波波小说

第14部分（第1页）

〃Chloe；〃　Ross　began　in　husky　chiding；　〃do　you　have　any　idea　what　it　does

to　a　man　when　a　woman　looks　at　him　that　way？〃

It　took　every　ounce　of　her　willpower　to　keep　from　lowering　her　gaze　in

curiosity。　〃Im　sorry…〃

〃Oh；　dont　be　sorry。〃　He　came　closer。　Though　he　didnt　touch　her；　his

body　was　no　more　than　a　breath　away。

And　she　felt　it；　felt　the　need。　She　put　a　hand　to　his　chest　to　ward　it

off；　but　it　was　a　sorry　miscalculation。　Her　fingers　found　a　mat　of　soft；

dark　hair　that　sprang；　warm　and　still　moist；　from　the　freshness　of

lightly　bronzed　skin。

The　pounding　of　her　pulse　frightened　her　so　that　she　tore　her　hand　from

his　chest　and　thrust　it　behind　her　back。　She　felt　a　huge　measure　of

guilt。　If　he　did　also；　it　was　hidden　behind　desire。　His　amber　eyes

smoldered；　heating　her　all　the　more。　The　need；　ahhhh；　the　need。　The　ache

to　be　held　and　loved　　。。。　Ever　so　slowly；　Ross　lowered　his　head　until

his　lips　shadowed　hers。　She　felt　them；　wanted　them。　Her　own　parted　in

silent　invitation。　She　closed　her　eyes　to　savor　the　sensation。　But　he

never　kissed　her。　Rather；　there　was　a　soft　exchange　of　breath；　a　whisper

of　lips　against　one　another；　sweet；　sweet　torment。

Chloe　felt　ready　to　burst；　willing　to　beg。　But　that　was　a　sure　road　to

self…disgust。　So　she　finally　did　what　she　had　meant　to　do　all　along。　She

pressed　against　his　chest；　pushing　him　gently　but　firmly　away。

As　he　slowly　straightened　to　what　was；　even　barefoot；　an　awesome　height；

he　cleared　his　throat。　〃Youd　better　wait　downstairs；〃　he　said　in　a

voice　that　was　thick　and　taut。　〃Ill　finish　up　quickly。〃

She　took　his　suggestion。　By　the　time　she　reached　the　bottommost　step；

sanity　had　frilly　returned。　Swearing　softly；　she　traipsed　through　the

kitchen　and　stood　on　the　back　porch　looking　out　on　the　beach。　But　the

tide　within　her　was　high。　No　amount　of　cooling　breeze　could　stern　it。

He　had　to　leave。　It　was　as　simple　as　that。　Indifference　was　a　pipe

dream。　He　stirred　her　too　much。

Having　him　around　today　was　a　taste　of　what　it　might　be　like　to　have　him

around　all　the　time。　She　wanted　to　say　she　had　hated　it；　but　she

couldnt。　There　had　been　something　nice　about　waking　to　find　a　man　in

her　kitchen　cooking　her　breakfast；　something　nice　about　knowing　that　he

was　patiently　waiting　for　her　to　finish　work；　something　nice　about　going

marketing　with　him；　even　about　finding　him　in　her　shower。　It　had　been

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