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He chuckled. "Are you sure it's that?" She glared at him. "You don't have to make fun of me." "Was I?" He sobered at once. "You're right. I shouldn't tease you about something that profound." His eyes slid down to the shirt she was wearing and lingered there until her breathing quickened. "I used to watch you sometimes and wonder what you looked like under your clothes. I was careful not to let you know, of course." She smiled faintly. "I used to watch you and wonder what you looked like under your shirt." "Now you know." “0h, yes." Her eyes were faintly acquisitive. They made his body begin to throb all over again. He got up and stood over her. With a smooth motion, he pulled the T-shirt over his head and tossed it over a chair. Kit's lips parted. "Oh, Logan," she whispered, her eyes as hungry as the hands she lifted to caress him with. "Logan, I love to touch you...!" He groaned, lifting her into his arms. His mouth took hers roughly, claiming it. "I want you," he said harshly. She clung, not protesting, as he carried her into the bedroom and came down beside her on the bed. She didn't say a word as he unfastened the shirt and removed it and her bra and leaned above her, studying her bare breasts with hot, hungry eyes. "Make love to me," she whispered. "I want you, too." "And hurt you?" he asked, forcing his eyes up to hers. "Because it would." "I don't care," she told him. Her eyes smoothed over the broad, hair-roughened muscles of his chest. "I love you. It will be all right." "You have a lot to learn about bodies and intimacy, little one," he said quietly. He held her eyes and unsnapped the jeans. The sound of the zipper was loud in the room. He slid his hand under them. "Let me show you what I mean." He touched her, intimately, and watched her flinch. He wasn't rough. It was only that her body was new to passion, and very sensitized. "You see, Kit?" he asked gently. "Remember how we were together last night, and try to imagine how it would feel when I went into you." She went scarlet and gasped at the imagery. "I know. It's blunt talk. But this kind of thing gets unmanageable. I can't start and then stop." "No..." He looked at her with aching need, his breath lodged in his chest as he withdrew his hand and smoothed it up her belly to her breasts and softly caressed them. "You are every dream I've had in my life," he whispered roughly. With trembling hands she felt for a fastening and found it, moved it. His eyes widened and he gasped. His hand caught her wrist. "No!" he said roughly. "You want to," she breathed. She lifted her mouth to his and kissed him, feeling his hold begin to slacken. "You know you want to, Logan. You want to...!" He groaned and gave in to her. There were times, he thought blindly, when surrender was positively a virtue. do, to get ready for work the next day. "At lunch, we'll take out that marriage license," he told her firmly as he left her at her door. "You'll never Chapter Nine Logan drove Kit home late that afternoon, reluctant to let her go. But she'd insisted that she had chores to get away again." She smiled lovingly. "As if I'd ever want to," she said. "Am I dreaming?" she added somberly, searching his dark eyes. "I must be. I couldn't be this happy otherwise. I'll wake up..." He was thinking the same thing as his eyes caressed her radiant face. "No, you won't," he said tenderly. He bent and brushed his mouth gently over hers. "I'll see you tomorrow." "You aren't sorry?" she asked worriedly. He stared at her for a long moment, seeing her with eyes that knew all about her. Everything. "Not if I died in my sleep." "You're sure that you want to marry me?" "Kit, do you think we've had enough of each other yet?" he mused. "I could go to you on my deathbed, don't you know? I'm in over my head, and so are you. Marriage is the only way for us." "Your mother and brother..." "Will be delighted. Especially my mother." He frowned. "Which reminds me. Kit, you have to find my mother." “First thing tomorrow, I promise." “My future wife, Jane Bond." "How about Shirley Holmes?" He chuckled. "Our kids will be born wearing trench coats and following the doctor around the delivery room." She flushed. The thought of having a child was delightful—in wedlock. "I like children." "I used to, before I got to know Emmett's," he said dryly, "I imagine we won't be so intimidated by our own." He frowned "You were afraid last night that I might accidentally make you pregnant." "Yes," she agreed. "I don't want to bring a child into the world without a stable relationship. I don't think you do, either." “I don't suppose I do, Kit." He held her gently by the shoulders. "I'm no less conservative than you are, and I agree that children shouldn't be accidents. That's irresponsible." She studied his face with eyes that adored it. "It's hard not to give in when you love someone," she said quietly. "I don't think I ever really understood losing control until last night. I couldn't say no. I couldn't stop." "For what it's worth, neither could I. I'll take care of you, Kit." "I'll take care of you, too," she promised. He started to speak, but she put a soft hand over his mouth. "It's not shameful to let a woman care about you and try to protect you," she told him. He kissed her fingers. "Isn't it? All right." He sighed. "I'll work on it." She smiled and reached up to kiss his square chin. "Good night, Logan." "Goodnight." The next morning, she started right out on her quest to find Tansy. But complications erupted before she'd even begun. Tess couldn’t come in, so the office was shorthanded. And when she tried to find Tansy, the trail led to a medical center on the outskirts of Houston. To top off the confusion, Emmett and his three children came careening into the office just before Logan was due to pick up Kit. "Emmett said we must come and see you, Kit." Amy grinned. Polk and Guy grouped around her as well, while a smug Emmett stood beside the desk with his white Stetson in hand, looking rather elegant in a gray business suit. The children were less presentable, though. Amy was wearing a stained and wrinkled dress. The boys had on jeans with holes at the knees and their hair needed washing. “What are you doing here?" Kit asked, aghast. “We came to see Tansy. She said we were welcome anytime," he added, his pale green eyes twinkling in [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |