felt out of control and lustily wanton like some primal Eve when he kissed her, when he made love to her. And that really loving him meant finding the courage to express those feelings. She moved forward slowly, her eyes not on his face but on his top shirt button.
It had to go. So did the next. So did the next. He stood very still while she pressed slow, nuzzling kisses on his throat and neck. She pulled the shirt out of his waistband while still kissing him. And as she pushed it off his shoulders, she rubbed her breasts seductively against his bare skin. The feeling of Ryan’s warm flesh against her satin-and-lace-clad body was…delightful. Dangerously delightful.
For the first time in her life she was in the mood to court danger.
His shirt dropped to the floor. Her tongue lapped at the tiny flat nub on the right side of his chest; her fingers fumbled with his belt. It wouldn’t give. She felt his hand trying to nudge hers aside and murmured, “No. Let me.”
His belt buckle simply wouldn’t give. But finally she loosened it, and then unfastened the waistband of his pants, her lips still trailing kisses on his bare chest. She stopped then, simply to rub against him again, her arms around his neck and her fingers sneaking slowly into his hair. The satin made a small sliding sound, like a whisper, every time there was the slightest friction between the two bodies. Greer was fascinated, creating more friction. And both bodies seemed to be growing warmer.
Ryan said nothing. She would probably have died if he had. He stood so absolutely still, while her fingers lightly slipped down his sides and slid inside his pants, beneath the waistband of his shorts, seeking bare, intimate flesh, finding it. She tried a love bite on his shoulder and marveled at how he responded. So many things she had to know. So many things she wanted to learn about him, instantly.
Her whole body was willing to continue that slow exploration-except for her knees. There was something wrong with her knees. They just didn’t want to stand up anymore. Slowly, she raised her eyes to his and murmured softly, “One of us seems to be having a problem with heavy breathing.” She hesitated, and then added shakily, “Me.”
“A penny for them.”
Greer glanced at Ryan next to her and smiled, fluffing the pillow behind her as she shifted to a slightly more comfortable position against the headboard. Her body was bare, and so was Ryan’s. The negligee was really in a rather bedraggled heap on the floor; but then, lingerie was the fantasy. Making love, she would never tire of discovering, was real. “I was just wondering,” she said pensively, “whether or not I should ask you to marry me.”
A crooked smile slashed across Ryan’s face. He hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off her for the past twenty minutes. He wanted to memorize each feature at this moment. And by the time he’d memorized each one, he wanted to do it again. “Oh?” he questioned.
“There comes a time when a woman has to learn once and for all how to be aggressive,” she told him gravely.
“I see.” He was diverted momentarily by the curve of her shoulder. He frowned, worried that the spot had been neglected. He leaned over, and his lips closed on that soft flesh.
“You’re not paying attention. This is important. I’d like to hear what you think of the idea.”
“That depends,” he said thoughtfully. “Does the cat come with the proposal?”
“Yes.”
“I figured.” He sighed. “I don’t know, sweet. You already know I can be a little touchy when I’m under the weather…”
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“Well. If you can live with that, I guess it comes down to whether or not I can live with the kind of woman you are.” His eyes touched hers. Touched, caressed, lingered. “You wore me out, love.”
“Did I?”
“I’m not sure I can live up to the challenge of a wantonly seductive temptress with an endlessly creative sex drive. I’d get old before my time.”
“True,” Greer murmured demurely.
He pulled the pillow out from behind her. Her head plopped flat on the mattress. He leaned over her, lips poised for a kiss that didn’t quite happen. “I love you,” he murmured. “Despite the cat, despite knowing I’ll be worn out by my delectably sexy lady, there isn’t any way on earth I could live without you. I knew that a long time ago.” He paused, the intensity in his voice softening to a lazy murmur. “Just in case there’s any doubt in your mind, that means I accept your proposal. You don’t mind if I take my turn at being the aggressive one now, do you?”
Greer feigned a frown, stretching luxuriously beneath him. “I don’t know. I was just getting into the spirit of the thing. Being the boss, doing the seducing…”
“We’ll take turns,” he assured her. “But this one’s definitely on me.” And then his lips found home.
About the Author
Jennifer sold her first book in 1980, and since then she has sold more than eighty books in the contemporary romance genre. Her first professional writing award came from RWA-a Silver Medallion in l984-followed by more than twenty nominations and awards, including being honored in RWA’s Hall of Fame and presented with the RWA Nora Roberts Lifetime Achievement Award. Jennifer has been on numerous bestseller lists, has written for Harlequin Books, Avon, Berkley and Dell, and has sold over the world in more than twenty languages. She has written under a number of pseudonyms, most recognizably Jennifer Greene, but also Jeanne Grant and Jessica Massey.
She was born in Michigan, started writing in high school, and graduated from Michigan State University with a degree in English and psychology. The university honored her with their “Lantern Night Award,” a tradition developed to honor fifty outstanding women graduates each year. Exploring issues and concerns for women today is what first motivated her to write, and she has long been an enthusiastic and active supporter of women’s fiction, which she believes is an “unbeatable way to reach out and support other women.” Jennifer lives in the country around Benton Harbor, Michigan, with her husband, Lar.
