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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Arranged to Love ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jack spoke, his voice was hoarse with repressed emotion. “I’ve been sitting here for nearly an hour, listening to you in that bath, knowing you were just metres away and naked and I found it hard to remember exactly why I said nothing could happen between us.”
Maddie’s hormones began to shout with glee. She pushed them down. “You want to win this challenge and you don’t want unnecessary complications.”
“Except I’m thinking you might be a necessary one.”
Maddie took a couple of steps backwards, then put her hands on her hips. She wasn’t going to deny she was glad to hear what Jack was thinking, but she wasn’t going to throw herself at him either.
“Jack, are you saying you want to have sex with me?”
His eyes flicked to hers and the banked desire there thrilled her. “I’ve never not wanted to have sex with you.”
“I mean here. Now. Tonight.”
He shifted on the couch. Her eyes looked down and widened as she saw how eager he was to have sex now. Tonight. “Yes.”
Breath whooshed out of her lungs and she fought to gather her thoughts. “Is this just lust or—”
Jack surged to his feet. “No,” he barked out. “This is weeks of need that can’t be suppressed anymore. But obviously you don’t want to, so—”
“I didn’t say that.” Jack’s nostrils flared and he started toward her, but Maddie held up her hand. He stopped when her palm was pressed against his chest.
He felt warmer, harder than she’d remembered. It was getting increasingly difficult to concentrate on what she wanted to say. “I know I won’t regret this in the morning. I’m making a free choice. I want you to feel the same.”
His jaw softened. “No regrets,” he whispered. “How could I ever regret tasting and touching you?”
Maddie stepped into Jack’s arms. His lips pressed against hers—strong, heated, arousing. One hand gripped the back of her head while the other held her tight against his body. Maddie arched her back, to multiply the contact and moaned at the sensation of her curves moulding to his hardness.
Jack sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and Maddie shivered. Then his tongue lightly touched and she opened her mouth to him, her senses whirling as he pushed into her. He tasted salty and sweet and there was a deeper, more profound taste that pulled at every fibre of her being. Every cell clamoured with joy and anticipation and Maddie wondered how one kiss could cause such an instant reaction.
“Incredible,” Jack murmured against her lips. “Better than I remembered.”
“Reality is always better than memories.”
“It sure is.” He squeezed her waist. Then he stepped back and reached for the belt of her robe.
Tremors ran over Maddie’s body. She hadn’t been naked in front of a man since the last time with Jack, and that had been such a frenzied rush she wasn’t sure he saw her. She hoped she looked good to him now.
Jack undid the belt, slid the robe off her shoulders and stilled. Cool air wisped across her skin and her nipples tightened. Maddie fought the urge to cover herself, desperate for Jack’s reaction.
“My God, you’re beautiful.” He reached out and gently traced a finger down the curve of a breast. “A goddess, come to Earth for me to worship.”
His finger continued down, across her belly and Maddie’s stomach tightened as it seemed to head toward the apex of her legs. But then the finger turned, back up her body, bringing goose pimples to her skin before circling the other breast.
She needed more. She needed his hands firmly on her body, shaping and moulding her. She needed his mouth on hers. On her skin. On her breasts.
All her life, Madhuri Singh has been sure she’ll make an arranged marriage with an Indian man. But when the opportunity arrives at the same time a past lover returns to her life, Maddie finds herself torn between her culture and her desire.
All his life, Jack Faulkner has been obsessed with being the one his father chooses to take over the reins of Faulkner Publications. When it seems it’s finally within his grasp, he finds himself face to face with the one woman who can make him forget everything.
What will win out – the dreams they’ve always held for their futures, or the passion that even after seven years apart cannot be contained. Will they remain blinded to the truth – that they will only be happy if they can be together?a Rafflecopter giveaway