Legally His Omnibus by Penny Jordan Read Free Book Online Page B

losing—that she heard Sean saying laconically, ‘You’d better come in—and close the door.’
    What?
    She was just about to object, and in very strong terms, when he added dulcetly, ‘That is unless you want to risk someone else coming into the office and finding you here with me like this.’
    Kate knew there must be a hundred objections she could raise to what he was saying, but as she fought to find one of them Sean reached behind her and quietly closed the door. Closed it and locked it.
    ‘Why...why have you locked the door?’ Kate demanded, ashamed to hear the betraying quaver of anxiety in her voice.
    ‘Because I don’t want anyone else wandering in here,’ he told her dryly. ‘Why did you think I’d locked it? Or were you remembering...?’
    ‘I wasn’t remembering anything.’ Kate stopped him in panic. ‘I just wanted—’
    He had moved slightly away from her and inadvertently she glanced at him, her gaze held in helpless thrall by the sight of his virtually naked body.
    He had already been a fully adult male when they had met, and she had been thrilled at her first sight of his naked body, her gaze openly eager and hungry to see every single bit of him. She had thought then that it would be impossible for him to be more physically perfect—from the silken strength of his throat and neck to the powerful width of his shoulders, to the arms which had held her so close, the hands that had taken her to places of unimaginable pleasure, the chest so magnificently broad, tapering down to his belly, flat and tautly muscled, with its fascinatingly sensual line of male hair that her fingers had ached to explore.
    But she had been wrong! Or had time just done her the favour of allowing her to forget the sexually erotic and perfect maleness of him, her own awareness of it and of him, to save her pain?
    An ache at once both familiar and bewildering started to spread out from the pit of her stomach, overpowering her attempt to tense her body against it. A longing that tore at her emotions and her self-control grew with it.
    Just above where the towel was knotted she could see the small white scar she remembered so well. The scar was the result of an accident he had had when he had first started working as a labourer, as a boy of fifteen who should have been at school. When he had told her how he had suffered with the pain of his wound, rather than risk being ridiculed by the other men on the gang and also lose a day’s pay, she had wept and pressed her lips to the scar whilst Sean had buried his hands in her hair.
    And then he had...
    As she recognised the erotic path her thoughts were taking, and that it was not so much a memory from the past that was arousing her but a shocking need to experience it in the present, Kate started to panic. She had to get out of here, and now!
    Quickly she turned towards the door.
    ‘Kate!’
    Caught off-guard by her sudden agitated movement, Sean reached out to stop her. The wrist within his grip felt far more fragile than he remembered. It angered him that she should have so little care for her own wellbeing, and it angered him even more that the man whose child she had conceived had hurt her and left her. The thought of anyone hurting her made him want to hold her and protect her.
    Before he could stop himself Sean pulled her into his arms, ignoring her demands to be set free as he burrowed his hand into her hair, unwittingly bringing to life at least a part of Kate’s own sensual memory.
    ‘I’m glad you haven’t cut your hair.’
    The thick, raw words shocked Kate into stillness. She could feel the heat of Sean’s hand against the back of her head. And against the front of her body she could feel the heat of...him.
    Overwhelmed by her own feelings, she made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan, and as though it was the signal he had been waiting for suddenly Sean was kissing her, possessing her mouth with a fierce, driving need and a hunger that her own body