Page 97 of Fuel for Fire
And he would choose to leave her. It was there in his voice. There in his eyes. It took everything she had not to dissolve into a wailing puddle at his feet and beg him to reconsider.
“Babe?” Her breath caught at the endearment. Who would have ever thought she would be the kind of woman who liked being calledbabe? “Come here.” He extended a hand to her.
The steadiness of his grip emphasized how badly her fingers shook. Pulling her to a stand, he gently cupped her face in his hands. As he searched her eyes, he got spooky-still. This was where he would tell her good-bye. This was where he would—
“Chelsea Lynn Duvall?”
“Yes?” she managed past the massive lump in her throat.
“I forgive you. I’m not going to let this come between us. I believe love really does conquer all.”
They were the words she had begged him to say back in Gautier’s sub. Words she had convinced herself she would never hear.
The sob that burst from her was loud enough to make the crane across the way take flight.
Dagan pulled her into his arms. He was so solid and hot and male against her. His leather jacket and his wind-kissed skin were the sweetest scents she’d ever smelled. And when she slipped her hands beneath his coat and wrapped her arms around him, the whole wonderful landscape of his back slid beneath her fingers.
“I love you,” he breathed against the crown of her head.
She choked on her ownI love youand tilted her chin back to stare into his mesmerizing eyes. A deep sense of contentment, of a love strong enough to last a lifetime, wrapped around her as warmly as the big arms that held her close.
And then Dagan did one of the many,manythings he did best. He got carnal with her mouth.
Oh. My!
