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Authors: Nancy Corrigan
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scattered, lost in the endless waves of ecstasy.
Ian. She whispered his name in her head, the best she could do while he still loved her mouth.
He banded his strong arms around her and pressed her tighter against his body. His touch centered her, seemed to pull all the little pieces back…
And built them up around him.
The sensation passed. Reality returned, but she felt him there, hovering in her soul.
He’d left a piece of himself inside her.
Like a god could.
She tore her mouth from his and stumbled out of his grip. He focused hazel eyes on her.
Glowing hazel eyes.
Curses whipped through her head. Disbelief followed. He took a step toward her. She scrambled back, but he advanced on her in a predatory swagger that warned she would soon become his.
Forever.
“Stop.” She held up a hand. He froze and glanced from her palm to her face. His brows pinched. “What are you?”
Chapter Seven
Ian heard Tegan’s words but couldn’t make sense of them. He shifted his focus from her mouth to the sultry brown eyes of his personal goddess. Fear widened them.
What had he done?
He reined in the lust consuming him as completely as the rage that had landed him in Hell.
“Answer me.”
Her low, rich voice cut through the hazy fog blanketing his brain. The huskiness to it didn’t match the trembling in her limbs.
Dammit, all he’d done was kiss her. And make her come all over my hand. He shook off the thought before the desire he felt for Tegan turned him into a hungry beast.
She dropped her arm and curled her fingers into a fist. “What are you?”
He glanced at her white knuckles. The sight of them bothered him as much as her anxiety-stricken eyes did. He snatched her hand and tugged her into his embrace. She pushed against him, but he slid a hand to the back of her neck and held her still.
Gaze locked on hers, he told her the truth. “Yours.” He pressed his lips to hers. “I’m yours.”
A shaky sigh fell from her mouth. He captured the sound with a kiss. She didn’t fight his gentle seduction, the only kind he could give at the moment. It took every ounce of control he had not to push her up against the nearest hard surface and plunge into her.
He twined his tongue with hers, but she didn’t respond as she had moments ago. She remained stiff in his arms.
He pulled back. Wary eyes watched him. Something bothered her. “Tell me.”
She licked her lips, and her eyelids fluttered. He enjoyed the sight. It made him wonder if she enjoyed his taste as much as he did hers. Her flavor was as sweet as she smelled. He bent his head to indulge his craving for more. She stopped him with a finger over his parted lips.
“Wait, Ian. We’ve been manipulated. This isn’t real.”
He trailed his hands down her back to her lush ass and kneaded her plumpness. It would feel so damn good to take her from behind. He pushed the thought away. Focus. He had to focus on Tegan, not sex. He flashed her a lopsided grin.
“You feel real, and your tight body squeezing my fingers certainly felt real. Plus…” He reversed the path of his hand and slipped his hand under the plain black T-shirt she wore. With practiced ease, he unhooked her bra. He might not have fucked Cynthia, but he’d worshipped her body. For the first time, though, guilt choked him.
Let it go. I didn’t know Tegan was real.
A deep breath of vanilla-scented air eased the tightness in his chest. Regret would destroy him. He’d learned that after his family died. The past couldn’t be changed. Only the future mattered, and his included Tegan.
He caressed her skin, slowly inching his way to her chest. Her breaths quickened, and her body tensed. Before she could push out of his arms, he captured one of her breasts. She froze. Desire softened her soulful brown eyes, no hint of fear. His unease faded. Whatever had frightened her had nothing to do with him. He hoped.
He ran his finger over her nipple. It pebbled under the simple touch. He gave her a
Ian. She whispered his name in her head, the best she could do while he still loved her mouth.
He banded his strong arms around her and pressed her tighter against his body. His touch centered her, seemed to pull all the little pieces back…
And built them up around him.
The sensation passed. Reality returned, but she felt him there, hovering in her soul.
He’d left a piece of himself inside her.
Like a god could.
She tore her mouth from his and stumbled out of his grip. He focused hazel eyes on her.
Glowing hazel eyes.
Curses whipped through her head. Disbelief followed. He took a step toward her. She scrambled back, but he advanced on her in a predatory swagger that warned she would soon become his.
Forever.
“Stop.” She held up a hand. He froze and glanced from her palm to her face. His brows pinched. “What are you?”
Chapter Seven
Ian heard Tegan’s words but couldn’t make sense of them. He shifted his focus from her mouth to the sultry brown eyes of his personal goddess. Fear widened them.
What had he done?
He reined in the lust consuming him as completely as the rage that had landed him in Hell.
“Answer me.”
Her low, rich voice cut through the hazy fog blanketing his brain. The huskiness to it didn’t match the trembling in her limbs.
Dammit, all he’d done was kiss her. And make her come all over my hand. He shook off the thought before the desire he felt for Tegan turned him into a hungry beast.
She dropped her arm and curled her fingers into a fist. “What are you?”
He glanced at her white knuckles. The sight of them bothered him as much as her anxiety-stricken eyes did. He snatched her hand and tugged her into his embrace. She pushed against him, but he slid a hand to the back of her neck and held her still.
Gaze locked on hers, he told her the truth. “Yours.” He pressed his lips to hers. “I’m yours.”
A shaky sigh fell from her mouth. He captured the sound with a kiss. She didn’t fight his gentle seduction, the only kind he could give at the moment. It took every ounce of control he had not to push her up against the nearest hard surface and plunge into her.
He twined his tongue with hers, but she didn’t respond as she had moments ago. She remained stiff in his arms.
He pulled back. Wary eyes watched him. Something bothered her. “Tell me.”
She licked her lips, and her eyelids fluttered. He enjoyed the sight. It made him wonder if she enjoyed his taste as much as he did hers. Her flavor was as sweet as she smelled. He bent his head to indulge his craving for more. She stopped him with a finger over his parted lips.
“Wait, Ian. We’ve been manipulated. This isn’t real.”
He trailed his hands down her back to her lush ass and kneaded her plumpness. It would feel so damn good to take her from behind. He pushed the thought away. Focus. He had to focus on Tegan, not sex. He flashed her a lopsided grin.
“You feel real, and your tight body squeezing my fingers certainly felt real. Plus…” He reversed the path of his hand and slipped his hand under the plain black T-shirt she wore. With practiced ease, he unhooked her bra. He might not have fucked Cynthia, but he’d worshipped her body. For the first time, though, guilt choked him.
Let it go. I didn’t know Tegan was real.
A deep breath of vanilla-scented air eased the tightness in his chest. Regret would destroy him. He’d learned that after his family died. The past couldn’t be changed. Only the future mattered, and his included Tegan.
He caressed her skin, slowly inching his way to her chest. Her breaths quickened, and her body tensed. Before she could push out of his arms, he captured one of her breasts. She froze. Desire softened her soulful brown eyes, no hint of fear. His unease faded. Whatever had frightened her had nothing to do with him. He hoped.
He ran his finger over her nipple. It pebbled under the simple touch. He gave her a
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