skin.
“Maybe this isn’t the smartest thing for us to do,” he
whispered.
Natalie tilted her head to press her cheek against his palm.
“Who wants smart? I’m only asking for a kiss.”
His eyes narrowed, then his gaze dropped to her lips. When
he leaned down, she guessed his intent—a quick peck and
then he’d disappear downstairs again.
As he closed the distance between them, she grasped the
back of his head, winding her fingers into his dampening,
thick hair, and tugged him closer.
Rene groaned a moment before their lips met. Then he held
himself still, not moving his mouth over hers.
Natalie sighed and opened her mouth to lick at his closed
lips. The rain pelted their heads, the moisture on their bodies acted like a conductor for the electric, arcing charge that
leapt between them.
Already, her body flowered. Her nipples tightened. Dew
gathered at the juncture of her thighs. She leaned forward
and rubbed her silk-covered breasts against his broad, wet
chest, reveling in the spark of sensual heat that shot from her
breasts to coil around her womb.
His breath hitched and his hands gripped the iron behind
her, but he leaned into her, his chest pressing closer.
Not close enough. More! She tugged his hair hard and licked
at the seam of his mouth, following her instinctive need to
taste and tempt.
He gasped, his mouth opening—but not pressing deeper.
She surged inside, stroking his tongue with hers, slant-into the darkness
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ing her mouth to softly encourage him to increase the pressure. Then she smoothed her hands down his neck to cup his
shoulders, and down again, to scrape her fingernails along his
spine.
His body trembled and a growl erupted from his mouth,
filling hers with his sweet breath, while his tongue crowded
past her lips to lap along her tongue, darting inside, then
withdrawing and stroking back.
She hooked one leg over his hip, ignoring his initial, rigid
resistance, to pull his lower body against hers, close enough
now to rub the part of her that ached and swelled against the
hard knot burgeoning at the front of his jeans. The hem of
her nightgown bunched between their bodies, rising to bare
her bottom and her moist sex as she rubbed harder against
him.
Natalie lost herself in the kiss, writhing against him—her
whole world narrowing as his kiss changed subtly, until he
sucked on her tongue and the ridge of his cock ground against
her swollen folds. She dug her fingers into the hard muscle of
his back and strained closer, needing more, aching for him to
fill the empty place inside her body and her heart.
Suddenly, he thrust himself away, stepping back.
Dismayed, Natalie opened her eyes and stared.
His hands were clenched at his sides. Ruddy color stained
his cheeks. His lips thinned into a snarl. “This isn’t gonna
happen, chère .”
“Why not?” she asked, surprised her voice didn’t crack beneath the strain of her need and disappointment. “You can’t
say you don’t want me. I felt how much you do.”
He shook his head. “You’re a pretty fille, sweetheart, but I
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don’t mix business and pleasure. And I can’t keep watch when
you distract me.”
Her legs trembled, and she sank back against the balustrade. Her body ached with unfulfilled desire. Tears filled her
eyes as she sensed him withdrawing, steeling himself against
their powerful attraction. “I’ve never felt this way before,
Rene,” she whispered. “And I’m afraid I’ll never feel this way
again. I ache—inside.” Her voice broke and she turned her
head, ashamed at the naked emotion she’d let him see.
“Don’t do this. Let me walk away,” he said, his voice hoarse.
“I’m not the man for you. Not now.”
Her next breath was more a ragged sob, but she held herself rigid to keep from letting him see how much she needed
him. She whirled and grasped the door latch to escape inside
the room.
She’d almost made it, almost gotten