Indiscretions by Donna Hill Page B

glacier that had formed around her heart began to melt. “Are you going to let me in and blast me out, or let me have it out here in the hallway for all the neighbors to hear so I can be totally humiliated?”
    â€œGet in here,” she said, fighting to keep a straight face as she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.
    As she gently tugged him through the open door, his eager mouth swept down onto hers, leaving her weak and wanting as the kiss quickly fanned the fires that were barely held in abeyance. He pulled her to him, his own need for her blinding him to the impropriety of their situation. As his desire bloomed hard and swift, he molded her supple curves against him as he stroked her with sure fingers. She clung to him, wanting to rekindle the intimacy she felt she might lose, the intensity of her own need leaving her breathless and trembling in his embrace.
    Yet, even as the heated contact between them charged the very air they breathed, a tiny corner of reality clung to the edges of her consciousness. She couldn’t let him cloud her thinking with his intoxicating kisses and tantalizing touch. She had to maintain some control, she thought dizzily, as his hot fingers slid underneath her blouse and gently caressed her breasts, which grew rigid with his touch. But all thought of control was quickly extinguished when his hungry mouth captured the bud his fingers had released.
    Her soft cry of surrender was tenderly swallowed up in his kiss, as his sugar-sweet tongue plunged into her mouth, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her body. All doubts and sanity flew out the window when he skillfully shut the door with the tap of his foot and swept her up into his arms in a single motion, his lips never leaving hers.
    He lowered her to the carpeted living room floor and lay on his side next to her, his desire radiating out of his coal-black eyes. His mouth descended on hers again, while his fingers opened the button of her skirt and slid it down over her hips. With the agility of a black cat, he eased on top of her, threading a muscled thigh between her yielding ones.
    Once again she felt herself slipping under his magical spell, and she knew deep within that she couldn’t let it happen. If she allowed him to master not only her body, but her mind, she would be lost forever, and she couldn’t let that happen again.
    â€œNo, Sean!” she cried, pushing him off with all of her strength. Quickly she sat up and fixed her clothes, avoiding his stunned gaze.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” He tried to touch her, and she pulled away.
    â€œWe need to talk, Sean,” she answered quietly. He stood and walked over to the sofa, then turned to face her. “All right, talk.”
    â€œIsn’t there something you want to tell me?”
    â€œAbout what, Khen?” he said, an edge of annoyance tingeing his voice.
    â€œAbout yesterday for starters.” She stared at him hard, her warm brown eyes now cold with doubt and frustration.
    Sean took a deep breath, jammed his hands into his pockets and walked out onto the terrace. Bracing his palms against the railing, he contemplated how he could get around what he knew had to be said. It would change everything. Khendra was still so fragile emotionally. He was afraid to risk having her not understand. There had to be another way. At least until he was sure she felt more secure with him.
    He turned to her and inwardly cringed at the cold look of disdain that filled the eyes that had just so recently held nothing but warmth for him.
    â€œListen, I’m sorry about yesterday, Khen,” he whispered sheepishly, reluctant to look her in the eye.
    â€œSorry! Is that all you have to say?” she sputtered, unable to believe her ears.
    â€œI know I should have called you, but things got so busy, and before I knew it, the day had flown by. I knew you would be gone for the day and angry,” he rambled on, “so I just figured I’d