that sent her tumbling
to the ground. The man landed beside her.
The next instant she was flat on her back, pinned beneath
his body. She was winded, but at least he was keeping most of his
substantial weight on his elbows. She tried a sheepish smile. "You
can't blame me for trying," she said.
The way he was looking at her put an end to her attempt at
humor. His eyes were moodily intent, as though he couldn't decide
whether to chew her out or make love to her. Randy wasn't frightened
that he would hurt her, but she
was
annoyed that
he'd put an end to her escape attempt. She tried to wriggle away,
failed completely and promptly ordered him to let her go-He shook his
head. "I don't think so."
She didn't waste her time arguing. Instead she relaxed for
a few moments, hoping to catch him off-guard, and then started to fight
him in earnest. But he simply caught at her wrists and forced them up
over her head, holding them with a single, firm hand.
Breathing hard now, Randy stared up at him. He didn't look
at all angry anymore, only aroused. She could feel his hard contours
pressing against her body and was shocked at her awakening response to
him. His eyes dropped to her mouth for several long seconds, and then
he eased himself against her, obviously intending to kiss her.
Randy quickly turned her head to the side, confused by the
rush of heat that suddenly shimmered through her, but the man simply
released her wrists and started to nuzzle her neck. His lips were firm,
cool and gentle on her skin. Randy didn't want to respond, but his
murmured, "You're beautiful," had an alarming effect on her common
sense.
His hand feathered lightly up her side, trailing fire
through her thighs, her stomach and then her breasts. When he stretched
over to reach her mouth and began to nibble at her lower lip she closed
her eyes and thought to herself that the situation was impossible. She
didn't even know his name, so why was her body aching this way?
The longer he played with her mouth the lower her defenses
dropped. Ultimately she abandoned her efforts at resistance, gave a
little moan of concession and allowed her lips to part.
She'd dated more than one actor acclaimed for his
on-screen technique, but nothing had prepared her for this man's expert
conquest of her mouth. He alternated deep, satisfying kisses with
tantalizing nips and caresses, so that each time he withdrew to tease
her she became more excited and submissive, more eager for him to take
her mouth again. Her arms found their way around his neck and she
arched her body to meet his demanding movements, too aroused to stop
him when his hand wandered underneath her blouse to stroke a swollen
breast.
When he slowly pulled away Randy could only stare up at
him, at first confused that he'd stopped, and then embarrassed by the
wildness of her own response. His breathing was far more regular than
her own, his expression much calmer. "The ground isn't very
comfortable," he said with a complacent smile. "If you ask me nicely
I'll take you inside to bed now."
Randy was mortified. Hadn't she learned
anything
from Sean Raley? She felt cheap and used and thoroughly disgusted with
herself. The man rolled off her, waiting for her answer, but she
maintained a tight-lipped silence and started to get up.
"Oh no you don't," he said, pulling her firmly down again.
"You aren't ready to ask me yet, is that it?"
When Randy didn't answer he went on rather cheerfully,
"That's okay, though. I can be patient when I have to be." He winked at
her, grinning broadly. "But not
too
patient,
Linda. Let's go eat."
The moment he released her Randy scrambled to her feet and
began walking rapidly back to the cabin. Her emotions were a chaotic
jumble of annoyance, humiliation and, much against her will, growing
bewitchment. She was beginning to suspect that her opponent could be
dangerously charming if he put his mind to it.
Back in the cabin, he gestured toward the kitchen,
prompting Randy to say irritably, "I
to the ground. The man landed beside her.
The next instant she was flat on her back, pinned beneath
his body. She was winded, but at least he was keeping most of his
substantial weight on his elbows. She tried a sheepish smile. "You
can't blame me for trying," she said.
The way he was looking at her put an end to her attempt at
humor. His eyes were moodily intent, as though he couldn't decide
whether to chew her out or make love to her. Randy wasn't frightened
that he would hurt her, but she
was
annoyed that
he'd put an end to her escape attempt. She tried to wriggle away,
failed completely and promptly ordered him to let her go-He shook his
head. "I don't think so."
She didn't waste her time arguing. Instead she relaxed for
a few moments, hoping to catch him off-guard, and then started to fight
him in earnest. But he simply caught at her wrists and forced them up
over her head, holding them with a single, firm hand.
Breathing hard now, Randy stared up at him. He didn't look
at all angry anymore, only aroused. She could feel his hard contours
pressing against her body and was shocked at her awakening response to
him. His eyes dropped to her mouth for several long seconds, and then
he eased himself against her, obviously intending to kiss her.
Randy quickly turned her head to the side, confused by the
rush of heat that suddenly shimmered through her, but the man simply
released her wrists and started to nuzzle her neck. His lips were firm,
cool and gentle on her skin. Randy didn't want to respond, but his
murmured, "You're beautiful," had an alarming effect on her common
sense.
His hand feathered lightly up her side, trailing fire
through her thighs, her stomach and then her breasts. When he stretched
over to reach her mouth and began to nibble at her lower lip she closed
her eyes and thought to herself that the situation was impossible. She
didn't even know his name, so why was her body aching this way?
The longer he played with her mouth the lower her defenses
dropped. Ultimately she abandoned her efforts at resistance, gave a
little moan of concession and allowed her lips to part.
She'd dated more than one actor acclaimed for his
on-screen technique, but nothing had prepared her for this man's expert
conquest of her mouth. He alternated deep, satisfying kisses with
tantalizing nips and caresses, so that each time he withdrew to tease
her she became more excited and submissive, more eager for him to take
her mouth again. Her arms found their way around his neck and she
arched her body to meet his demanding movements, too aroused to stop
him when his hand wandered underneath her blouse to stroke a swollen
breast.
When he slowly pulled away Randy could only stare up at
him, at first confused that he'd stopped, and then embarrassed by the
wildness of her own response. His breathing was far more regular than
her own, his expression much calmer. "The ground isn't very
comfortable," he said with a complacent smile. "If you ask me nicely
I'll take you inside to bed now."
Randy was mortified. Hadn't she learned
anything
from Sean Raley? She felt cheap and used and thoroughly disgusted with
herself. The man rolled off her, waiting for her answer, but she
maintained a tight-lipped silence and started to get up.
"Oh no you don't," he said, pulling her firmly down again.
"You aren't ready to ask me yet, is that it?"
When Randy didn't answer he went on rather cheerfully,
"That's okay, though. I can be patient when I have to be." He winked at
her, grinning broadly. "But not
too
patient,
Linda. Let's go eat."
The moment he released her Randy scrambled to her feet and
began walking rapidly back to the cabin. Her emotions were a chaotic
jumble of annoyance, humiliation and, much against her will, growing
bewitchment. She was beginning to suspect that her opponent could be
dangerously charming if he put his mind to it.
Back in the cabin, he gestured toward the kitchen,
prompting Randy to say irritably, "I
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