fluent in this particular form of mind-melting communication. There was no hint of hesitancy in his kiss, no tentative getting-to-know-you pressure. From the moment their lips touched, it was a bold devouring that conquered her mind, body and soul.
This wasn’t a kiss. This was a claiming.
From the moment he’d entered her life, she had wondered on some basic, purely feminine level what his mouth felt like. Tasted like. His full lower lip fascinated her, and the corners that curved with wicked sensuality made her suspect it was capable of all sorts of voluptuous sin. But to have it pressed against hers as if he had wondered the same thing was enough to dissolve her every lucid thought. He kissed her as if it were the one thing he had been put on earth to do, and he was going to do it until he’d mastered the craft.
His mouth was molten steel covered in crushed silk—hot and firm, yet pliant enough to mold to hers with breathtaking hunger. A riot of dizzy delight exploded in her chest, shooting fireworks of desire, heat and crazed joy through her senses. His hand at her shoulder moved up to slide through her hair as the temperature between them soared, and with a gentle clenching of his fingers, he tilted her head back so that he could perfect the fit of his mouth against hers.
A rumble of pleasure sounded from him as he took the kiss deeper, coaxing her lips open and tasting her tongue with his. Shivers of giddy excitement raced through her at how easily their mouths mated, twining and teasing and begging for more. But beneath the building flame of desire was a piercing tenderness, as though with every touch he cherished her. There was no way to fight its sweet allure, and she didn’t want to. Instead she dived into that sweetness, her heart squeezing with an exquisite anguish she couldn’t name.
His hand drifted from her hair to her nape where he kneaded the taut muscles he found there. Those muscles melted beneath his expert touch, singing with luxurious delight at the unexpected massage. Her bones liquefied as he urged her closer, and only later would she worry about how they were in a public place, rolling over each other like they were the only two people on the planet. For now, the rest of the world was an inconsequential triviality, and with unbridled eagerness she leaned into his embrace because it was the most natural thing in the world to do.
The tips of her breasts brushed against the wall of his chest, and beneath the thin veil of her blouse and bra the sensitive peaks sprang to aching life. A sigh of delight escaped her as she brushed against him again to chase after that tantalizing friction, supporting her weight by resting her hand on the rock-solid column of his thigh.
Another sound rumbled from him, a purr of pleasure more addictive to her than any narcotic. Her fingers contracted on the delicious muscle-padded platform on which she supported herself, even as he found the hem of her blouse. His hand dived underneath the veiling material to flatten against her back as if wanting to absorb the feel of her into the pores of his skin. Minute tremors of sensation along her nerve endings emanated from wherever he touched, and the shudder in her breath made his lips curve in triumph. She didn’t care. Though logic told her he was little more than a stranger, she knew him. He was the safe harbor in a suddenly tempestuous sea full of monsters that shouldn’t exist, but did.
And with that thought came another—the image of a mysterious masked man who made her toes curl just as much as the man in her arms now.
Kendall retreated before she was consciously aware of doing so. But there was no help for it. Zeke was all sorts of perfect when it came to her personal taste in men, except for one problem. It wasn’t kosher to react in such a headlong rush when part of her was thinking of someone else. She wouldn’t want a man to have another woman in his head when he was kissing her, so it was hardly fair to
This wasn’t a kiss. This was a claiming.
From the moment he’d entered her life, she had wondered on some basic, purely feminine level what his mouth felt like. Tasted like. His full lower lip fascinated her, and the corners that curved with wicked sensuality made her suspect it was capable of all sorts of voluptuous sin. But to have it pressed against hers as if he had wondered the same thing was enough to dissolve her every lucid thought. He kissed her as if it were the one thing he had been put on earth to do, and he was going to do it until he’d mastered the craft.
His mouth was molten steel covered in crushed silk—hot and firm, yet pliant enough to mold to hers with breathtaking hunger. A riot of dizzy delight exploded in her chest, shooting fireworks of desire, heat and crazed joy through her senses. His hand at her shoulder moved up to slide through her hair as the temperature between them soared, and with a gentle clenching of his fingers, he tilted her head back so that he could perfect the fit of his mouth against hers.
A rumble of pleasure sounded from him as he took the kiss deeper, coaxing her lips open and tasting her tongue with his. Shivers of giddy excitement raced through her at how easily their mouths mated, twining and teasing and begging for more. But beneath the building flame of desire was a piercing tenderness, as though with every touch he cherished her. There was no way to fight its sweet allure, and she didn’t want to. Instead she dived into that sweetness, her heart squeezing with an exquisite anguish she couldn’t name.
His hand drifted from her hair to her nape where he kneaded the taut muscles he found there. Those muscles melted beneath his expert touch, singing with luxurious delight at the unexpected massage. Her bones liquefied as he urged her closer, and only later would she worry about how they were in a public place, rolling over each other like they were the only two people on the planet. For now, the rest of the world was an inconsequential triviality, and with unbridled eagerness she leaned into his embrace because it was the most natural thing in the world to do.
The tips of her breasts brushed against the wall of his chest, and beneath the thin veil of her blouse and bra the sensitive peaks sprang to aching life. A sigh of delight escaped her as she brushed against him again to chase after that tantalizing friction, supporting her weight by resting her hand on the rock-solid column of his thigh.
Another sound rumbled from him, a purr of pleasure more addictive to her than any narcotic. Her fingers contracted on the delicious muscle-padded platform on which she supported herself, even as he found the hem of her blouse. His hand dived underneath the veiling material to flatten against her back as if wanting to absorb the feel of her into the pores of his skin. Minute tremors of sensation along her nerve endings emanated from wherever he touched, and the shudder in her breath made his lips curve in triumph. She didn’t care. Though logic told her he was little more than a stranger, she knew him. He was the safe harbor in a suddenly tempestuous sea full of monsters that shouldn’t exist, but did.
And with that thought came another—the image of a mysterious masked man who made her toes curl just as much as the man in her arms now.
Kendall retreated before she was consciously aware of doing so. But there was no help for it. Zeke was all sorts of perfect when it came to her personal taste in men, except for one problem. It wasn’t kosher to react in such a headlong rush when part of her was thinking of someone else. She wouldn’t want a man to have another woman in his head when he was kissing her, so it was hardly fair to
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