Sensual Encounter. Кэрол МортимерЧитать онлайн книгу.

      ‘You mean something to me, Katharine Mary,’ he told her softly, very close now, recently washed and shaved, his hair brushed back damply, his shoes and socks back in place.

      She moistened her lips. ‘I—I do?’

      ‘Yes.’ He took her into his arms, moulding her to him to gently claim her lips with his, kissing her with drugging hunger. ‘I want you, my darling,’ he muttered raggedly against her throat. ‘I want you all the time. I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind for the last three months. How could I settle to a job in North America when you were all I could think about?’ His mouth claimed hers once again, deepening the caress with probing warmth.

      ‘No!’ Kate wrenched away from him, fastening the belt of her robe with shaking hands. ‘I’m going to marry Richard!’

      Jared thrust his hands into his denims pockets, his shoulders hunched over. ‘I don’t happen to agree with you,’ he challenged.

      She frowned, swallowing hard as he continued to meet her gaze. The steel was back in his face, and once again she had the fleeting impression that he would make a formidable adversary, although the feeling was only fleeting, instantly dispelled as he grinned once again.

      ‘You see,’ he said slowly but clearly, ‘I intend marrying you myself.’