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gown were in the front, but Connor's hands were on them before Mackenzie could lift hers. He tied them at her breasts, and when he tucked the ties into the gown, his large hands brushed the tops of her breasts. The shiver of excitement that ran up her spine was echoed in Connor's eyes.
Mackenzie stood perfectly still like that, with his hands at her breasts, but not actually touching her. They were both frozen for a few seconds before Connor's head descended slowly to hers, his lips briefly brushing hers. The kiss was so soft, that if it weren't for the unmistakable heat, Mackenzie wouldn't have been completely certain that his lips had touched hers. Her lashes fluttered as her eyes opened and focused on Connor's face. Her breath caught in her lungs as all the amusement faded from his eyes. He looked at her hungrily as if she were a sweet to be devoured. As if he could mold her will to his own with that look. As if she would let the heavy drowsy feeling coming over her take charge. The naked desire caused her legs to turn to jelly. She swayed toward him and he caught her lips in a fierce kiss that crushed her body to his, and his lips to hers.
The spark that had been smoldering for the past day was igniting in slow burns wherever Connor touched her. His lips were unmercifully possessive, as they staked his undeniable claim without her permission to do so. This feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced; Mackenzie had never 69
wanted a man this much in her life. And the heat...the burn was not uncomfortable, it had the opposite effect. Mackenzie wanted more; she wanted to burn. She was amazed by how one kiss from this man had her knees giving out. As if he sensed it, or maybe he just knew his affect on women, his arm was around her waist, both supporting her and dragging her up to her toes. Her lush curves were pressed up against his hard unyielding body, and yet it wasn't close enough for her. Mackenzie pressed herself closer still, and it wasn't until Connor's fingers were on the laces he'd just tied, that reality came rushing back to her.
"Wait!" she exclaimed wide-eyed and tore her lips from his.
Connor stared into her eyes for a moment, before deciding what he saw there was encouragement enough. His lips brushed hers, his tongue traced her lips.
She stepped out of his embrace and pressed her hand to her lips, her breathing ragged. Connor stepped with her though, and gently pulled her hand from her mouth. Before he tugged her back into his arms, Mackenzie vaguely realized that his flawless control had slipped. This time his kiss was more demanding, more insistent. His lips were harder, bold and possessive, claiming her. She was right; he was losing control. While a part of her was thrilled that she was the cause of his loss of self-control, another part of her still couldn't shake the fact that he was her captor for all intents and purposes.
"Please don't," she said softly against his mouth, brushing his lips with each word .
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As Connor pulled back, slowly, she could hear his uneven breathing, and once more reveled at being the cause. He felt this sizzling desire as much as she did. Although the distance he put between them was minimal, it was enough for Mackenzie's swimming head to regain reason.
"Why not? You want me." He stated, rather than asked.
"No," her response was tremulous, and not at all convincing.
"I doona believe you." His head descended once more.
"Please?" Mackenzie whispered desperately, and closed her eyes. When he paused, she opened them slowly, warily, and asked him, "What do you want from me?"
Connor stared into her eyes for a long moment, as if he were looking for the answer to some unknown question. His hands were still around her waist, and she felt his fingers tighten, gripping until they dug into her flesh. Finally, he spoke.
"You are engaged to the Campbell."
"Y-es," Mackenzie drew it out slowly, trying to see where his line of questioning was heading. Connor wasn't
Mackenzie stood perfectly still like that, with his hands at her breasts, but not actually touching her. They were both frozen for a few seconds before Connor's head descended slowly to hers, his lips briefly brushing hers. The kiss was so soft, that if it weren't for the unmistakable heat, Mackenzie wouldn't have been completely certain that his lips had touched hers. Her lashes fluttered as her eyes opened and focused on Connor's face. Her breath caught in her lungs as all the amusement faded from his eyes. He looked at her hungrily as if she were a sweet to be devoured. As if he could mold her will to his own with that look. As if she would let the heavy drowsy feeling coming over her take charge. The naked desire caused her legs to turn to jelly. She swayed toward him and he caught her lips in a fierce kiss that crushed her body to his, and his lips to hers.
The spark that had been smoldering for the past day was igniting in slow burns wherever Connor touched her. His lips were unmercifully possessive, as they staked his undeniable claim without her permission to do so. This feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced; Mackenzie had never 69
wanted a man this much in her life. And the heat...the burn was not uncomfortable, it had the opposite effect. Mackenzie wanted more; she wanted to burn. She was amazed by how one kiss from this man had her knees giving out. As if he sensed it, or maybe he just knew his affect on women, his arm was around her waist, both supporting her and dragging her up to her toes. Her lush curves were pressed up against his hard unyielding body, and yet it wasn't close enough for her. Mackenzie pressed herself closer still, and it wasn't until Connor's fingers were on the laces he'd just tied, that reality came rushing back to her.
"Wait!" she exclaimed wide-eyed and tore her lips from his.
Connor stared into her eyes for a moment, before deciding what he saw there was encouragement enough. His lips brushed hers, his tongue traced her lips.
She stepped out of his embrace and pressed her hand to her lips, her breathing ragged. Connor stepped with her though, and gently pulled her hand from her mouth. Before he tugged her back into his arms, Mackenzie vaguely realized that his flawless control had slipped. This time his kiss was more demanding, more insistent. His lips were harder, bold and possessive, claiming her. She was right; he was losing control. While a part of her was thrilled that she was the cause of his loss of self-control, another part of her still couldn't shake the fact that he was her captor for all intents and purposes.
"Please don't," she said softly against his mouth, brushing his lips with each word .
70
As Connor pulled back, slowly, she could hear his uneven breathing, and once more reveled at being the cause. He felt this sizzling desire as much as she did. Although the distance he put between them was minimal, it was enough for Mackenzie's swimming head to regain reason.
"Why not? You want me." He stated, rather than asked.
"No," her response was tremulous, and not at all convincing.
"I doona believe you." His head descended once more.
"Please?" Mackenzie whispered desperately, and closed her eyes. When he paused, she opened them slowly, warily, and asked him, "What do you want from me?"
Connor stared into her eyes for a long moment, as if he were looking for the answer to some unknown question. His hands were still around her waist, and she felt his fingers tighten, gripping until they dug into her flesh. Finally, he spoke.
"You are engaged to the Campbell."
"Y-es," Mackenzie drew it out slowly, trying to see where his line of questioning was heading. Connor wasn't
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