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his tongue tracing the cartilage, then delving into the cavern, drawing a shiver from her.
Her heart thudded as his hand slid beneath her until his fingers found her nipple through her shirt and squeezed just hard enough to send fire shooting straight to her loins.
His tongue stroked her ear, his lips grazed her cheek. Gently, so gently. Toying with her before he struck.
His fingers moved under her, tugging at her shirt, pulling at her bra until his fingers were against her bare flesh, his palm warm against her breast. Her breathing turned ragged.
She felt his hand move again, releasing her breast.As the press of his thighs moved lower, to frame her own, he sat up and slipped his hand inside the waist of her sweatpants, his fingers sliding inside her panties to cup her butt cheek as he had her breast moments before. Then he leaned over her, his fingers kneading the flesh, his breath in her ear becoming as ragged as her own.
You set me on fire. His voice was low, pained, as his fingers dug into her, letting her feel his need, sending hers into an upward spiral.
He was half over her, half beside her when his palm flattened, his finger sliding into the crease of her buttocks and down, to stroke her swelling lips. His teeth grazed her earlobe, sending a shaft of wet heat straight to her core. His finger slid inside her, meeting that rush of heat.
Delaney gasped, trying to arch into his touch, but with him still half-straddling her, she had nowhere to move, nowhere to go. He stroked her, playing with her until she was soft and hot and wild with need. Then he released her and rose, only to straddle her calves.
She tried to rise, her arms shaking, but he dug his fingers into her waistband and yanked downward, pulling her pants and panties down to her thighs in a single jerk of a move, baring her to the cool air. To his gaze. Stealing her last scrap of protection.
Heat turned to fear on the certainty that he meant to take his revenge upon her body. Panic flared, and she tried to roll away, but his palm fanned across the small of her back, slamming her to the mattress.
Her heart thudded. Her mouth went dry.
His free hand dug into her butt cheek. Im not going to hurt you. But the thread of anger in his voice did nothing to reassure her.
Tears burned the backs of her eyes. Fear knotted in her gut. If she was ready for him, it shouldnt hurt, but if he wanted to hurt her, there were other ways. She knew too well the cruelty men could visit on women before they killed them.While they killed them. She had the crime photos hanging all over the walls of her living room to prove it.
She already knew this guy had a sick mind. God knew what he might
Dont be afraid of me!
She froze. Im not. Her words sounded calm, soothing, despite the tears closing her throat. Long ago, shed learned to keep her emotions out of her voice and expression, and she desperately called on that trick now.
His hand squeezed her rear to the point of pain as the tension in the air thickened. Slowly, his hand relaxed, and she began to breathe again.
Im not going to hurt you.
But she didnt believe him for a minute. As she struggled against his impossible hold, his hand released her aching flesh to slide between her legs. She tried to clamp her thighs together, desperate to escape his touch, fear spiraling out of her control.
He was going to hurt her. Hewanted to hurt her, to punish her for attacking him.
Dammit! In a sudden move, he released her and flung himself off the bed.
Delaney shot to her knees, yanking her pants up and straightening her shirt and bra, then turned to find him pacing the room like a caged animal, his tight, coiled tension filling the room.
Definitely bipolar. With violent tendencies.
Her heart raced in her chest as she edged toward the side of the bed closest to the door. But as she sat and swung her legs over the side, he whirled on her, his finger pointing directly
Her heart thudded as his hand slid beneath her until his fingers found her nipple through her shirt and squeezed just hard enough to send fire shooting straight to her loins.
His tongue stroked her ear, his lips grazed her cheek. Gently, so gently. Toying with her before he struck.
His fingers moved under her, tugging at her shirt, pulling at her bra until his fingers were against her bare flesh, his palm warm against her breast. Her breathing turned ragged.
She felt his hand move again, releasing her breast.As the press of his thighs moved lower, to frame her own, he sat up and slipped his hand inside the waist of her sweatpants, his fingers sliding inside her panties to cup her butt cheek as he had her breast moments before. Then he leaned over her, his fingers kneading the flesh, his breath in her ear becoming as ragged as her own.
You set me on fire. His voice was low, pained, as his fingers dug into her, letting her feel his need, sending hers into an upward spiral.
He was half over her, half beside her when his palm flattened, his finger sliding into the crease of her buttocks and down, to stroke her swelling lips. His teeth grazed her earlobe, sending a shaft of wet heat straight to her core. His finger slid inside her, meeting that rush of heat.
Delaney gasped, trying to arch into his touch, but with him still half-straddling her, she had nowhere to move, nowhere to go. He stroked her, playing with her until she was soft and hot and wild with need. Then he released her and rose, only to straddle her calves.
She tried to rise, her arms shaking, but he dug his fingers into her waistband and yanked downward, pulling her pants and panties down to her thighs in a single jerk of a move, baring her to the cool air. To his gaze. Stealing her last scrap of protection.
Heat turned to fear on the certainty that he meant to take his revenge upon her body. Panic flared, and she tried to roll away, but his palm fanned across the small of her back, slamming her to the mattress.
Her heart thudded. Her mouth went dry.
His free hand dug into her butt cheek. Im not going to hurt you. But the thread of anger in his voice did nothing to reassure her.
Tears burned the backs of her eyes. Fear knotted in her gut. If she was ready for him, it shouldnt hurt, but if he wanted to hurt her, there were other ways. She knew too well the cruelty men could visit on women before they killed them.While they killed them. She had the crime photos hanging all over the walls of her living room to prove it.
She already knew this guy had a sick mind. God knew what he might
Dont be afraid of me!
She froze. Im not. Her words sounded calm, soothing, despite the tears closing her throat. Long ago, shed learned to keep her emotions out of her voice and expression, and she desperately called on that trick now.
His hand squeezed her rear to the point of pain as the tension in the air thickened. Slowly, his hand relaxed, and she began to breathe again.
Im not going to hurt you.
But she didnt believe him for a minute. As she struggled against his impossible hold, his hand released her aching flesh to slide between her legs. She tried to clamp her thighs together, desperate to escape his touch, fear spiraling out of her control.
He was going to hurt her. Hewanted to hurt her, to punish her for attacking him.
Dammit! In a sudden move, he released her and flung himself off the bed.
Delaney shot to her knees, yanking her pants up and straightening her shirt and bra, then turned to find him pacing the room like a caged animal, his tight, coiled tension filling the room.
Definitely bipolar. With violent tendencies.
Her heart raced in her chest as she edged toward the side of the bed closest to the door. But as she sat and swung her legs over the side, he whirled on her, his finger pointing directly
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