Chapter Nine
In his arms, she was tucked into his chest. Submissive and yielding.
That was the pose and the attitude, the only one she could assume under circumstances fraught with dozens of conflicting emotions. It was her job to relinquish, and maintain the posture Malcolm desired. Tomas’s arms were draped around her, hers around him, his muscled thigh pressed between her legs, against her pubis, his breath mingling with her breath, his hands caressing her so gently. Malcolm wouldn’t notice that caress, and Sydney hardly would have, except that standing stock still for so long, there was little else to do but pick up the tiny movements, the subtle affections. Were these little caresses unconscious or deliberate? The question came to mind and retreated a half dozen times, while she and
