Read NocC 007 - Stephanie Draven - Mythica 6 - The Fever and the Fury - Harlequin 2012-01 for Free Online

of letting his mouth touch her. “You want me to kiss your hand?”
    She nodded, mesmerized as he teased her fingertips with the whisper of his breath.
    “Well, I want to be inside you. I want to fuck you.”
    Every time he dropped that word, her eyes widened as if she were some delicate damsel and not the creature who had tormented him night and day. She swallowed, her eyes darting low as if she’d been sent into a panic. But her downward glance fell upon his raging hard-on. And when it did, his entire body screamed at him to have satisfaction. He said it again because it made him even harder. “I want to fuck you.”
    She wilted against the door as if his crude words left her weak all over. If she was faking desire, she was extremely convincing. “Luke, I can’t….”
    “Why not?” he asked, inhaling the scent of her hair. Frankincense. She’d spent so much time with him that she now smelled like everything he owned, and at this moment, he wanted to own her, too. Maybe she had a good reason for resisting him, but right now he wasn’t sure he cared.
    How far did he dare to push this? Surely she would stop him. Her shoulders scrunched as if she were a helpless creature he’d caught in his snare. And if he’d been a better man, he’d have let her go. But Luke was a sinner now.
    He moved in for the kill. “You’re excited, aren’t you, Phaedra?”
    She actually whimpered in answer.
    He’d said that he didn’t enjoy seeing other people suffer, but the sound of this special kind of torment was extremely gratifying. “Phaedra, are you as turned on as you were when you watched me with the shop girl? As turned on as you were when you just had to touch yourself?”
    This time she groaned, her fist clenching as if to prevent herself from doing it again. “So much more turned on than I was before. I’m so much more turned on than I’ve ever been.”
    Her honesty hit him somewhere deep. It made him want to lay out his own desires like mission objectives. “I want to see you naked, Phaedra. I want to touch you everywhere. I want to nudge your knees apart and bury myself in you. I want to stroke deep, until you’re writhing and your sweat-soaked belly is sucked tight to mine. Until I’m ploughing you into the bed and you’re crying out my name in the dark.”
    She responded beautifully to this kind of talk. A sigh escaped her lips and a flush crept up her neck. The tables had turned and he liked it.
    “And then I want to come inside you, Phaedra. I want to come inside you, enjoying every wet pulse. I want to come inside you hot and hard, jerking with satisfaction…and you know what else? I think you want to let me.”
    “It doesn’t matter what I want,” she whispered. “Athena wouldn’t condone it.”
    “But you do want to go to bed with me, don’t you?”
    “Yes.” It was just the one tremulous word, but it was all the permission he needed. He drew her palm to his mouth. Her hand was damp, her pulse leaping beneath his lips. She was so eager. So wanting. But still she resisted him. “Luke, I can’t give you pleasure.”
    “Then stop me from taking it,” he said, dragging his teeth up the pale underside of her arm, kissing the soft spot inside her elbow. She seemed entirely undone by this tenderness: she succumbed to it with a helplessness he’d never seen in any woman. It was unfair, some part of him thought. He was taking advantage of her innocence and inexperience. Someone should stop him, because he couldn’t seem to stop himself.
    “Luke,” she whispered in warning.
    “Stop me,” he said, his lips working up her shoulder and fastening at the pulse just behind her ear, the silk of her dark hair tickling his nose.
    When her mouth fell open to speak, his thumb traced her lips and he was rewarded with another moan. His muscles tightened, every part of him straining with the thrill of torturing her for a change and in such a delicious way. “Stop me from kissing you, Phaedra. If you