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his match…his match, his woman…he wanted to—
He denied that thought and tossed her back to Fadey, who was chuckling.
Mikhail turned toward the kitchen again and away from the raging need to sweep Ellie back into his arms. On the beach, he’d wanted to claim her fully, to possess her. The sensual purrs deep in her throat had ignited his senses, his need to caress that long curved body with his hands, to hold her as she quivered, taut against him. He could still feel that storm of silky hair in his hands, the smooth heat of her skin against his face, the rapid pulse in her throat.
She’d responded too honestly for a game and that was unnerving; he’d tasted the sweetness of her open lips, felt her heat rise and—
He stiffened at his father’s chuckle behind him and Ellie’s “Let me go. Let me at him. He’s just showing off that he’s bigger and stronger than I am. But I’m a whole lot smarter. I can take him down anytime.”
Mikhail stopped and turned slowly to see Fadey laughing and restraining Ellie by an arm around her waist. If Mikhail touched her now, felt that slender curved body arching up to him, he’d—
“I kissed her. She liked it, and now she’s mad. I had to carry her here, otherwise she would have run from me and I would have had to chase her. I would have kissed her again, and she would have liked it, and then been more mad. It made everything much simpler to carry her,” Mikhail stated baldly. “She wants me, of course.”
“Of course,” Fadey agreed, his grin widening.
Ellie glared at him, her eyes the color of storm clouds, her lips trembling with unspoken words. Furious, she seemed to shoot off sparks, her hair gleaming and alive as she trembled, her body taut. She shook loose from Fadey’s arm and stood with her legs braced apart, her fists balled at her side. Clearly fighting to restrain herself, Ellie blew back a stand of hair from her forehead. “I’m going to take you down, bud. Your son is too arrogant, Fadey.”
She was glorious, Mikhail thought. His body heated and hummed, the need to feel her lips burn his warring with his cautions….
He sensed that if caution and layers of civilization were torn away, she could devour him sensually, as he could her—In effect, Ellie was a dangerous, exciting, emotional woman who would always test him, verbally or sensually.
Those kisses on the beach had shown more passion and tender excitement than intimacy with his ex-wife, and now that he’d had a taste he hungered for more. The stark need to fit her body to his, without the restrictions of clothing, to run his hands over those curves, to taste her, riveted him as they stared at each other.
From across the room, he could feel her passion—and her shimmering fury, like a high ocean storm enveloping him.
Ellie jolted him back to his body’s hunger, whether he liked it or not.
Retreat? Yes, but then he would never know how it would feel to claim her, to take and be taken, because Ellie would be a fierce, wild lover—or more devastatingly, a sweet, tender one. And he had to follow the path set on the beach….
“I apologize for Mikhail. I am afraid he is a little like his brother and his father,” Fadey said when he stopped chuckling. Then to Mikhail, he said quietly, “So it has begun. The storm and the woman.”
Mikhail inhaled roughly. He nodded curtly, admitting thetruth his father had recognized instantly. “She isn’t what I want.”
Fadey shrugged lightly, an acceptance that life brought as it chose.
“If you think I would actually want someone like him,” Ellie shot back, as her hair shimmered and glowed, almost alive around her face. “Think again. He—he picked me up and carried me. He was just showing that he’s the superior male, he’s stronger, that he…”
“You want me, and you know it,” Mikhail stated, because there was nothing to hide from his father now. Ellie bore the look of a woman who had been well kissed, and for whatever
He denied that thought and tossed her back to Fadey, who was chuckling.
Mikhail turned toward the kitchen again and away from the raging need to sweep Ellie back into his arms. On the beach, he’d wanted to claim her fully, to possess her. The sensual purrs deep in her throat had ignited his senses, his need to caress that long curved body with his hands, to hold her as she quivered, taut against him. He could still feel that storm of silky hair in his hands, the smooth heat of her skin against his face, the rapid pulse in her throat.
She’d responded too honestly for a game and that was unnerving; he’d tasted the sweetness of her open lips, felt her heat rise and—
He stiffened at his father’s chuckle behind him and Ellie’s “Let me go. Let me at him. He’s just showing off that he’s bigger and stronger than I am. But I’m a whole lot smarter. I can take him down anytime.”
Mikhail stopped and turned slowly to see Fadey laughing and restraining Ellie by an arm around her waist. If Mikhail touched her now, felt that slender curved body arching up to him, he’d—
“I kissed her. She liked it, and now she’s mad. I had to carry her here, otherwise she would have run from me and I would have had to chase her. I would have kissed her again, and she would have liked it, and then been more mad. It made everything much simpler to carry her,” Mikhail stated baldly. “She wants me, of course.”
“Of course,” Fadey agreed, his grin widening.
Ellie glared at him, her eyes the color of storm clouds, her lips trembling with unspoken words. Furious, she seemed to shoot off sparks, her hair gleaming and alive as she trembled, her body taut. She shook loose from Fadey’s arm and stood with her legs braced apart, her fists balled at her side. Clearly fighting to restrain herself, Ellie blew back a stand of hair from her forehead. “I’m going to take you down, bud. Your son is too arrogant, Fadey.”
She was glorious, Mikhail thought. His body heated and hummed, the need to feel her lips burn his warring with his cautions….
He sensed that if caution and layers of civilization were torn away, she could devour him sensually, as he could her—In effect, Ellie was a dangerous, exciting, emotional woman who would always test him, verbally or sensually.
Those kisses on the beach had shown more passion and tender excitement than intimacy with his ex-wife, and now that he’d had a taste he hungered for more. The stark need to fit her body to his, without the restrictions of clothing, to run his hands over those curves, to taste her, riveted him as they stared at each other.
From across the room, he could feel her passion—and her shimmering fury, like a high ocean storm enveloping him.
Ellie jolted him back to his body’s hunger, whether he liked it or not.
Retreat? Yes, but then he would never know how it would feel to claim her, to take and be taken, because Ellie would be a fierce, wild lover—or more devastatingly, a sweet, tender one. And he had to follow the path set on the beach….
“I apologize for Mikhail. I am afraid he is a little like his brother and his father,” Fadey said when he stopped chuckling. Then to Mikhail, he said quietly, “So it has begun. The storm and the woman.”
Mikhail inhaled roughly. He nodded curtly, admitting thetruth his father had recognized instantly. “She isn’t what I want.”
Fadey shrugged lightly, an acceptance that life brought as it chose.
“If you think I would actually want someone like him,” Ellie shot back, as her hair shimmered and glowed, almost alive around her face. “Think again. He—he picked me up and carried me. He was just showing that he’s the superior male, he’s stronger, that he…”
“You want me, and you know it,” Mikhail stated, because there was nothing to hide from his father now. Ellie bore the look of a woman who had been well kissed, and for whatever
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