smart move to tell her he'd been comparing her to his uncle. "I was remembering how you taste."
Her cheeks flamed in a charming blush before she looked back to her task. Something vulnerable in the set of her shoulders warned him to proceed carefully. But now that the thought of how she tasted had been resurrected, he was powerless to resist going to her.
She straightened and faced him, eyes wide. There must be a million things he should be doing other than this, but for the life of him, he couldn't imagine what they were. The only thing that mattered at the moment was tasting her again.
He didn't stop until his chest nearly touched hers and still she didn't back down. One hand rose of its own volition and pushed her hat back until it toppled to the ground and her hair slid down around her shoulders. And still she stood her ground.
The only sign of nervousness came when the tip of her tongue slipped over her lower lip. "Just so you know, I intend to have you. Soon." The words dragged themselves from him before he could stop them.
Kate's eyes flared wide and when she opened her mouth to say something, he struck, leaning in to claim her lips before she could say anything he didn't want to hear. She could have pulled away at any instant, but she stood firm and accepted his kiss.
Chapter Ten
Why the hell did she just stand there and let him ravish her mouth? He only touched her with his mouth, not holding or forcing her by any stretch of imagination. And yet nothing could have made her move away from him. Not even his warning.
Every fiber of her being wanted to surrender, to lean into him and have him put his arms around her and kiss her for real. Yet if he got any more real, she wouldn't survive it.
A low sound rumbled through him and he dropped his hands to her waist, his fingers searing through her shirt. He drew back a little, just enough to prompt her to meet him more than halfway. And like some kind… Well, like someone else, she followed, practically begging for more.
Everything that had gone before suddenly felt like preschool as he growled and slid his hands down to her ass and drew her inexorably toward him. While he claimed her mouth with a ruthless possession that reminded her of the single-minded focus of the stallions at breeding time. A slight adjustment brought the hard ridge of his arousal against her lower belly in a way that made her wish clothing didn't exist.
He drew away from her mouth a little and blazed a trail of kisses along her jaw. "Put your hands on me, Kate."
The command flooded her with embarrassment. He kissed her with some kind of earth-shattering intensity and there she stood like a bump on a log. She started to pull away.
"No, you don't." He nipped her lower lip. "Touch me, Kate. Now."
Humiliation forgotten, she followed the order and let her hands rest lightly on his chest. The sudden realization that she'd never touched a grown man's chest prompted a need to explore. Her fingertips traced the contours of muscle and bone and endless fascination followed.
A choked groan sounded and he drew his head back enough to look down at her. "Kate, I need you to tell me now. Have you done this before?"
The question brought a rush of memories of frantic groping and frustrating attempts, always with a sense of something massive looming just ahead—something that never happened. After a while, it just took more effort than it was worth and Kate stopped bothering with it. "It's been a little while." He didn't need to know there was probably something wrong with her.
"Just so you know, you're driving me crazy." He dipped his head again and took her mouth in a quick hard kiss. "We need to finish setting up camp so I at least have a blanket to lay you on." Stepping around her, he went on to take care of some other task.
God, she had to put a stop to this. She couldn't sleep with some guy she'd just met. Even if he was drop dead sexy. Even if he did make her feel like a heroine in a
Her cheeks flamed in a charming blush before she looked back to her task. Something vulnerable in the set of her shoulders warned him to proceed carefully. But now that the thought of how she tasted had been resurrected, he was powerless to resist going to her.
She straightened and faced him, eyes wide. There must be a million things he should be doing other than this, but for the life of him, he couldn't imagine what they were. The only thing that mattered at the moment was tasting her again.
He didn't stop until his chest nearly touched hers and still she didn't back down. One hand rose of its own volition and pushed her hat back until it toppled to the ground and her hair slid down around her shoulders. And still she stood her ground.
The only sign of nervousness came when the tip of her tongue slipped over her lower lip. "Just so you know, I intend to have you. Soon." The words dragged themselves from him before he could stop them.
Kate's eyes flared wide and when she opened her mouth to say something, he struck, leaning in to claim her lips before she could say anything he didn't want to hear. She could have pulled away at any instant, but she stood firm and accepted his kiss.
Chapter Ten
Why the hell did she just stand there and let him ravish her mouth? He only touched her with his mouth, not holding or forcing her by any stretch of imagination. And yet nothing could have made her move away from him. Not even his warning.
Every fiber of her being wanted to surrender, to lean into him and have him put his arms around her and kiss her for real. Yet if he got any more real, she wouldn't survive it.
A low sound rumbled through him and he dropped his hands to her waist, his fingers searing through her shirt. He drew back a little, just enough to prompt her to meet him more than halfway. And like some kind… Well, like someone else, she followed, practically begging for more.
Everything that had gone before suddenly felt like preschool as he growled and slid his hands down to her ass and drew her inexorably toward him. While he claimed her mouth with a ruthless possession that reminded her of the single-minded focus of the stallions at breeding time. A slight adjustment brought the hard ridge of his arousal against her lower belly in a way that made her wish clothing didn't exist.
He drew away from her mouth a little and blazed a trail of kisses along her jaw. "Put your hands on me, Kate."
The command flooded her with embarrassment. He kissed her with some kind of earth-shattering intensity and there she stood like a bump on a log. She started to pull away.
"No, you don't." He nipped her lower lip. "Touch me, Kate. Now."
Humiliation forgotten, she followed the order and let her hands rest lightly on his chest. The sudden realization that she'd never touched a grown man's chest prompted a need to explore. Her fingertips traced the contours of muscle and bone and endless fascination followed.
A choked groan sounded and he drew his head back enough to look down at her. "Kate, I need you to tell me now. Have you done this before?"
The question brought a rush of memories of frantic groping and frustrating attempts, always with a sense of something massive looming just ahead—something that never happened. After a while, it just took more effort than it was worth and Kate stopped bothering with it. "It's been a little while." He didn't need to know there was probably something wrong with her.
"Just so you know, you're driving me crazy." He dipped his head again and took her mouth in a quick hard kiss. "We need to finish setting up camp so I at least have a blanket to lay you on." Stepping around her, he went on to take care of some other task.
God, she had to put a stop to this. She couldn't sleep with some guy she'd just met. Even if he was drop dead sexy. Even if he did make her feel like a heroine in a
Similar Books
