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around her,
caging her in. She blinked hard and whimpered at the dizzying
nearness of him, at the heat of his body and the feel of his hot
breath on her neck.
“W-what are you
doing?” she whispered.
He bent down, his lips
hovering just above hers. Her eyelids fluttered as his arms
tightened around her. “What do you want me to do, Mina?”
he growled softly.
“I...” He
dipped his head, and his lips brushed lightly against hers. The mere
touch of his lips sent a bolt of lust hurtling down her body. Her
breath hitched, and she lost her train of thought. All she could
think of was how good his body felt against hers, and how much she
wanted those sexy lips on her.
“What do you want,
Mina?” he demanded, gazing hungrily into her eyes. “Tell
me.”
Before she could stop
herself, her greedy hands snagged his collar and pulled him down to
her. “I want you to kiss me,” she growled, fisting his
shirt. “Kiss me, Declan. Kiss me like you mean it!”
Mina gasped as Declan
grabbed her hard and crushed his mouth to hers. His kiss was
demanding, bruising, burning, and her lips parted automatically for
him.
She heard him growl with
pleasure as he explored her mouth with his tongue. His large hand
landed on her breast and he squeezed gently as he kissed her. When
he grazed the back of his hand against her aching nipple, she let out
a moan and arched her back.
“Mina...” he
rasped into her mouth. “Mine...”
He continued kissing her
with a fierce, feral hunger, pressing her possessively to him. When
she dragged her tongue slowly across his lower lip, he groaned and
dug his nails into her waist.
He slipped one hand between
her legs and Mina felt a rush of moisture in her panties.
Declan's eyes turned a
deeper shade of blue and his breathing quickened. “Mina...”
he growled dangerously.
She blinked up at him,
trembling with anticipation. She didn't know what he was going to
do, but she wanted him to do it. She saw how tightly clenched his
jaw was, and she saw the veins popping from his neck. His muscles
tensed and rippled under his shirt. She knew that he was struggling
to restrain himself, and hold on to his control. Looking down, she
hid a smile.
There was a very prominent
bulge in his jeans. He was hard for her. And she was driving him
out of his mind.
Seeing a handsome, powerful
man come undone in her arms was incredibly erotic and it did some
crazy things to her ego.
She wanted to be the one to
snap his restraint, make him lose control.
Walking her fingers
seductively up his broad shoulders, she drawled, “Yes, Declan,
what do you want? Just what do you want to do...to me, Mr Grant?”
she whispered in his ear.
His eyes flashed and he
gripped both her wrists in one hand.
“Mina,” he
smiled savagely. “You asked for it.”
With that, he tumbled her
into the grass, and held her down as she lay on her back, panting.
She let out a squeal and
twisted out of his grip. Pummeling his solid chest, she tried to
shove him off her but it was like pushing against a wall. They
wrestled and rolled in the grass, biting and nipping at each other.
Her ponytail had loosened, and Mina knew she looked a right mess with
grass, twigs and whatnots tangled in her curls. But she didn't care.
She grunted and growled as she tried to pin Declan beneath her.
At last, she pushed him to
the ground and straddled him. “Ha!” She pinned his
hands on either side of his head and smirked.
His eyes half closed and she
felt his body relax under her. He was giving up the fight. She
released her hold on him and straightened up, clapping her hands in
victory.
Without warning, Declan
grabbed her and rolled her onto the grass. She was panting hard as
she stared up at him. With a wicked gleam in his eye, Declan
stretched her arms high up above her head and lowered his body to
hers. Mina gasped and struggled furiously. When her hips jerked up
and brushed against his crotch, she let out a cry at the stab of
desire that seared all
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