A Very Passionate Man
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‘You smell nice too.’ He sniffed appreciatively. ‘Like summer.’
‘I was waiting for you,’ she told him softly, her voice threaded with love.
‘And I think I’ve been waiting for you for the whole of my life.’ Nuzzling her neck, Evan moved his hands up to the soft swell of her breasts beneath her cardigan and cupped them. When he heard Rowan’s sharp intake of breath, he undid the two small rose-pink buttons that fastened it, then circled her nipples with his thumbs beneath the thin gossamer material of her dress. Immediately he felt them bead, and was instantly aroused by the revelation that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
‘You’re a wicked woman, Rowan Hawkins. You’ve turned into a little temptress right under my nose.’ Warming to his plan to seduce her right here in the garden, with the dewy grass beneath her back, Evan slid his hands up the outsides of her thighs beneath the floaty dress and started to ease down her silky underwear.
‘You mean I wasn’t before?’ Her voice teasing and husky, Rowan gasped a little as she obligingly stepped out of her panties, then thrilled to feel Evan’s arousal press provocatively against her as he urged her back against him. Feeling herself dampen as her excitement grew, she slid her hand over his as he cupped her breast again—feverish now with longing and the greedy demand of need. It had come as a complete surprise to her that being pregnant seemed to make her exquisitely sensitive, and Evan’s clever, tactile fingers seemed to know just where to touch her to drive her wild.
‘You always knew how to tempt me, sweetheart. I swear you must have put some kind of love drug in those delicious pies of yours. But it’s not food I want now.’
‘Then what do…you want?’ Her breath escaped on a rasp as he slid his hands from her breasts to her waist before dipping them down between her thighs and inserting his fingers into her dampness. ‘Oh, God…Evan.’
‘This is what I want,’ he said hoarsely, his mouth on the side of her neck. ‘You. All of you. I want to satiate myself in your heat and your sweetness and then do it all over again because I just can’t seem to get enough of you.’
His craving for her growing more and more urgent as his fingers dipped in and out of the hot, sweet moistness between her silken thighs, Evan clasped her to him as she cried out and sagged against him. Then, giving her no time to recover, he urged her down onto the lush, damp grass, unzipped his jeans and plunged inside her, the relief and pleasure of possession drowning him in eroticism and the wild, untrammelled nature of their coupling.
Moments later, when he’d spilled his seed deeply and hotly inside her, Evan drew Rowan tenderly into his arms and kissed her as if he never wanted to stop. Freeing her lips and pushing at his chest to make him pause for a moment, she laughed up into his protesting green eyes, stunned by the love and the need she saw there in the darkened pupils, wondering if it was possible to love somebody too much. Because what she felt for this amazing, gorgeous, sexy man seemed to go beyond merely being in love.
‘What is it?’ he growled now, impatient to taste her sweet lips again. ‘Why did you make me stop?’
‘I was wondering if we were going to have a boy or a girl. Do you have a preference?’
‘Boy or girl, I’m going to love them to bits.’
A burst of warmth filled Rowan’s chest with delight. ‘So…you always wanted children, then?’
For a fleeting moment the laughter went out of his slumberous green gaze to be replaced by a drifting shadow. ‘When I thought Rebecca was carrying my child—even though the marriage wasn’t all it should have been—I thought it was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened. Then, when I found out she’d lied and the baby wasn’t mine…I felt somehow bereaved. As if something precious had been stolen from me. I carried that emptiness around with me for a long time when she left to go and live with my friend. That was partly why I was so bitter and twisted about her betrayal. So the answer to your question, sweetheart, is yes…I always wanted children.’
‘So we’re going to have more than one, then?’ Dimpling, Rowan gazed up at him with teasing brown eyes.
Rescuing a blade of grass out of her hair, Evan threw it to one side, then slid his hands possessively onto her breasts. Feeling her heartbeat quicken, he smiled a smile that would melt an ice floe. ‘Two or three at least. But first I think we need to get some much-needed practice in, don’t you?’
‘If this is practice, I can’t wait to see what it will be like when you become expert.’
‘Witch!’
‘Lover…hmm.’ Tightening her arms around his neck, Rowan pulled him down to offer her lips, all thoughts of past hurts and remembered pain banished for now at least, safe in the knowledge that her and her baby’s future were inextricably linked with the most wonderful man in the world.
‘I was longing for the summer,’ she whispered just before her lips met his, ‘and now it’s here at last.’
ISBN: 978-1-4268-7713-1
A VERY PASSIONATE MAN
First North American Publication 2007.
Copyright © 2004 by Maggie Cox.
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