him. She should feel flattered. He didn't talk to any other woman this way. She made him feel safe enough to open up.
Speaking of safe, she leaned over in her seat, stretching across the empty space between them, and delivered a peck on his smooth cheek.
"There." Perhaps that would keep him happy. Make him stop treating her like a joke.
He leaned back and leisurely pulled his BlackBerry from his vest pocket. He made a show of dialing a series of digits without letting her see what number it actually was.
"Darius," he said, too loudly. Really, he might as well have been on stage. "Don't bother following us. She's not ready for this."
As he mimed pressing the off button, she noticed her arms had crossed over her chest. Irritating male.
"Your brother," she informed him, "is speed dial number one on your phone. So don't think you fool me."
He shrugged. "I can phone that number just as easily."
She fought to keep her teeth from grinding. He didn't care for her, but he schemed to keep her from being with anyone else. He wanted her encased in amber like a trapped fly, something to bring out and marvel at every once in a while.
Before she changed her mind, she undid her seat belt. They were both seat belt kind of people. Cautious. Guarded. Well, she'd lost her bid for him anyway. So why not toy with danger?
She hiked up her skirt and moved to his side of the limo. Lifting her leg over his thighs, she straddled him, putting them face to face for what might be the first time. He was so tall and she so short—had they ever truly looked each other in the eye?
The beauty of his midnight eyes struck her physically. And having him between her legs—she could barely breathe. But the best thing was the look of pure stupefaction on his face. He betrayed far too much emotion. He hadn't expected this. Hadn't thought her capable of it.
"Is this better?" Her words came out breathy and seductive.
"Much better," he said, recovering from his shock. His hands moved to grip the backs of her thighs under her dress. With the heat of his palms against her skin, intimately pressed where her legs met her butt, she had to fight her blush.
Yet this was where she'd wanted him ever since she'd returned to Ulai with her father. And right now, it didn't feel like he was laughing at her or mocking her lack of experience. It felt very much like he wanted her the way a man wants a woman.
"I like it better, too," she told him, in a voice too sexy to have come from her.
Then she gave herself what she'd craved for months, a taste of his mouth.
She'd obsessed over his full lips every night, dreaming of touching them with her own. The reality was better than any dream. His lips were warm and firm, and moved with sensuous confidence. God, he tasted so good, like the scent of spice he wore. Her lipstick slicked the kiss, made her lips slide over his as she licked and sucked at him.
He, of all miracles, responded to her. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer. Sounds of appreciation rumbled in his chest. She had done that. She had made him nearly growl with desire.
But before she could glory in her power over him, he took control. He parted her lips, demanding entrance to her mouth. She didn't need persuading, but opened for him, just as hungry for more as he was.
It was the most erotic thing she'd ever felt. Far better than the few fumbling kisses she'd had from high school boyfriends who got scared off by her father or tempted away by her sisters' charms. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth, as if he was determined to discover all her secret places. She welcomed him, sucking him in like she couldn't get enough. She savored every sensation, tried to burn the feeling of being close to him, held by him, and even exposed to him, into her memory so she could revisit this place in the lonely nights to come.
She tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and ran her short nails over his scalp. He seemed to like it, dropping his
Speaking of safe, she leaned over in her seat, stretching across the empty space between them, and delivered a peck on his smooth cheek.
"There." Perhaps that would keep him happy. Make him stop treating her like a joke.
He leaned back and leisurely pulled his BlackBerry from his vest pocket. He made a show of dialing a series of digits without letting her see what number it actually was.
"Darius," he said, too loudly. Really, he might as well have been on stage. "Don't bother following us. She's not ready for this."
As he mimed pressing the off button, she noticed her arms had crossed over her chest. Irritating male.
"Your brother," she informed him, "is speed dial number one on your phone. So don't think you fool me."
He shrugged. "I can phone that number just as easily."
She fought to keep her teeth from grinding. He didn't care for her, but he schemed to keep her from being with anyone else. He wanted her encased in amber like a trapped fly, something to bring out and marvel at every once in a while.
Before she changed her mind, she undid her seat belt. They were both seat belt kind of people. Cautious. Guarded. Well, she'd lost her bid for him anyway. So why not toy with danger?
She hiked up her skirt and moved to his side of the limo. Lifting her leg over his thighs, she straddled him, putting them face to face for what might be the first time. He was so tall and she so short—had they ever truly looked each other in the eye?
The beauty of his midnight eyes struck her physically. And having him between her legs—she could barely breathe. But the best thing was the look of pure stupefaction on his face. He betrayed far too much emotion. He hadn't expected this. Hadn't thought her capable of it.
"Is this better?" Her words came out breathy and seductive.
"Much better," he said, recovering from his shock. His hands moved to grip the backs of her thighs under her dress. With the heat of his palms against her skin, intimately pressed where her legs met her butt, she had to fight her blush.
Yet this was where she'd wanted him ever since she'd returned to Ulai with her father. And right now, it didn't feel like he was laughing at her or mocking her lack of experience. It felt very much like he wanted her the way a man wants a woman.
"I like it better, too," she told him, in a voice too sexy to have come from her.
Then she gave herself what she'd craved for months, a taste of his mouth.
She'd obsessed over his full lips every night, dreaming of touching them with her own. The reality was better than any dream. His lips were warm and firm, and moved with sensuous confidence. God, he tasted so good, like the scent of spice he wore. Her lipstick slicked the kiss, made her lips slide over his as she licked and sucked at him.
He, of all miracles, responded to her. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer. Sounds of appreciation rumbled in his chest. She had done that. She had made him nearly growl with desire.
But before she could glory in her power over him, he took control. He parted her lips, demanding entrance to her mouth. She didn't need persuading, but opened for him, just as hungry for more as he was.
It was the most erotic thing she'd ever felt. Far better than the few fumbling kisses she'd had from high school boyfriends who got scared off by her father or tempted away by her sisters' charms. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth, as if he was determined to discover all her secret places. She welcomed him, sucking him in like she couldn't get enough. She savored every sensation, tried to burn the feeling of being close to him, held by him, and even exposed to him, into her memory so she could revisit this place in the lonely nights to come.
She tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and ran her short nails over his scalp. He seemed to like it, dropping his
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