before
leaving Pasadena.
„In the morning?“ she queried. „Not tonight?“
He swept her down the hall. „Definitely not tonight,“ he drawled throatily. „Tonight I’m going to show
you how different the snow looks from in front of our own fireplace!“
A few minutes later, curled into the corner of the couch, Selena sat watching as York built a fire. His
dark hair caught the light of the flames as they sprang to life. Arm resting on one bent knee as he crouched
in front of the hearth, he watched to make certain the kindling had caught and then rose with easy
masculine grace and crossed the room to where Selena waited.
„You do mat pretty well for a Southern Californian who probably doesn’t get much practice,“ she
praised. She knew she was saying the words more for something to say than anything else. In the intimacy
of the apartment her excitement and awareness of him were overpoweringly strong. It was an effort to
maintain a casual, easy manner.
He sank down beside her on the couch and drew her close, stretching his legs out comfortably toward
the flames. „Wait until you see me at a barbecue fire. This is a cinch compared to that!“
Selena smiled tremulously, leaning her head against his shoulder. „I can’t wait.“
„You’ll get plenty of opportunity to admire my talents,“ he promised, beginning to nuzzle the exquisitely
sensitive line of her throat. When Selena shivered and nestled closer, he sighed in evident satisfaction and
removed his glasses.
„Such a convenience having contacts,“ he murmured, nibbling her earlobe.
„I’m not so sure about that What about the awkward little moment last night when I had to excuse
myself to go into the bath and take them out before going to sleep?“
„A moment of shared intimacy.“
„Uh huh. Some sharing. You had fallen asleep by the time I got back to bed!“ She turned her face
toward his chest. Slowly, with a sense of anticipation, she unbuttoned his shirt far enough to enable herself
to find the first curling tendrils of hair on his chest.
„I woke up again later, as I recall,“ he pointed out virtuously. His hand slid along her thigh, over the
shape of her hip, and up to a spot just beneath the weight of her breast.
„Yes, you did.“ He’d reached for her in the darkness, making her his once more with a silent, purposeful
intensity.
„Selena?“ His voice was thickening as she threaded her fingertips through the dark hair.
„Hmmm?“
„You’re mine now. You know mat, don’t you, darling?“
She moved a little restlessly against him. „Are you mine?“ she finally countered.
„Cautious little thing, aren’t you?“ And then the humor faded completely as he scooped her up and set
her on the rug at his feet. An instant later he was beside her, unfastening the buttons of her white shirt. „I’
m yours, sweetheart. There. Now you’ve wrung the words out of me, I’m going to wring them out of you!“
His hand slipped inside the opening of her shirt, closing possessively over a breast. Selena moaned
deeply as his mouth took hers in a searing kiss that gave off more warmth than the fire on the hearth.
The flames seemed to lick over her body as York undressed her and Selena twisted in rising need. He
tugged off his own clothes impatiently and knelt beside her on the rug.
Slowly, deliberately, passionately, he ran his hands over her, stroking her until she was nearly out of her
mind with aching desire.
„Tell me, Selena,“ he commanded hoarsely as she reached blindly for him, trying to pull him to her. „Tell
me you’re mine!“
And Selena, who would have said anything to please him, let alone the truth, whispered the words he
was determined to hear.
„Yes, York. I’m yours. Please…please…“
The plea was cut off with shocking suddenness as he moved, parting her thighs with his knee and
coming to her with fierce demand. It was a demand she met with an equally vital one of her own. Then
leaving Pasadena.
„In the morning?“ she queried. „Not tonight?“
He swept her down the hall. „Definitely not tonight,“ he drawled throatily. „Tonight I’m going to show
you how different the snow looks from in front of our own fireplace!“
A few minutes later, curled into the corner of the couch, Selena sat watching as York built a fire. His
dark hair caught the light of the flames as they sprang to life. Arm resting on one bent knee as he crouched
in front of the hearth, he watched to make certain the kindling had caught and then rose with easy
masculine grace and crossed the room to where Selena waited.
„You do mat pretty well for a Southern Californian who probably doesn’t get much practice,“ she
praised. She knew she was saying the words more for something to say than anything else. In the intimacy
of the apartment her excitement and awareness of him were overpoweringly strong. It was an effort to
maintain a casual, easy manner.
He sank down beside her on the couch and drew her close, stretching his legs out comfortably toward
the flames. „Wait until you see me at a barbecue fire. This is a cinch compared to that!“
Selena smiled tremulously, leaning her head against his shoulder. „I can’t wait.“
„You’ll get plenty of opportunity to admire my talents,“ he promised, beginning to nuzzle the exquisitely
sensitive line of her throat. When Selena shivered and nestled closer, he sighed in evident satisfaction and
removed his glasses.
„Such a convenience having contacts,“ he murmured, nibbling her earlobe.
„I’m not so sure about that What about the awkward little moment last night when I had to excuse
myself to go into the bath and take them out before going to sleep?“
„A moment of shared intimacy.“
„Uh huh. Some sharing. You had fallen asleep by the time I got back to bed!“ She turned her face
toward his chest. Slowly, with a sense of anticipation, she unbuttoned his shirt far enough to enable herself
to find the first curling tendrils of hair on his chest.
„I woke up again later, as I recall,“ he pointed out virtuously. His hand slid along her thigh, over the
shape of her hip, and up to a spot just beneath the weight of her breast.
„Yes, you did.“ He’d reached for her in the darkness, making her his once more with a silent, purposeful
intensity.
„Selena?“ His voice was thickening as she threaded her fingertips through the dark hair.
„Hmmm?“
„You’re mine now. You know mat, don’t you, darling?“
She moved a little restlessly against him. „Are you mine?“ she finally countered.
„Cautious little thing, aren’t you?“ And then the humor faded completely as he scooped her up and set
her on the rug at his feet. An instant later he was beside her, unfastening the buttons of her white shirt. „I’
m yours, sweetheart. There. Now you’ve wrung the words out of me, I’m going to wring them out of you!“
His hand slipped inside the opening of her shirt, closing possessively over a breast. Selena moaned
deeply as his mouth took hers in a searing kiss that gave off more warmth than the fire on the hearth.
The flames seemed to lick over her body as York undressed her and Selena twisted in rising need. He
tugged off his own clothes impatiently and knelt beside her on the rug.
Slowly, deliberately, passionately, he ran his hands over her, stroking her until she was nearly out of her
mind with aching desire.
„Tell me, Selena,“ he commanded hoarsely as she reached blindly for him, trying to pull him to her. „Tell
me you’re mine!“
And Selena, who would have said anything to please him, let alone the truth, whispered the words he
was determined to hear.
„Yes, York. I’m yours. Please…please…“
The plea was cut off with shocking suddenness as he moved, parting her thighs with his knee and
coming to her with fierce demand. It was a demand she met with an equally vital one of her own. Then
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