The Bedroom Barter. Sara Craven
My God, she thought, with a touch of hysteria. It’s completely crazy. How can I be feeling like this? I—I don’t even know his name.
Nevertheless, that was the shaming truth she had to face—to endure. That there’d been more than a moment when she’d actually wanted her lips to part under his, inviting—imploring his deeper and more intimate invasion. When she’d longed to feel his hands on her body—the sting of his thighs against hers.
A soft, aching instant when she’d been ready to go wherever he might lead.
A small sound escaped her, halfway between a laugh and a sob.
He noticed instantly. ‘What is it?’
‘Nothing,’ Chellie disclaimed instantly. ‘At least—I—don’t think I’m handling this situation very well.’
He was silent for a moment, and when he spoke his voice was abrupt. ‘You’re doing all right.’
It wasn’t what she’d wanted to hear. She’d hardly expected praise of the highest order, but she’d hoped, at least, for a little warmth and reassurance.
She thought, I wanted him to smile at me as if he meant it …
But I mustn’t think like that, she told herself in sudden anguish. It isn’t right. And it certainly isn’t safe.
Although his arm round her felt safe. Safe—but oddly impersonal. Just as his kiss had been.
Well, now she knew the reason for that totally sexless performance. I made sure you were well hidden.
Someone to watch over me, she thought wearily. That’s what I wanted, so I can hardly complain about the way he does it. And it was only a minute ago, anyway, that he told me I wasn’t his type.
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