Enticed by Ecstasy (Wicked Treasures) Read Online Free PDF

asked.
    “He was fighting them,” Abby answered, noting Channing still held the knife in his right hand.   “He jumped between me and the hyenas.”
    The man nodded and turned to two others.   “Get Master Channing into his room.   We need to set up a perimeter.”
    She hastily got out of the way when the men bent and lifted Channing.   She followed them into his room, unsure of what she should do, but unable to stay away.   The man saved her life.   Again.   She couldn’t just leave him, not when he had wounds that needed to be tended.
    Channing’s men left through the double doors, leaving her alone with him.   She glanced at the door, but no one came to see to his injuries.  
    Abby wiped her hands on her skirts and tucked her still damp hair behind her ears as she sat on the side of the bed.   He had a few bite marks, but it was difficult to know with all the blood.
    She spotted a pitcher of water and a bowl on the table by his bed and quickly made use of it.   Using a small cloth, she began to wipe away the blood from Channing’s chest and arms.
    Once his wounds were cleaned, she found only a few bite marks that, luckily, didn’t go very deep.   Then she got her first good look at his naked chest.  
    Her mouth went dry as she gazed at the specimen before her. The light from the candles shed a warm golden glow over his sun-bronzed skin, accentuating each hard line of muscle.  
    The urge to touch him, to feel his skin against hers, consumed her.   Hesitantly, she reached out and skimmed her fingers along the hard planes and valleys of his chiseled abdomen.
    His skin was warm, inviting.   The more she touched, the more she needed to feel him.   Her hand glided across his chest and over thick sinew.   Every muscle was honed to perfection, giving him a dangerous grace and stunning power.
    The way her body reacted to him astonished her.   He could barely stand to look at her, yet she found herself needing him to want her.
    She wasn’t sure what was wrong with her, but there was no denying her attraction. Abby bit her lip as she struggled to get her growing desire under control.
    Carefully, she rose up and checked his head. There was a small bump over his left ear. Somehow he must have hit the corner of the house at just the right angle and it knocked him out.
    His chest rose and fell regularly, so Abby didn’t think the injury was serious. Her gaze moved down his body. What would it feel like to have his hands on her body, cupping her breasts, kissing her skin?   A spike of desire shot through her just thinking of his hands on her.
    But she couldn’t have him.   He’d made that more than clear by his looks and tone when he spoke to her. She wasn’t happy he was injured, but she was enjoying looking at him freely without feeling his hard, cold eyes on her.  
    Abby looked to his face to find a lock of his black hair had fallen over his forehead.   She reached up and smoothed it back.   And when she lowered her hand, his eyes were open and staring at her.
    She blinked and swallowed nervously.   “I’ve cleaned the wounds.   They were minimal.”
    When he didn’t speak, Abby became nervous.   It was her fault, after all, that he was injured since she had gone walking outside like a ninny.
    “I should’ve stayed in the house.   I’m sorry.”
    His coffee-colored eyes, normally so uninviting, caught and held hers.   She knew she should leave, but her body refused to listen.
    She sucked in a breath when his gaze lowered to her mouth.   Her heart began to pound a low, erratic beat.
    He said not a word as his hands lifted to her arms.   To her surprise, he began to slowly pull her down atop him.   Abby flattened her hands on his chest in an effort to hold herself up.   She wasn’t entirely sure what Channing was about, but the way his eyes sizzled with an undercurrent of emotion, she wanted to find out.
    Abby’s breathing quickened when his hand moved up to cup her neck and his mouth