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control to not straddle him and rub out her release against his rock-hard cock.
Wow . She blinked her eyes open, and he was grinning. She couldn’t help but smile back. Whatever someone would call that had rocked her to the core, making her question if she’d ever been really kissed before.
And that begged the question, how could one kiss stand alone as possibly the most intimate conversation she’d ever had with a man?
Before she could debate further, he cupped her cheek gently . “I knew it would be good, but, fuck , that was…” His voice trailed as he inhaled deeply.
“ Perfect,” she whispered, unable to censor the truth.
“ Christ, Karis.” Michael’s words escaped like a desperate call. He shoved his hand in his back pocket and threw a few bills onto the bar. Clutching her hand, he pulled her toward the stairs, bounding toward the exit.
Chapter 9
Stopping outside the door, the cool October air swept over her sweat-sheened body, taking the breath from her lungs. She shivered just as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his hard warmth.
Michael stopped, peered into her eyes, then backed her against the brick wall of the bar. He rested his forearms on either side of her head, shadowing her….staring at her…studying her, his breath releasing little clouds of warm air inches from her face. The man was just so male .
H e rested his forehead against hers. “Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll stop, Karis… Goddammit , I’ll stop.” Karis wasn’t drunk enough to miss his word choice, and the man knew she was (stupidly) honest. He didn’t ask if she wanted him to stop; he asked if she wanted him . Well, hell. She should stop. Really should. But, dammit, she did want him, especially when his body was giving off so much sexual dominance, she wanted to wrap her legs around him and have him take her right against the brick wall, hard.
The mask. He’s deceiving you , her conscience argued.
Before Karis had time to argue with the reminder, the sexy bastard dipped his head. She closed her eyes just as he peppered his soft lips along her jaw and down her neck. Her body went boneless. Damn if each kiss didn’t strip her of every bit of control, every fiber of fear, layer by needy layer.
When she opened her eyes, his lips were curved into the sexiest grin she’d seen on him yet.
“ I don’t think I’ve wanted anyone more, Michael.” What the Hell was happening to her? She had no idea how her mouth moved. In fact she was pretty damn sure her vagina had taken control of her brain and said those words. They were insulting to her past, to her husband, but what scared her more was the statement was absolutely, irrevocably true.
Before she knew it, she heard her heels scrape the sidewalk as he pulled her past two door fronts. Little bursts of inhibition fought their way through her intoxication. But just as prudence dug its nails into recklessness, Michael stopped in front of a red brick façade and pulled his keys from his front pocket. He turned and searched her eyes as he teased the key against the lock.
“ God, yes ,” she breathed again. Shut up, Karis. Play a little hard to get for godssake .
He grinned and kissed her mouth hard before pulling her up the staircase. Stopping at the opening of what she could only assume was his apartment, she jerked her hand away.
I’m a mother for godssake.
He opened the door and stood inside, starring at her trembling like a fool. But beyond bold, beyond dangerous, she hadn’t felt this alive in years. And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, her dormant heart beat wildly in her chest. She closed her eyes, savoring the rush of blood through her body, allowing her other senses to heighten. With one final Michael-infused breath, she slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze flickered his gorgeous features, his huge stature. Intimidating? Hells yeah. Enticing? Like an oasis in the hottest damn desert on the
Wow . She blinked her eyes open, and he was grinning. She couldn’t help but smile back. Whatever someone would call that had rocked her to the core, making her question if she’d ever been really kissed before.
And that begged the question, how could one kiss stand alone as possibly the most intimate conversation she’d ever had with a man?
Before she could debate further, he cupped her cheek gently . “I knew it would be good, but, fuck , that was…” His voice trailed as he inhaled deeply.
“ Perfect,” she whispered, unable to censor the truth.
“ Christ, Karis.” Michael’s words escaped like a desperate call. He shoved his hand in his back pocket and threw a few bills onto the bar. Clutching her hand, he pulled her toward the stairs, bounding toward the exit.
Chapter 9
Stopping outside the door, the cool October air swept over her sweat-sheened body, taking the breath from her lungs. She shivered just as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his hard warmth.
Michael stopped, peered into her eyes, then backed her against the brick wall of the bar. He rested his forearms on either side of her head, shadowing her….staring at her…studying her, his breath releasing little clouds of warm air inches from her face. The man was just so male .
H e rested his forehead against hers. “Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll stop, Karis… Goddammit , I’ll stop.” Karis wasn’t drunk enough to miss his word choice, and the man knew she was (stupidly) honest. He didn’t ask if she wanted him to stop; he asked if she wanted him . Well, hell. She should stop. Really should. But, dammit, she did want him, especially when his body was giving off so much sexual dominance, she wanted to wrap her legs around him and have him take her right against the brick wall, hard.
The mask. He’s deceiving you , her conscience argued.
Before Karis had time to argue with the reminder, the sexy bastard dipped his head. She closed her eyes just as he peppered his soft lips along her jaw and down her neck. Her body went boneless. Damn if each kiss didn’t strip her of every bit of control, every fiber of fear, layer by needy layer.
When she opened her eyes, his lips were curved into the sexiest grin she’d seen on him yet.
“ I don’t think I’ve wanted anyone more, Michael.” What the Hell was happening to her? She had no idea how her mouth moved. In fact she was pretty damn sure her vagina had taken control of her brain and said those words. They were insulting to her past, to her husband, but what scared her more was the statement was absolutely, irrevocably true.
Before she knew it, she heard her heels scrape the sidewalk as he pulled her past two door fronts. Little bursts of inhibition fought their way through her intoxication. But just as prudence dug its nails into recklessness, Michael stopped in front of a red brick façade and pulled his keys from his front pocket. He turned and searched her eyes as he teased the key against the lock.
“ God, yes ,” she breathed again. Shut up, Karis. Play a little hard to get for godssake .
He grinned and kissed her mouth hard before pulling her up the staircase. Stopping at the opening of what she could only assume was his apartment, she jerked her hand away.
I’m a mother for godssake.
He opened the door and stood inside, starring at her trembling like a fool. But beyond bold, beyond dangerous, she hadn’t felt this alive in years. And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, her dormant heart beat wildly in her chest. She closed her eyes, savoring the rush of blood through her body, allowing her other senses to heighten. With one final Michael-infused breath, she slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze flickered his gorgeous features, his huge stature. Intimidating? Hells yeah. Enticing? Like an oasis in the hottest damn desert on the
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