Accidentally Expecting! by Lucy Gordon Read Free Book Online

don’t,’ she teased. ‘That’s for me to say.’
    ‘So you want me to tell you that you’re a dream of beauty, a goddess of the night?’
    ‘Oh, shut up!’ she chuckled.
    ‘I’m just trying to do the proper thing here.’
    ‘And you’re always so proper, aren’t you?’
    ‘Well, somebody did once say that I wouldn’t recognise propriety if it came up and whacked me. I can’t recall her name just now.’
    ‘Ah! One of those instantly forgettable females. She was probably just trying to provoke you to get your attention.’
    He gave a self-mocking smile. ‘I wish I could believe she wanted my attention.’
    ‘Or she might be playing cat-and-mouse with you.’
    ‘I’d like to believe that too. You don’t know what fun cat-and-mouse can be.’
    ‘You think I don’t?’ she asked, eyebrows arched sardonically.
    ‘No, forget I said that. Of course you do.’ He added hopefully, ‘You could probably teach me a thing or two.’
    ‘No, I don’t think I could teach you anything about playing games.’
    ‘The game of love has many different aspects,’ he suggested.
    ‘But we’re not talking about love,’ she whispered. ‘This is a different game altogether.’
    It was a game that made her pulses race and her whole body sing from the close contact with his. Reason argued that her physical excitement was due to the movement of the dance, but reason fell silent before the pleasure of his clasp about her waist and the awareness of his mouth near hers.
    ‘What do you call the game?’ he whispered.
    ‘I’m sure we each have our own name for it.’
    ‘Tell me yours.’
    She glanced up, murmuring, ‘I’ll tell you mine if you’ll tell me yours.’
    ‘I asked first.’
    This time she didn’t reply, but her look was full of mischief.
    ‘You’re going to tease me, aren’t you?’ he said. ‘You’re a wicked woman.’
    ‘I know. I work at it.’
    ‘No need. I reckon a certain kind of wickedness comes naturally to you.’
    ‘True. It’s one of the great pleasures of life.’ Exhilarated, she provoked him further. ‘Almost as much fun as cat-and-mouse.’
    A gleam of appreciation came into his eyes. ‘Cat-and-mouse; I wish I knew which one I was.’
    ‘I’ll leave you to work that one out.’
    He gave a shout of laughter that made everyone stare at them, and began whirling her fast again until they spun out onto the terrace, where she broke from him and darted away, running down the steps and under the trees. She was high on excitement, and the sound of him pursuing her was a delight. She ran faster, challenging him to follow her, and he accepted the challenge.
    ‘Woman, are you crazy?’ he demanded, winding his arms around her waist in a grip of velvet and steel. ‘Just how much do you think a man can take?’
    She responded not with words but with laughter, that rang up to the moon until he silenced her mouth with his own. Somehow the laughter continued, because it was there in the kiss, passing from her to him and back again. It was there too in the skilful movements of his hands that knew how to coax without demanding, persuade without insisting.
    He had the gift which so many men lacked, of kissing gently. Her return kiss was joyful, curious, teasing just a little.
    ‘I’m not crazy,’ she whispered. ‘And perhaps a man should exercise a little self-control.’
    ‘Not while you’re making it hard for him,’ he growled, moving down her neck.
    She was unable to say more, because his lips had found the spot where she was most sensitive. Shivers went through her,defying her efforts to control them as his mouth caressed the hollow at the base of her throat, touching it softly again and again while she clung to him and her head whirled.
    He was wicked. Even with all her nerves shouting warnings, he could still make her want him. Her hands had a will of their own. They clasped his head, drawing him closer against her so that his lips continued their skilled work. She should push him