he murmured, jetting out a breath. “You have no idea how sorry.”
“Kick, please . . .” Her voice caught. She couldn’t understand what was happening to her, the strange chaotic emotions roiling within her.
He let loose a swear word, and pulled her against his chest. “Come here.” He kissed her forehead and tried to put his arms around her but one was stopped by the handcuff. With an impatient jerk at the metal, he soothed his free hand over the bare skin of her neck and shoulders as though to comfort her.
She wanted to writhe and scream against the comfort. Against the unfairness of it all.
Because that wasn’t where she wanted his hand.
With a mewl of anguish, she rolled onto her back, pulling him down over her.
“Please lie,” she choked out. With shaking fingers she guided his palm to her breast. “Pretend you’re a good guy. Just for tonight.”
Shocked, he locked his gaze with hers. At first he didn’t move a muscle. Then slowly, hesitantly, he rubbed his thumb over the taut, aching nipple. “Sweetheart, a genuine good guy would roll out of this bed and run like hell straight out of your life.”
His blue eyes were tempest dark, his skin an inferno of heat. Like the devil’s. A tempting, handsome devil. One she knew instinctively would demand her soul for even a taste of what he offered.
But right now she didn’t care.
“In that case,” she whispered, “pretend you’re a bad man. A very, very bad man.”
Two heartbeats later his mouth crashed down on hers. His hand tightened around her breast and she moaned in anticipation of the inevitable. Deep down she’d known this would happen from the first moment she laid eyes on him across that crowded ballroom at the hotel. She just hadn’t known how complicated things would get first.
But she didn’t want to think about that now. All she wanted in this moment was to melt to his touch. And experience everything a man like him could give her.
She felt the silk of her dress jerk down over her body along with her panties, and gasped at the sensation of suddenly being naked beneath him. The caress of his hands and his lips on her bare skin and the rough brush of his suit against her sensitive inner thighs made her flesh ripple and convulse with excitement.
Amazingly, she had no fear of his superior size and strength, nor of his obvious mastery over her body. She only wanted to feel more. More.
She reached for his belt but the handcuff brought her up short. “Your clothes,” she urged, breaking the kiss, her voice breathless. She was literally dizzy with need.
“Later.” His mouth trailed wetly down her throat and kept going lower, until it latched onto her breast. He pulled hotly on her nipple, sending an agonizing ribbon of pleasure zinging through her center. His fingers pinched and rolled the other one, bringing her up off the bed. She cried out, grabbing at his hair, and nearly came.
He growled low in his throat. “Oh, sweetheart.” He ripped her drawer open and grabbed a fistful of condoms, spilling them onto the bed. The next second he slid down between her legs and spread her thighs wide apart. Then his tongue and his lips were on her, working and circling her need. Almost at once bringing her to the brink of a sharp, thrillingly brilliant crest.
It must be the residual adrenaline rush from her earlier terror, but she’d never felt anything so incredibly— Oh, God !
She exploded over the edge, screaming her pleasure as white-hot sensation ripped through her, over and over.
He gave her no respite, no chance to refill her lungs with precious air before he rose, his clothes half on, half off, and mounted her, plunging into her deep and hard. She gasped, her legs tightening instinctively around his waist as she again gave herself over to the blinding pleasure.
He was hard and huge, and he made it last. Lacing his fingers with hers, he held them fast over her head as he pounded into her, groaning her name
“Kick, please . . .” Her voice caught. She couldn’t understand what was happening to her, the strange chaotic emotions roiling within her.
He let loose a swear word, and pulled her against his chest. “Come here.” He kissed her forehead and tried to put his arms around her but one was stopped by the handcuff. With an impatient jerk at the metal, he soothed his free hand over the bare skin of her neck and shoulders as though to comfort her.
She wanted to writhe and scream against the comfort. Against the unfairness of it all.
Because that wasn’t where she wanted his hand.
With a mewl of anguish, she rolled onto her back, pulling him down over her.
“Please lie,” she choked out. With shaking fingers she guided his palm to her breast. “Pretend you’re a good guy. Just for tonight.”
Shocked, he locked his gaze with hers. At first he didn’t move a muscle. Then slowly, hesitantly, he rubbed his thumb over the taut, aching nipple. “Sweetheart, a genuine good guy would roll out of this bed and run like hell straight out of your life.”
His blue eyes were tempest dark, his skin an inferno of heat. Like the devil’s. A tempting, handsome devil. One she knew instinctively would demand her soul for even a taste of what he offered.
But right now she didn’t care.
“In that case,” she whispered, “pretend you’re a bad man. A very, very bad man.”
Two heartbeats later his mouth crashed down on hers. His hand tightened around her breast and she moaned in anticipation of the inevitable. Deep down she’d known this would happen from the first moment she laid eyes on him across that crowded ballroom at the hotel. She just hadn’t known how complicated things would get first.
But she didn’t want to think about that now. All she wanted in this moment was to melt to his touch. And experience everything a man like him could give her.
She felt the silk of her dress jerk down over her body along with her panties, and gasped at the sensation of suddenly being naked beneath him. The caress of his hands and his lips on her bare skin and the rough brush of his suit against her sensitive inner thighs made her flesh ripple and convulse with excitement.
Amazingly, she had no fear of his superior size and strength, nor of his obvious mastery over her body. She only wanted to feel more. More.
She reached for his belt but the handcuff brought her up short. “Your clothes,” she urged, breaking the kiss, her voice breathless. She was literally dizzy with need.
“Later.” His mouth trailed wetly down her throat and kept going lower, until it latched onto her breast. He pulled hotly on her nipple, sending an agonizing ribbon of pleasure zinging through her center. His fingers pinched and rolled the other one, bringing her up off the bed. She cried out, grabbing at his hair, and nearly came.
He growled low in his throat. “Oh, sweetheart.” He ripped her drawer open and grabbed a fistful of condoms, spilling them onto the bed. The next second he slid down between her legs and spread her thighs wide apart. Then his tongue and his lips were on her, working and circling her need. Almost at once bringing her to the brink of a sharp, thrillingly brilliant crest.
It must be the residual adrenaline rush from her earlier terror, but she’d never felt anything so incredibly— Oh, God !
She exploded over the edge, screaming her pleasure as white-hot sensation ripped through her, over and over.
He gave her no respite, no chance to refill her lungs with precious air before he rose, his clothes half on, half off, and mounted her, plunging into her deep and hard. She gasped, her legs tightening instinctively around his waist as she again gave herself over to the blinding pleasure.
He was hard and huge, and he made it last. Lacing his fingers with hers, he held them fast over her head as he pounded into her, groaning her name
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