to have his head resting there beside hers. Memory surfaced, suddenly, vividly, and she gasped. She’d thought it was just a dream, but had it been real? Had she slept in David’s arms last night, warm and secure, her body curled tightly against his?

‘Starting to remember now, are you, Beth?’ The answer was there in his voice, glimmering in his eyes, and she flushed. He laughed deeply, tracing a long finger down her cheek and across her mouth. ‘For someone who was so reluctant to share a bed you seemed to adapt to the idea very quickly.’

‘David, I…’ She couldn’t think what to say. She could only stare at him, her eyes huge.

‘You…what? Want to tell me what a heel I am for taking advantage of you?’ He shook his head so that a drop of water from his wet hair fell on to her shoulder. Beth jumped and looked down, suddenly conscious of the fact that the covers had slipped to her waist, leaving the upper part of her body bare apart from the lacy black slip which she’d worn under her dress yesterday.

David’s eyes followed hers, his hand sliding down to the bare curve of her shoulder as it wiped the drop away, then stayed to stroke back and forth across the soft white skin. ‘You were quite safe with me last night, Beth. All I did was hold you in my arms, nothing else.’

‘I…’ His touch was making her dizzy, that slow, deliberate caress sending flames licking along her veins. ‘I know that. What else would I imagine? You made your feelings very plain last night.’

His hand stilled, resting warmly on the point of her shoulder. ‘What do you mean?’

She laughed shortly, more bitterness than amusement in the sound. ‘I mean that you made it perfectly plain that I would be unlikely to drive you wild with lust!’

‘Did I? I can’t imagine how you got that idea. I think your mind must have been playing tricks.’ His hand moved again, skimming over her skin to slide under the thin strap of her slip and draw it down.

Beth gasped, reaching wildly to stop him, but he gently yet firmly moved her hand aside and drew the lace away from the ripe fullness of her breast. Beth closed her eyes, hating him for teasing her this way, then felt desire spiral through her when she felt his tongue stroke moistly across her nipple.

‘No! David, don’t. You mustn’t. It’s wrong!’ Her hands went to his head, her fingers burrowing into the damp silkiness of his hair to push him away, but then his mouth opened over her breast to draw the nipple further between his lips and she stilled.

Time after time he stroked the rigid nipple with his tongue and Beth moaned softly, arching towards him. When he moved away she whimpered and tried to hold his face to her, but he murmured soothingly, his hands sure and gentle as he slid the lace from her other breast. Beth felt the first light sweep of his tongue against her flesh and twisted helplessly, her hands clenching as he drew the taut bud between his teeth and grazed it gently.

Her hands slid from his head down the strong column of his neck to his shoulders, feeling the hardness of the muscles under the warm satin skin. He raised his head from her breast and captured her mouth then in a swift, possessive kiss which stole her breath and every last vestige of resistance.

Beth kissed him back, her hands clinging, stroking up and down the powerful line of his back while she felt the shudder which rippled through him with a surge of triumph. When he pushed the covers aside she made no attempt to stop him at first until she felt his fingers caressing the very heart of her femininity.

Her eyes flew open, wide, frightened, her whole body stiffening, but he stared back at her, his grey eyes calm and level. ‘I want you, Beth.’

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