being satisfied.
He offered her his hand, palm up. “Come here, honey. I think
it’s time to finish what we started this morning.”
“That’s not a good idea, Mr. Webb.” Oh, but she wanted to do
exactly what he asked and she was placing her hand into his without thinking.
He caught her hand and pulled her into his embrace. She
landed against his body and her hands latched on to those powerful shoulders,
taking the chance to learn what they really felt like. Instinct drove her
fingertips as they spread over the ridges that a thin cotton shirt separated
her from. Each fingertip was suddenly alive and acutely aware. Her heart raced,
thumping against her rib cage as her breathing sped up. She caught the warm
scent of his skin and it triggered a response from her body that was nearly
overwhelming. Desire, thick and sweet, surged through her, touching off a storm
of need.
“So don’t think.” His hand settled onto the back of her
neck, shooting sensation down her spine. He captured her mouth and the whimper
that tried to escape her lips. His arm bound her to his length as he licked the
sensitive skin of her lower lip before sealing his mouth over hers in a kiss
that obliterated every thought. There wasn’t anything but sensation swirling
through her brain, blanketing her thinking as she was wrapped in its thick
folds. It was a tempest that swirled around her, exciting her with the raw
energy of nature at its most powerful.
Her breasts were more sensitive, feeling heavy. The nipples
drew into tight little buttons that screamed for freedom from lace cups that
were suddenly horribly uncomfortable. She wanted to shred the shirt that kept
her from touching the warm male skin that she could smell. His scent filled her
senses as a hand twisted in her hair and held her in place for his kiss. The
hard grip should have bothered her, but it drove the excitement up another
notch because he demanded compliance. It wasn’t civilized, but it touched
something deep inside her that enjoyed knowing he could hold her without
hurting her; keep his strength on enough of a leash to not cross that barrier
while still being firm.
It was too sexy for her liberated mindset. Her pride hated
it, but her body enjoyed it.
It wasn’t a kind kiss. He took and tolerated not even a hint
of denial. His tongue speared towards her own, invading her mouth in a hard
thrust that sent a wave of need through her passages. His other arm bound her
to his length as the hand brushed over her bottom and cupped one cheek. But she
was arching toward him, thrusting her hips against his, seeking what she
craved. Fluid eased down her deepest core as the walls of her sex suddenly felt
too empty. The rigid length of his erection pressed into her belly, making her
groan as her passage sent even more fluid down its sensitive walls in
invitation.
“Have dinner with me, Roslyn.” He wasn’t asking. His tone
was hard and demanding.
He trailed kisses along her cheek and onto her neck.
“Your skin smells so good.” He inhaled deeply, the grip on
her bottom tightening.
His cell phone chimed, making him cuss. Roslyn wiggled out
of his distracted hold. Jerking the piece of technology off his waist, he glared
at the incoming call information.
“I guess it’s good something in the universe is interrupting
us before we end up against the wall.”
Her jaw dropped. “We weren’t going to—” She shut her mouth
so fast her teeth clicked because his eyes narrowed with the challenge she was
tossing at him.
“You were just as hot as I was.”
She turned back around and picked up the boxed Wish Bear.
She thought having him out of sight would give her a moment to recover at least
some of her wits, instead she felt as if she’d just turned her back on a lion.
She turned around and pushed the toy straight into his
chest. She took a deep breath before twisting her hands together.
“You’re cute when you try to ignore your passion.”
At least the presumptuous tone