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Authors: Ava Archer Payne
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skimmed her teeth, danced with hers.
She tasted the wine they’d had with their luncheon, dry and crisp. The sugar that had dusted the almonds. Then came a taste she’d come to recognize as uniquely James. A taste she’d already begun to crave.
Her passion sparked as fiery flames of desire coiled through her belly. She wanted more. Her appetite for the man could not be satiated. Instead, the deeper their kiss, the more her hunger grew. She locked her arms around his neck and returned his embrace with a ravenous ardor all her own.
She pressed her body against his, expressing without words the primitive need to meld their bodies into one. She flattened her breasts against his chest, slid her thigh between his.
James stumbled slightly, alerting them both to the precariousness of their position. Kate instinctively tried to draw back but he wouldn’t allow it. He gave a frustrated groan and shoved his crutches aside. They landed on the marble floor with a sharp clatter. James wrapped his arm around her waist and edged backward, pulling her along with him.
They fell together, collapsing clumsily on the damask settee. Kate straddled his lap, her body braced on top of his, her skirts bunched up around her knees.
Before she could adjust her position, he lifted her as if she weighed no more than a child and settled her sideways onto his lap. Lifted her with an ease that forced her to take a new reckoning of the man. In his injured state, she had fused James with previous weakened patients for whom she had cared.
She realized now the absurdity of her error. True, he needed help regaining the strength in his leg, but that was healing quickly. In focusing only on his injury, she had underestimated his innate strength.
James Lancaster was a tall, powerfully built man, so opposite in every way to her own feminine form. As that fact impressed itself upon her brain, a shiver of excitement coursed through her. The sheer maleness of his body thrilled her in a way she’d never anticipated. She was possessed of a sudden, urgent need to explore every inch of him.
The cool linen of his shirt, so lovely just seconds earlier, became an annoyance not to be borne. She reached for the collar. Clumsy with haste, she slipped the stays free and tugged the offending garment from his chest and arms, giving her unrestrained access to his skin.
She couldn’t stop moving her hands over his broad chest, tracing the rippled lines of his flat stomach, his brawny forearms, his steel biceps. His muscles quivered and bunched beneath her touch. His reaction gave her a heady, intoxicating sense of power, emboldening her to continue her daring explorations.
His body was darker than hers, a rich masculine hue, pale cocoa to her own soft cream. He was hotter as well, as though his inner core burned a few degrees warmer. His skin felt like rough velvet to her touch. A light smattering of chest hair tickled her fingertips. The wound at his shoulder was a jagged pink line, still slightly puckered and swollen. She pressed her lips to the injury, then moved on, drinking in every subtle nuance of his body.
He threw back his head to give her greater access to his skin. She trailed light kisses down the column of his throat and across his collarbone.
Wondering if he would derive the same pleasure as she had, she flicked her tongue lightly against his masculine nipple—a nipple so unlike her own, so broad and flat and dark. Yet the nub stiffened slightly when she teased her tongue over it. Seized by a kittenish impulse she couldn’t restrain, she brought it between her teeth and gave a gentle bite.
James emitted a hoarse sound that fell somewhere between a laugh and a moan. “Oh, God,” he rasped out. “You’ll ruin me, Kate.”
“Ruin you? Why?”
“Because it’s even better with you than I imagined it would be.”
She pulled back slightly and searched his face, thrilled by his admission. “You thought about me?”
He gave a harsh bark of
She tasted the wine they’d had with their luncheon, dry and crisp. The sugar that had dusted the almonds. Then came a taste she’d come to recognize as uniquely James. A taste she’d already begun to crave.
Her passion sparked as fiery flames of desire coiled through her belly. She wanted more. Her appetite for the man could not be satiated. Instead, the deeper their kiss, the more her hunger grew. She locked her arms around his neck and returned his embrace with a ravenous ardor all her own.
She pressed her body against his, expressing without words the primitive need to meld their bodies into one. She flattened her breasts against his chest, slid her thigh between his.
James stumbled slightly, alerting them both to the precariousness of their position. Kate instinctively tried to draw back but he wouldn’t allow it. He gave a frustrated groan and shoved his crutches aside. They landed on the marble floor with a sharp clatter. James wrapped his arm around her waist and edged backward, pulling her along with him.
They fell together, collapsing clumsily on the damask settee. Kate straddled his lap, her body braced on top of his, her skirts bunched up around her knees.
Before she could adjust her position, he lifted her as if she weighed no more than a child and settled her sideways onto his lap. Lifted her with an ease that forced her to take a new reckoning of the man. In his injured state, she had fused James with previous weakened patients for whom she had cared.
She realized now the absurdity of her error. True, he needed help regaining the strength in his leg, but that was healing quickly. In focusing only on his injury, she had underestimated his innate strength.
James Lancaster was a tall, powerfully built man, so opposite in every way to her own feminine form. As that fact impressed itself upon her brain, a shiver of excitement coursed through her. The sheer maleness of his body thrilled her in a way she’d never anticipated. She was possessed of a sudden, urgent need to explore every inch of him.
The cool linen of his shirt, so lovely just seconds earlier, became an annoyance not to be borne. She reached for the collar. Clumsy with haste, she slipped the stays free and tugged the offending garment from his chest and arms, giving her unrestrained access to his skin.
She couldn’t stop moving her hands over his broad chest, tracing the rippled lines of his flat stomach, his brawny forearms, his steel biceps. His muscles quivered and bunched beneath her touch. His reaction gave her a heady, intoxicating sense of power, emboldening her to continue her daring explorations.
His body was darker than hers, a rich masculine hue, pale cocoa to her own soft cream. He was hotter as well, as though his inner core burned a few degrees warmer. His skin felt like rough velvet to her touch. A light smattering of chest hair tickled her fingertips. The wound at his shoulder was a jagged pink line, still slightly puckered and swollen. She pressed her lips to the injury, then moved on, drinking in every subtle nuance of his body.
He threw back his head to give her greater access to his skin. She trailed light kisses down the column of his throat and across his collarbone.
Wondering if he would derive the same pleasure as she had, she flicked her tongue lightly against his masculine nipple—a nipple so unlike her own, so broad and flat and dark. Yet the nub stiffened slightly when she teased her tongue over it. Seized by a kittenish impulse she couldn’t restrain, she brought it between her teeth and gave a gentle bite.
James emitted a hoarse sound that fell somewhere between a laugh and a moan. “Oh, God,” he rasped out. “You’ll ruin me, Kate.”
“Ruin you? Why?”
“Because it’s even better with you than I imagined it would be.”
She pulled back slightly and searched his face, thrilled by his admission. “You thought about me?”
He gave a harsh bark of
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