Shawna Delacorte - In Forbidden Territory

He had never felt so out of control with what he wanted and so attracted to what he knew he couldn’t have. An image of Mac’s warning look popped into his mind, unwanted and unwelcome. He felt as if he was walking a tightrope stretched between his desires on one side and his loyalties on the other side, without a safety net to catch him if he made a misstep. No matter which direction he went, he would end up losing something special and important. And like it or not, he had to admit that Angie was someone very special and with each passing hour was becoming more important to him.

Angie stood up and took a step back to distance herself from the magnetic pull of Tyler Farrell. Her hand involuntarily went to her kiss-swollen lips, the heat of his passion still searing her. She had never been kissed the way Ty kissed her, had never experienced that type of toe-curling excitement. If they gave prizes for kissing he would possess every trophy available. Her thoughts strayed to what it would be like to have Ty make love to her. It was not the first time that notion had popped into her mind and she knew it wouldn’t be the last. She also knew it was not a very wise idea regardless of how exciting a prospect it would be.

He grasped her hand as he stood up, sending a sensual flow rushing through her body. She stepped closer to him, resting her other hand against his chest. “Yes, it’s getting late.” She didn’t like the breathless quality of her voice. It betrayed far more than she wanted to show. “That early-morning breakfast meeting will be here before you know it.”

“We’re scheduled to meet at seven o’clock.” He glanced at his watch with a self-conscious smile. “And that’s a little earlier than I like.”

She took a step toward the door, allowing her hand to remain in his grasp a little longer. She didn’t want him to leave. She didn’t want to lose the warmth of his touch. “I know what you mean. Seven o’clock isn’t that early but to be up and ready, catch the ferry for that thirty-five-minute ride to Seattle, then drive to the restaurant in time for your meeting is another matter entirely.”

He squeezed her hand. “Exactly. So, I’d better say good night.” He brushed his lips softly against hers. “Will I see you tomorrow night?”

“Yes, if you’d like.”

“I’d like that very much. I’ll call you tomorrow morning after I get back to the office.”

The look in his eyes told her he didn’t want to leave any more than she wanted him to. She stood on the porch and watched until his taillights disappeared down the street, then she went inside.

She felt the frown wrinkle across her forehead. He had done it to her again. As soon as she tried to talk to him about the company expansion plans and what type of job might be available for her, he had changed the subject. This time, however, instead of changing the topic of conversation, he had enfolded her in yet another one of his spine-tingling kisses that literally took her breath away.

Perhaps she was being too subtle and he wasn’t understanding what she meant. Maybe the best thing was to come right out and tell him she wanted his help, why she needed it and exactly what she wanted to accomplish. She shook her head. She wasn’t at all confident about how to proceed with her plan…or whether she should.

Angie went inside, moving quietly through the house so she wouldn’t wake her brother. She undressed and climbed into bed. Even though her eyes were closed she could not turn off her thoughts, especially the new one that said Ty probably suspected what she was up to and had been diplomatically avoiding the conversation. Perhaps his teasing comment about her being an industrial spy was less tease and more serious than she had first thought.

She turned over and shoved her pillow into a different shape. Why was she feeling so troubled and unsettled? It was true that the situation had become more complicated than she had intended, especially where Ty was concerned. All she had been looking for was someone who would be fun without any pressure for her to fit into a preconceived role or a need to impress, and Tyler Farrell certainly filled those initial requirements. She laughed when they were together. She enjoyed the fun, carefree activities. Everything with him was open, easy and stress-free.

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