sensitive skin behind her ear as he lifted her hair aside.
When Adena stirred, instinct telling her it was time to set some boundaries, he caught her chin in the palm of his
hand and tilted her face upward for his kiss.
„Adena…“
She shivered as he slowly, inevitably, deepened the caress, once more invading her mouth in a warm, damp kiss of
lazy passion.
It was the outward laziness which lulled her normal caution, Adena realized, even as she felt herself on the brink of
succumbing to the moment. There was no hint of genuine danger because Holt seemed entirely in control of himself.
She could relax for a little while and enjoy the trembling excitement he created in her. And what harm could there be in
a good-night kiss?
With a moan that seemed to catch in her throat, Adena lifted her fingertips to the pelt of near-black hair which
almost demanded to be disarranged. Tentatively she thrust gilded nails into the dark depths and was instantly
rewarded with a tautening in his hard body that thrilled her.
Her senses ignited at the evidence of his response. When her fingers tightened in his hair, Holt cradled her against
his arm, forcing her head gently down on his shoulder.
„Adena, my sweet, let me warm myself at your fire tonight. You feel so delightful in my arms and I want you so
badly…!“
Holt slid a questing, probing hand along the outer edge of her thigh up to her waist. The material of her ebony and
gold dress provided little protection against the enticing feel of his fingers as they stroked upward. Adena trembled
and nestled closer, her lashes flickering against her cheek as she closed her eyes to the risks she was taking.
When his thumb moved slowly, encouragingly to the tip of her breast, Adena sucked in her breath. She had worn
no bra under the silky material of the dress and he found her small, rounded softness with a muttered exclamation of
male desire.
She turned her head against his neck, her lips parting in a soft sigh. When his fingers began to move more
demandingly on her tauntening nipple, she found herself clinging to him with an abandon that should have astounded
her, but seemed entirely natural at that moment Unthinkingly she arched closer.
„Holt… oh, Holt…!“
„What’s the matter, sweetheart?“ he whispered in husky amusement as the passion in her communicated itself to
him. „Don’t you like what we’re doing to each other?“
„It’s… it’s too soon…“ she began helplessly just as his hand moved from her breast to the fastening of her dress.
The material seemed to fall away, baring her to the waist before she could summon a coherent protest „It’s not too
soon, honey,“ he rasped, bending his head to taste the upper slope of one breast „It wouldn’t have been too soon that
first night I was meant to have you for my own. I knew it the moment I saw you!“
Adena cried out softly as he shifted position, pressing her down onto the cushions beneath him. Her black,
strappy evening sandals slipped off her feet to fall unnoticed on the persimmon rug.
„Trust me, darling,“ he soothed, letting meltingly hot kisses rain down her throat to her swelling breasts. „I’ll take
care of you. I’ll take care of everything.“
It was such a temptation to take him at his word – to trust him. A distant voice in Adena’s mind shouted an even
more distant warning. This was the man who thought he could buy anyone or anything. He didn’t understand the
emotions of love, he only knew he wanted her. How could she be contemplating surrender to Holt Sinclair?
„I trust you, Holt,“ she managed, her fingers splaying across his shoulders under his suit jacket „I trust you to
know what you want It’s myself I’m unsure of….“
„Let me stay with you tonight You’ll be sure of everything by morning,“ he vowed, shrugging out of the jacket. As
he hovered briefly above her his gray eyes flared with hungry intent A lambent silver flame seemed
When Adena stirred, instinct telling her it was time to set some boundaries, he caught her chin in the palm of his
hand and tilted her face upward for his kiss.
„Adena…“
She shivered as he slowly, inevitably, deepened the caress, once more invading her mouth in a warm, damp kiss of
lazy passion.
It was the outward laziness which lulled her normal caution, Adena realized, even as she felt herself on the brink of
succumbing to the moment. There was no hint of genuine danger because Holt seemed entirely in control of himself.
She could relax for a little while and enjoy the trembling excitement he created in her. And what harm could there be in
a good-night kiss?
With a moan that seemed to catch in her throat, Adena lifted her fingertips to the pelt of near-black hair which
almost demanded to be disarranged. Tentatively she thrust gilded nails into the dark depths and was instantly
rewarded with a tautening in his hard body that thrilled her.
Her senses ignited at the evidence of his response. When her fingers tightened in his hair, Holt cradled her against
his arm, forcing her head gently down on his shoulder.
„Adena, my sweet, let me warm myself at your fire tonight. You feel so delightful in my arms and I want you so
badly…!“
Holt slid a questing, probing hand along the outer edge of her thigh up to her waist. The material of her ebony and
gold dress provided little protection against the enticing feel of his fingers as they stroked upward. Adena trembled
and nestled closer, her lashes flickering against her cheek as she closed her eyes to the risks she was taking.
When his thumb moved slowly, encouragingly to the tip of her breast, Adena sucked in her breath. She had worn
no bra under the silky material of the dress and he found her small, rounded softness with a muttered exclamation of
male desire.
She turned her head against his neck, her lips parting in a soft sigh. When his fingers began to move more
demandingly on her tauntening nipple, she found herself clinging to him with an abandon that should have astounded
her, but seemed entirely natural at that moment Unthinkingly she arched closer.
„Holt… oh, Holt…!“
„What’s the matter, sweetheart?“ he whispered in husky amusement as the passion in her communicated itself to
him. „Don’t you like what we’re doing to each other?“
„It’s… it’s too soon…“ she began helplessly just as his hand moved from her breast to the fastening of her dress.
The material seemed to fall away, baring her to the waist before she could summon a coherent protest „It’s not too
soon, honey,“ he rasped, bending his head to taste the upper slope of one breast „It wouldn’t have been too soon that
first night I was meant to have you for my own. I knew it the moment I saw you!“
Adena cried out softly as he shifted position, pressing her down onto the cushions beneath him. Her black,
strappy evening sandals slipped off her feet to fall unnoticed on the persimmon rug.
„Trust me, darling,“ he soothed, letting meltingly hot kisses rain down her throat to her swelling breasts. „I’ll take
care of you. I’ll take care of everything.“
It was such a temptation to take him at his word – to trust him. A distant voice in Adena’s mind shouted an even
more distant warning. This was the man who thought he could buy anyone or anything. He didn’t understand the
emotions of love, he only knew he wanted her. How could she be contemplating surrender to Holt Sinclair?
„I trust you, Holt,“ she managed, her fingers splaying across his shoulders under his suit jacket „I trust you to
know what you want It’s myself I’m unsure of….“
„Let me stay with you tonight You’ll be sure of everything by morning,“ he vowed, shrugging out of the jacket. As
he hovered briefly above her his gray eyes flared with hungry intent A lambent silver flame seemed
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