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her finally learning how to trust. Jesus, had he already moved on to someone else? Was her
replacement here at the party?
So easily he could cast her aside. Just like all those men in her mother s life, with their lies and
false promises. She d fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. Dammit, she thought she d been so careful to
avoid the trap. The trap of becoming anything even remotely resembling her mother.
Ginger felt exposed. Vulnerable. And after a moment, pissed as hell. She d told him this would
happen. That trust was for suckers and happiness didn t last. At the end of the day, you could trust
only yourself. She remembered all those nights he d spent away over the last week and felt sick to her
stomach. Hated herself for lying in their bed, wearing his T-shirt. So trusting. So stupid.
No way in hell would she give him the satisfaction of breaking her. If she was getting dumped the
same week she found out she was pregnant, so what? Worse things had happened to her and she d
come through them stronger. This wouldn t kill her. It might come damn close, but she would fight
through. And she d be damned if she gave him the satisfaction of seeing her brought low.
With a toss of her hair, she pushed away from him.  I don t feel like talking. I feel like dancing.
With that, she clicked out of the kitchen on her heels. It felt good, voluntarily walking away from him,
putting that signature swagger in her step. Eat your heart out, dickhead.
Lithely, she snaked through the crowd to the living room at the back of the house. Furniture had
been removed to give the guests room to dance. A dozen couples were moving to the popular music,
plastered against each other. This is where the younger guests had congregated, Ginger noted. Away
from the agitated police officers and prying eyes. Good. She was young, too, wasn t she? Sure, she
was months from being a mother a duty she would perform to the best of her ability. For the
moment, though, she needed to think about something else. She needed to feel something. Anything to
delay the inevitable.
Ginger tossed her purse onto a nearby table, careful to avoid knocking over any of the other
dancers drinks. She turned toward Derek, who d followed her through the crowd, an unreadable
expression on his chiseled face. When those eyes tracked down her body, she felt a powerful surge of
arousal. He still wanted her. She could have him right now. She could be the one to walk away
afterward. It would give her something to take with her. Grant her some goddamn pride.
She let her fingers track slowly up her bare thighs, swaying gently to the music. A few interested
glances were thrown in her direction, but for the most part, people were concentrated on their own
dance partner. Good. She was just getting started.
Derek rubbed a hand over his mouth.  Ginger.
Crooking a finger at him, she dipped her hips in time with the music.  Come here, Lieutenant.
 Stop this now. He took a step forward, spoke near her ear so she could hear him over the music.
 I didn t want to do this here& 
Desperation bloomed in Ginger s chest. Oh God, he was going to break her heart right here and
now? She d had no time to prepare, even though she knew no amount of preparation would soften the
blow. But& maybe she could delay it. She wanted, needed, to hinder the ax s descent at all costs. Not
yet. Not yet. She moved closer, molded her body to his. Feeling his rigid arousal boosted her
confidence. Ginger twined her arms around his neck, circled her hips against his, heard him groan.
She closed her eyes and let their time together blur into a series of erotic images. Allowed herself to
want him. As if she ever had a choice in the first place. Since he was challenging her own, she tapped
into his pride, knowing it would have a devastating effect on him. He would never be able to resist it.
And she meant every word.
 Derek. I was so lonely this week without you. She dragged her fingernails down his chest,
opened her mouth on his throat.  You left me unsatisfied in our bed. I needed you, but you didn t come
to me. I ached. And you weren t there.
His chest rumbled with a near-violent growl.  Stop it.
She turned methodically, undulating as she danced. Her bottom brushed strategically against his
arousal and his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips. To prevent her or encourage her, she couldn t
tell. Ginger was starting to wonder who was seducing whom when a sharp, blistering tug in her belly
nearly buckled her knees. It had been too long. Her body was needy for his.
No. Attempting to retain focus, she shook herself. Tried to fight through the need. She pushed a
button she knew would send him past his breaking point.  I wore this costume for a reason. I knew
you d hate it. Knew you d show me how much you hate it.
Another deep groan.  Did you want to feel my displeasure? Derek s fingers brushed down her
naked stomach, inched slightly lower. Ginger was grateful for the near-darkness. She knew her face
was flushed, her nipples pouting from their need to be touched.
 Yes. I want to feel your displeasure now.
His hand circled her wrist, unrelenting as steel. Before she could judge his intention, he pulled her [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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