pit her willpower against his, show him that her body was under her command, not his.
But even as she lectured herself she felt her breast swell at his touch, knew the sensuous tension of a tautening nipple. He was aware of the response at once, his hips arching intimately against hers.
"Can't you see how much I want you?" he grated pleadingly, ceasing the ruthless dominance of her mouth to begin stringing tiny heated kisses along her throat to the top of her breast.
"Why should your desires matter to me?" she charged tightly, and then spoiled the cold effect of the words by gasping as his tongue stroked her nipple.
"Because you're the only one who can satisfy them!" he almost snarled.
He shifted his weight slightly, pulling her blouse completely free of her skirt and pushing the silky material aside to expose her to his hungry gaze.
"You hardly know me!" she accused in a breathless whisper, horribly aware of the most vulnerable sensation she had ever known. Never had a man used his superior strength to hold her immobile like this while he took his time feasting on the sight of her.
"I knew all I needed to know about you within the first few minutes of meeting you, sweetheart," he contradicted softly, spreading his hand flat between the valley of her breasts and sliding it down to her stomach, which contracted at his touch.
"Did your dazzling perception also tell you that I'll never forgive you for humiliating me like this?" she gritted as his jade eyes lifted to clash with hers.
He lowered his head and briefly kissed the warm skin of her waist and then smiled down into her enraged eyes. "I'm not humiliating you, honey, I'm making love to you."
"You've got your terminology wrong. 'Rape' is the word you should be using. I doubt if you know the meaning of
'making love'!"
That, at least, seemed to get through to him. His dark eyes narrowed and the caressing fingers on her stomach halted for an instant.
"You think I would do that to you?" he rasped fiercely.
"I think it's pretty damn obvious that's what you're
doing!" she flung back, knowing she had just found a tiny weapon.
"No! You're going to want me as much as I want you," he promised, his nails lightly scoring the sensitive skin around her navel.
"Do I sound like I want you?" she dared recklessly.
"You're just afraid to admit the truth at this point, but you will before we're finished!"
"Famous last words! What happens if we finish and I still haven't admitted the 'truth,' as you call it? What will you do then, Locke Channing? Find another justification for what you've done?"
His hand went to her thigh under the hem of her skirt and he leaned forward to touch his tongue to the delicate area of flesh just above the waistband.
"If I make you mine tonight, there won't be any need for justification in the morning," he swore heavily.
She felt his fingers trailing upward in small exquisite forays, slick and tingling against the nylon of her panty hose, and Kelly drew in her breath. When she would have moved her legs in an effort to deny him what he sought, he trapped one ankle beneath his own. Once again she knew the dismaying vulnerability.
"You lied to me this evening," she managed, gulping air. "You aren't going to waste your time seducing me into surrendering, are you? You're simply going to force yourself on me! You don't need me for the kind of satisfaction you want. Why don't you go out and find a more willing woman? Or do you get some sort of perverted pleasure out of rape?"
"Shut up!" he ordered abruptly. "You're working yourself up into a panic."
"The one quality you're not lacking is nerve, is it, Locke?" she retorted bitterly. "You attack me, use your strength against me, and then accuse me of panicking! Sorry, but there aren't a whole lot of alternatives available to me. I assure you that when I'm free I'll find something more suitable like phoning for the police!"
"Stop it, Kelly!" he bit out, withdrawing his hand from her leg and gathering
But even as she lectured herself she felt her breast swell at his touch, knew the sensuous tension of a tautening nipple. He was aware of the response at once, his hips arching intimately against hers.
"Can't you see how much I want you?" he grated pleadingly, ceasing the ruthless dominance of her mouth to begin stringing tiny heated kisses along her throat to the top of her breast.
"Why should your desires matter to me?" she charged tightly, and then spoiled the cold effect of the words by gasping as his tongue stroked her nipple.
"Because you're the only one who can satisfy them!" he almost snarled.
He shifted his weight slightly, pulling her blouse completely free of her skirt and pushing the silky material aside to expose her to his hungry gaze.
"You hardly know me!" she accused in a breathless whisper, horribly aware of the most vulnerable sensation she had ever known. Never had a man used his superior strength to hold her immobile like this while he took his time feasting on the sight of her.
"I knew all I needed to know about you within the first few minutes of meeting you, sweetheart," he contradicted softly, spreading his hand flat between the valley of her breasts and sliding it down to her stomach, which contracted at his touch.
"Did your dazzling perception also tell you that I'll never forgive you for humiliating me like this?" she gritted as his jade eyes lifted to clash with hers.
He lowered his head and briefly kissed the warm skin of her waist and then smiled down into her enraged eyes. "I'm not humiliating you, honey, I'm making love to you."
"You've got your terminology wrong. 'Rape' is the word you should be using. I doubt if you know the meaning of
'making love'!"
That, at least, seemed to get through to him. His dark eyes narrowed and the caressing fingers on her stomach halted for an instant.
"You think I would do that to you?" he rasped fiercely.
"I think it's pretty damn obvious that's what you're
doing!" she flung back, knowing she had just found a tiny weapon.
"No! You're going to want me as much as I want you," he promised, his nails lightly scoring the sensitive skin around her navel.
"Do I sound like I want you?" she dared recklessly.
"You're just afraid to admit the truth at this point, but you will before we're finished!"
"Famous last words! What happens if we finish and I still haven't admitted the 'truth,' as you call it? What will you do then, Locke Channing? Find another justification for what you've done?"
His hand went to her thigh under the hem of her skirt and he leaned forward to touch his tongue to the delicate area of flesh just above the waistband.
"If I make you mine tonight, there won't be any need for justification in the morning," he swore heavily.
She felt his fingers trailing upward in small exquisite forays, slick and tingling against the nylon of her panty hose, and Kelly drew in her breath. When she would have moved her legs in an effort to deny him what he sought, he trapped one ankle beneath his own. Once again she knew the dismaying vulnerability.
"You lied to me this evening," she managed, gulping air. "You aren't going to waste your time seducing me into surrendering, are you? You're simply going to force yourself on me! You don't need me for the kind of satisfaction you want. Why don't you go out and find a more willing woman? Or do you get some sort of perverted pleasure out of rape?"
"Shut up!" he ordered abruptly. "You're working yourself up into a panic."
"The one quality you're not lacking is nerve, is it, Locke?" she retorted bitterly. "You attack me, use your strength against me, and then accuse me of panicking! Sorry, but there aren't a whole lot of alternatives available to me. I assure you that when I'm free I'll find something more suitable like phoning for the police!"
"Stop it, Kelly!" he bit out, withdrawing his hand from her leg and gathering
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