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. The sound ofhis voice, hard and low, sent a chill down her spine.No, not a chill.A heat wave.A fever.Maybe she was ill.Maybe that s why her cheeks burned andsweat trickled between her breasts.But that didn t explain the deep yearning that had risen up within her.Oh, she wanted to go to him,tear his clothes off, climb onto his lap, run her hands over his broad chest and then lower.It was as ifshe had been starving for years and he was a banquet waiting to be tasted.Maybe that was the truth of it.Giving herself a mental shake, she willed the sensation to go away.What the hell was going on?Was she seriously contemplating having sex with a stranger in the basement of a fetish club?She swallowed past the lump in her throat. Why? Didn t you want the Meursault? Katy nodded and her pulse kicked up a notch. Third row down, second bottle from the left. He pointed above his head.Katy raised an eyebrow. A gentleman would get it for me. I m not feeling like a gentleman right now.Especially after your stirring performance upstairsand the way you re looking at me now like you want to devour me. The heat in his eyes matchedhis voice, dark and sinful, like a rich Amarone.How long had it been since a man had gazed at herwith such desire? After Justin s birth, Steven had never once looked at her with anything more thanmild interest.Katy lowered her eyes. I wasn t& I didn t mean& He cut her off. Katy. She looked up into amused brown eyes and then drank in the sight of his hard, muscular bodysprawled across the chair; his long legs open and inviting.Craving, deep and delicious, flooded her veins. Come here, sugar.I won t bite. It s not the biting I m worried about. Nor was it him.Her gut told her he wouldn t hurt her.If hehad wanted to try anything, he wouldn t have waited this long.No, it was her.She had lost control ofherself and she had no idea what this new, lust-driven Katy Sinclair was about to do.Still, his soft, cajoling voice drew her forward.Although she wanted the wine, she wanted himmore.But after ten years on the bench, she didn t remember how to play the game. Her heels clicked on the flagstone floor as she closed the distance between them, stopping only afoot away.Even seated, he intimidated her.But God was he sexy.Her pulse raced and her throatturned dry.He studied her for a long moment, his gaze intense and unwavering. I m beginning to wonder ifwe haven t met before. Katy shook her head. We haven t.I m sure of it.You re not someone I would ever forget. Orever will.She stepped closer, her body now only inches from his.She caught the scent of his spicyaftershave and something raw and purely masculine.A quiver of fear ran through her followed againby the fierce rush of arousal. Good girl. I m hardly a girl. He reached out and put his hands on her hips, drawing her close, until she could feel the heat ofhis breath on her breasts through the thin cotton of her shirt.She bit her lip to stifle a moan. Most definitely not, he murmured.Inexplicable desires wracked Katy s body.She wanted to thread her fingers through his hair,straddle his body and press her breasts against his full, sensuous lips.Her briefcase dropped, unbidden, to the floor.She ran a tentative finger along the square line ofhis jaw, rough with stubble, but pulled away at his sharp intake of breath. Put it back. He lifted her hand and pressed it against his cheek, trapping it with his own.Hisskin was warm, firm.So sexy.She felt the slip of arousal between her thighs and drew in a raggedbreath.Get a grip, Katy.This isn t you.She eased herself out of his grasp. You re going to have to move.I m not reaching over you. Shame. He stood with the grace of a man half his size and pulled the chair out of her way.Katy reached for the bottle.Too high.She looked over her shoulder.Mark s gaze was fixed firmlyon her& ass.She snorted a laugh. When you re done, maybe you could give me a hand. Mark grinned and walked toward her, stopping so close she could feel the heat radiating from hisbody across every inch of her back.He put one arm around her waist and pulled her into his broadchest. Where do you want it, sugar? he whispered, his breath warm and moist in her ear.Red, hot flames of need licked through her body. Want what? My hand. She could think of several places she wanted his hand.Places Steven had rarely touched.Emboldened by his obvious interest, and her own simmering arousal, she let her head fall back on hisshoulder and looked up at him. I m not that kind of girl. His body shook with laughter. What kind of girl? The kind of girl who tells a man where she wants his hand. He stroked the curve of her waist and brushed his lips over her ear. You don t have to tell me,sugar.I know. One night in Bangkok changes all the rules.Black Knight, White Queen© 2013 Jackie AshendenProfessional chess player Aleksandr Shastin never lets emotions rule his life, or his game.Noteven the unexpected death of his mentor shakes his icy control at least that s what he thinks.Until hemeets a woman in a Bangkok rooftop bar, a woman whose raw sexuality and emotional honesty findevery invisible crack& and pries them wide open.Graphic artist Izzy Cornwall fled to Thailand to escape suffocating grief and guilt after hersister s suicide.As she locks gazes with Aleks, their instant attraction sets her on fire.And the wayhe looks at her makes her feel what she hasn t felt in months: that she actually exists.In the heat of a Bangkok rainstorm, their chemistry steams up what was supposed to be one nightof pain-numbing passion.Neither expected that a single encounter would change all the rules, makingAleks the novice, and Izzy the grandmaster.But if Izzy wants his heart, she ll have to show him that inorder to win, sometimes you have to lose.Warning: Contains one hot, controlling Russian chess master, a heroine who s more thancapable of taking him on in a game of strip chess, and a checkmate to make Kasparov proud
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