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head down, she muttered to herself, words he
couldn't quite make out. Probably a good thing, he decided. He doubted they
were complimentary, but damn, she looked good mad. Every line of her slender
body crackled with energy. Angry color brought a glow to her cheeks. Her
sapphire eyes flashed like blazing blue diamonds, striking sparks everywhere her
gaze touched and singeing holes in his protective shell.
"Allison—"
Whirling to face him mid-stride, she gave a laugh that
sounded a lot like the predatory growl of that jungle cat she'd reminded him
of. When she spoke, her luscious lips pulled back from her teeth in a snarl.
"DeeDee forwarded your profile to me. I chose you .
How the hell did you manage that? What, did you pay her to put you in my queue?"
Offended, Ben opened his mouth to deny that charge, at
least, but she tossed up her hand like an overzealous traffic cop.
"No, I forgot. You wouldn't have picked a princess like
me."
Ben hunched his shoulders. She was angry, yes, but there was
a shadow of hurt beneath her words. He'd never intended to wound her.
"Did DeeDee and Sally cook this up somehow? Did—"
"Look," Ben interrupted. He needed to cut her off
before this got any more out of hand. "Sally got it into her head that I
needed your friend's business to start meeting people again. I had no idea Dee
would send my profile to you, and I have no idea why she did. Sally had nothing
to do with it, but since she was the one who responded when you selected me,
she obviously knew who I was meeting today." And he'd give his darling,
interfering cousin a healthy piece of his mind about that as soon as he got home.
Right before he thanked her. "That's the sum total of the entire deal.
What we make of it from here is on us."
"What we make of it."
She gave a short burst of a laugh with bitterness layered
under it, but that was his tipping point. A stupid misunderstanding was not
going to keep him from getting to know this woman, and whatever ideas he'd had
before, damn it, he wanted to get to know her now. She was a high maintenance
princess, no doubt about it, but maybe he'd discover he liked princesses after
all. He was determined to find out. When she opened her mouth to speak again,
he grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her up to her royal tiptoes.
Eye to glaring eye, he said, "Yeah," and dove in.
This was no testing kiss, no gentle taste, but a possession.
He forced her lips open with his tongue and ravished her mouth, slanting his
lips across hers for deeper penetration. His hands clutched the length of her
hair, anchoring her, then smoothed down the curve of her back, molding her body
against him. Sizzling heat fired his blood, but he focused on her, bringing all
of his rusty skills, all of his frustrations, all of the new, uncomfortable
feelings she raised in him to the fore.
Their first kiss had been heavenly, a cautious introduction.
A sweet prelude to darker desires he'd kept a tight rein on, not wanting to
scare her away and not yet ready to give in to his own passion. This time he
eased off the choke chain. Just a little. Just enough to let her know who she
was dealing with and what he wanted from her. And he wanted all.
First time out of the gate? Come on, Ben, what are the
odds? Yet the twist in his gut told him she
was far more than he'd first given her credit for. That she was someone
special.
It was too soon, he knew it, but common sense didn't seem to
matter. Before much longer he would have her quivering beneath him. After six
years of near celibacy, it was too much to believe that he could have found his
mate on the first try, but he wasn't about to question the gifts of Fate. Fate
owed him. If she was meant to be his, he was ready to find out. And collect.
Her body, so rigid only moments before, softened against
him, and her mouth gave. Surrendered. He gentled the kiss in response, a
leisurely taste now, supping on the sweetness of her lips. Her hair tickled his
cheek and her hands,
couldn't quite make out. Probably a good thing, he decided. He doubted they
were complimentary, but damn, she looked good mad. Every line of her slender
body crackled with energy. Angry color brought a glow to her cheeks. Her
sapphire eyes flashed like blazing blue diamonds, striking sparks everywhere her
gaze touched and singeing holes in his protective shell.
"Allison—"
Whirling to face him mid-stride, she gave a laugh that
sounded a lot like the predatory growl of that jungle cat she'd reminded him
of. When she spoke, her luscious lips pulled back from her teeth in a snarl.
"DeeDee forwarded your profile to me. I chose you .
How the hell did you manage that? What, did you pay her to put you in my queue?"
Offended, Ben opened his mouth to deny that charge, at
least, but she tossed up her hand like an overzealous traffic cop.
"No, I forgot. You wouldn't have picked a princess like
me."
Ben hunched his shoulders. She was angry, yes, but there was
a shadow of hurt beneath her words. He'd never intended to wound her.
"Did DeeDee and Sally cook this up somehow? Did—"
"Look," Ben interrupted. He needed to cut her off
before this got any more out of hand. "Sally got it into her head that I
needed your friend's business to start meeting people again. I had no idea Dee
would send my profile to you, and I have no idea why she did. Sally had nothing
to do with it, but since she was the one who responded when you selected me,
she obviously knew who I was meeting today." And he'd give his darling,
interfering cousin a healthy piece of his mind about that as soon as he got home.
Right before he thanked her. "That's the sum total of the entire deal.
What we make of it from here is on us."
"What we make of it."
She gave a short burst of a laugh with bitterness layered
under it, but that was his tipping point. A stupid misunderstanding was not
going to keep him from getting to know this woman, and whatever ideas he'd had
before, damn it, he wanted to get to know her now. She was a high maintenance
princess, no doubt about it, but maybe he'd discover he liked princesses after
all. He was determined to find out. When she opened her mouth to speak again,
he grabbed her by the shoulders and hauled her up to her royal tiptoes.
Eye to glaring eye, he said, "Yeah," and dove in.
This was no testing kiss, no gentle taste, but a possession.
He forced her lips open with his tongue and ravished her mouth, slanting his
lips across hers for deeper penetration. His hands clutched the length of her
hair, anchoring her, then smoothed down the curve of her back, molding her body
against him. Sizzling heat fired his blood, but he focused on her, bringing all
of his rusty skills, all of his frustrations, all of the new, uncomfortable
feelings she raised in him to the fore.
Their first kiss had been heavenly, a cautious introduction.
A sweet prelude to darker desires he'd kept a tight rein on, not wanting to
scare her away and not yet ready to give in to his own passion. This time he
eased off the choke chain. Just a little. Just enough to let her know who she
was dealing with and what he wanted from her. And he wanted all.
First time out of the gate? Come on, Ben, what are the
odds? Yet the twist in his gut told him she
was far more than he'd first given her credit for. That she was someone
special.
It was too soon, he knew it, but common sense didn't seem to
matter. Before much longer he would have her quivering beneath him. After six
years of near celibacy, it was too much to believe that he could have found his
mate on the first try, but he wasn't about to question the gifts of Fate. Fate
owed him. If she was meant to be his, he was ready to find out. And collect.
Her body, so rigid only moments before, softened against
him, and her mouth gave. Surrendered. He gentled the kiss in response, a
leisurely taste now, supping on the sweetness of her lips. Her hair tickled his
cheek and her hands,
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