to burn in them,
showering sparks over her bare skin. Before Adena could find the words to protest, he was crushing her back into the
cushions, his tie and jacket left in a careless heap on the floor.
Burying his face in her throat, he wrapped her in a passionate embrace. His lower body sank heavily against hers,
awakening her to the desire building in him. His implicit demand seemed to pull at her senses, forcing thoughts of
protest further back in her mind. She was discovering that for her there was an unbelievable allure in this man. An
allure that threatened to swamp all her normal reasoning processes.
When her fingers went shakily to the buttons of his crisp white shirt, Holt groaned with a deep pleasure that was a
reward in itself. There was something very satisfying about being able to arouse this particular man, Adena realized.
The white shirtfront parted, revealing an expanse of tanned, sleekly muscled chest The curling hair which tapered
down to his waist was a new enticement to her kneading fingertips, and her gilded nails once again sank into a dark
cloud.
„My God! Adena, I want you so badly…!“
His deep, undersea voice washed across her senses in a wave that left her clinging. Without consciously willing it,
she arched her hips upward, seeking the promise of his warmth, and when he felt the feminine plea, Holt let his hand
glide down her side to her hip, pushing her ebony and gold dress farther aside. Then he lifted himself for a moment
and removed her dress completely.
„Let me show you how good it’s going to be, sweetheart,“ he commanded warmly as he stared down into her
widened turquoise eyes. „You won’t regret anything, I swear.“
„Holt, you’re rushing me,“ she got out shakily, feeling helpless to stop the flood. „You promised you wouldn’t
rush me….“
The soft light in the room poured over her nearly nude body, illuminating the satiny triangle of lace which was all
that remained to cover her, and the necklace of gold dragonfly wings that still circled her throat It was to the jewelry
rather than to her delicate underwear that Holt’s fingers moved almost convulsively.
„This makes you look like a captured slave girl, did you know that? Very erotic.“ He smiled a little dangerously and
traced the shape of the golden wings with his lips. When Adena moved beneath him he slid his hand down to the
curve of her hip but didn’t raise his head.
„Admit you want me, sweet slave girl,“ he growled against her skin. „Give me that much, at least!“
She wound her arms around his body beneath his open shirt, her breath coming quickly between her lips as he
clenched her buttocks in deep arousal.
„You must… you must know I want you,“ she gasped, her head falling back beneath his burning kisses.
„I want to hear you say it,“ he urged thickly.
Once again recklessness took hold. „What will you give me if I say it?“ she whispered on a note of daring, taunting
laughter.
There was a sudden, unexpected stillness in him which startled her. But before she could orient her whirling senses
sufficiently to question the change in his mood, it was gone. Instead, the hand on her hip tightened almost painfully,
and he sank his teeth into the flesh of her shoulder in a small nip that made her flinch. His entire body felt like a tightly
coiled spring against her softness.
„Anything you want,“ he promised with the rashness of a man totally caught up in the passion of the moment
„Ask for anything you want and if it’s in my power, I’ll give it to you. Just let me hear you say you want me!“
„There is nothing you can give me that will make me say it, Holt Sinclair,“ she told him huskily, her blue-green eyes
darkening with the depths of her emotions. „Nothing at all!“
He raised his head to stare tightly down at her, the taut line of his cheekbones and the lines at the edge of his
mouth giving his expression a hard, ravaged look that tore
showering sparks over her bare skin. Before Adena could find the words to protest, he was crushing her back into the
cushions, his tie and jacket left in a careless heap on the floor.
Burying his face in her throat, he wrapped her in a passionate embrace. His lower body sank heavily against hers,
awakening her to the desire building in him. His implicit demand seemed to pull at her senses, forcing thoughts of
protest further back in her mind. She was discovering that for her there was an unbelievable allure in this man. An
allure that threatened to swamp all her normal reasoning processes.
When her fingers went shakily to the buttons of his crisp white shirt, Holt groaned with a deep pleasure that was a
reward in itself. There was something very satisfying about being able to arouse this particular man, Adena realized.
The white shirtfront parted, revealing an expanse of tanned, sleekly muscled chest The curling hair which tapered
down to his waist was a new enticement to her kneading fingertips, and her gilded nails once again sank into a dark
cloud.
„My God! Adena, I want you so badly…!“
His deep, undersea voice washed across her senses in a wave that left her clinging. Without consciously willing it,
she arched her hips upward, seeking the promise of his warmth, and when he felt the feminine plea, Holt let his hand
glide down her side to her hip, pushing her ebony and gold dress farther aside. Then he lifted himself for a moment
and removed her dress completely.
„Let me show you how good it’s going to be, sweetheart,“ he commanded warmly as he stared down into her
widened turquoise eyes. „You won’t regret anything, I swear.“
„Holt, you’re rushing me,“ she got out shakily, feeling helpless to stop the flood. „You promised you wouldn’t
rush me….“
The soft light in the room poured over her nearly nude body, illuminating the satiny triangle of lace which was all
that remained to cover her, and the necklace of gold dragonfly wings that still circled her throat It was to the jewelry
rather than to her delicate underwear that Holt’s fingers moved almost convulsively.
„This makes you look like a captured slave girl, did you know that? Very erotic.“ He smiled a little dangerously and
traced the shape of the golden wings with his lips. When Adena moved beneath him he slid his hand down to the
curve of her hip but didn’t raise his head.
„Admit you want me, sweet slave girl,“ he growled against her skin. „Give me that much, at least!“
She wound her arms around his body beneath his open shirt, her breath coming quickly between her lips as he
clenched her buttocks in deep arousal.
„You must… you must know I want you,“ she gasped, her head falling back beneath his burning kisses.
„I want to hear you say it,“ he urged thickly.
Once again recklessness took hold. „What will you give me if I say it?“ she whispered on a note of daring, taunting
laughter.
There was a sudden, unexpected stillness in him which startled her. But before she could orient her whirling senses
sufficiently to question the change in his mood, it was gone. Instead, the hand on her hip tightened almost painfully,
and he sank his teeth into the flesh of her shoulder in a small nip that made her flinch. His entire body felt like a tightly
coiled spring against her softness.
„Anything you want,“ he promised with the rashness of a man totally caught up in the passion of the moment
„Ask for anything you want and if it’s in my power, I’ll give it to you. Just let me hear you say you want me!“
„There is nothing you can give me that will make me say it, Holt Sinclair,“ she told him huskily, her blue-green eyes
darkening with the depths of her emotions. „Nothing at all!“
He raised his head to stare tightly down at her, the taut line of his cheekbones and the lines at the edge of his
mouth giving his expression a hard, ravaged look that tore
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