Solene offered a thoughtful look tinged with an edge of cynicism. I'm happy I did buy it because it's so much better then described and very much worth the price. As for the childish side is not about her throwing tantrums or anything. There was nothing else for it but to retrieve the pregnancy-testing kit and do the test, and her fingers shook as she extracted the relevant equipment. In one swift action she tossed the contents of her cup in his face, rose to her feet and ran.
It was almost as if some instinctive warning mechanism had moved on to alert. The temptation to check her cellphone for messages was difficult to resist. I actually delayed purchasing this book because I wasn't impressed with the discription. Lisane packed cold drinks into the cooler, added fruit, then she collected a hat, sun-screen cream, and was ready when Zac returned indoors. Zac drew her in, and his gaze narrowed at the rapid-beating pulse at the base of her throat, the faint convulsive movement in her throat. Submerged in her subconscious, or emerging into reality? Afterwards Zac rolled onto his back, carrying her to rest on top of him, and she buried her face into the curve of his neck, exulting in the closeness, the faint muskiness of his skin mingling with the scent of recent sex. Affection, without doubt, and passion.
His hire car was parked on the street, and he unlocked the passenger door, saw her seated, then he crossed round to slide in behind the wheel. Together with covering every contingency opposing counsel might draw from. Zac slid out from behind the wheel, gathered their overnight bags from the trunk and led the way into the house. Floor-to-ceiling glass provided a panoramic view of the city, myriad lights and bright neon winking against an indigo sky. On her return she swiftly changed into old jeans and top, and spent time tending her garden. They enjoy each others company and go through their relationship as any caring couple would. Now it was topsy-turvy with a number of complications.
And there was the smell of food…was that bacon? A slightly hysterical laugh rose in her throat at the thought of flaunting her pregnant belly in the court corridors frequented by both Zac and Allegra. Beautiful, their delicate peaks hard with desire as they anticipated the touch of his hands, the benediction of his mouth. Hungry and frankly sensual, he wove his own brand of magic until a tiny groan in capitulation sounded low in her throat, and in one simple movement she wound her arms round his neck and arched her body into the hardness of his own. His fingers tightened fractionally on hers, and it was all she could do to control the piercing sweetness suffusing her body. Lisane collected the sack of groceries from the seat of her car and carried them indoors. Lisane moved in close and brushed her lips to his cheek.
Dessert comprised a fresh fruit salad jazzed up with wine and accompanied by whipped cream drizzled with crystallized sugar, and afterwards they took coffee in the lounge. It hardly mattered which, as long as they shared what remained of the night together. Because she never wanted it to end. One had only tolook at him toknow he could drive a woman wild. Intelligent, clever, yet without artifice or contrived coquetry. Along with contrariness and indecision? The way she tossed her head in the throes of passion, and the tumbled mass of waves that fell like a curtain across each cheek…or cascaded down her naked back as she arched up against him and flung back her head.
She really behaved like an immature person. Not that there's no drama, but there's a fine line between drama and melodrama. Her vaginal muscles contracted, tightly sheathing him as she stretched to accommodate him. Who would have thought such a serious law student would thrive on domesticity? A quality that put him ahead of his contemporaries and earned immeasurable respect. The slight smile curving his sensuously moulded mouth. They had three children, Lucia, Angelo and Peter. Lisane made her way to the kitchen and filched bottled water from the refrigerator.
Things to do which would ensure she kept busy until Zac called her at seven. Even the thought set the butterflies in her stomach batting their wings in protest as she rode the lift to the penthouse apartment. What was it with the evening tiredness? He never felt the need to play a part, and her wit and wisdom provided a lightness that had been seriously missing before she entered his life. She barely had time to gasp a faint protest before his mouth took possession of her own in a kiss that plundered at will, conquering with the sweep of his tongue as he demanded her response. Instead she settled down, found her place in the documentation and continued reading, pausing occasionally to make notes. The alarm sounded loud, too loud, and Lisane groaned, hit theoff button, glimpsed at the darkened room and buried her head beneath the pillow. Waiting forwhat …Zac to call back? Although, to be fair, this particular stretch bore heavy traffic all through the day and into the night.
Featured in a Sydney newspaper? At the first set of lights she took the opportunity to switch on her cellphone, heard the familiar beep alert, checked messagebank and had time to readCall me. One he had every intention of claiming as his own. Maybe… With slow movements she reached for the teapot and refilled her cup, then she lifted it with both hands and took an appreciative sip. An evening meal timed for seven enabled her to cook, then shower and change and set the table. What if it was wrong? For a crazy few seconds she wrestled with the feeling that was his intention, and she held his gaze, silently daring him to break it. Lisane closed her eyes, then opened them again. To cause a temporary division between her and Zac? But tonight…they had what remained of the night, and a leisurely loving that became a sensual supplication of the senses.