experiment, Judd lowered his head and took her mouth.
This time there was none of the wild, enraged male lust she had endured the night before. This time there was absolute control, a kind of questing, searching quality in his kiss. Honor stood stock-still, partly because he was holding her immobile and partly because she couldn't have moved if she'd tried.
The sensation being generated in her was not easily defined. The initial fear hovered still in the back of her mind but it was rapidly metamorphosing into mere wariness. The dominant feeling she was experiencing was a strange, budding excitement, a new kind of hunger, and there was no way to explain it.
His lips moved languidly on hers, beginning to deliberately tease and tantalize until her mouth flowered open in a response Honor was helpless to control. She moaned softly at the moment his tongue slipped into the intimate warmth of her, and her fingers fluttered upward to rest against his chest, half in protest, half in desire. What on earth was happening to her?
"Judd, please, don't..." she breathed huskily when he slowly lifted his mouth from hers.
"You want rape instead?" he taunted softly. He lifted the hair off the back of her neck and pushed her face gently against his shoulder so that he could nibble at the delicate skin of her nape.
"No! Don't tease me like this," she wailed, her words muffled by his shirt. The touch of his lips on her nape was sending small shivers down her spine and her fingers clenched spasmodically into the hard line of his waist.
"I'm not teasing you, Honor," he muttered, his voice thickening as he touched his tongue to her ear. "I'm trying to get some questions answered."
"What questions!" she stormed unevenly and then realized she was leaning heavily against him as his hand trailed down her back to the waistband of her jeans.
"About what would have happened last night if I'd taken you there on the floor," he returned deeply. "Would you be so soft and sweet in a man's arms, Honor Knight? Or would you be wild and maddening?"
"I'd probably be a lot less interesting to you than your damned airplane!" she rasped tightly.
He used his teeth a little roughly on her earlobe. "Honor, you're skating on thin ice at the moment. If you have any sense at all you won't continue trying to provoke me."
"Are you threatening me?"
"No, I'm making love to you, or hadn't you noticed?" His hands slid down to shape her buttocks and he propelled her audaciously into the cradle of his thighs. When he heard her small gasp he muttered something that sounded dark and satisfied.
Honor caught the blatantly masculine exclamation and it sent a ripple of new unease through her already tense body. "You're not making love to me, you're trying to teach me some kind of lesson," she accused wretchedly.
"I'm just curious about what I missed last night," he drawled.
"You didn't miss anything last night! I wasn't trying to get you to make love to me. Damn it! Will you stop deliberately misinterpreting what happened? Just let me go, Judd. Please. That's all I want. Just leave me alone."
He lifted his hands to cup her face, holding her so that she had to meet the hooded depths of his eyes. What she saw there alternately chilled and warmed her. He was quite capable of desire, she realized. It was there in his gaze, a dark male hunger that could never have been mistaken for anything else. But it was very much under control still. Honor caught her breath. She didn't understand this man, but she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was far more dangerous than she had originally realized.
"Honor, I can't walk away and leave you here. You know that. I have a responsibility to get you back to Arizona. Why don't you just stop fighting me? You must know you can't possibly win."
"You didn't believe a word I said this morning, did you?" she whispered despairingly. "Not a single word."
"It was a rather bizarre tale," he pointed out almost gently.
She shut her eyes against
This time there was none of the wild, enraged male lust she had endured the night before. This time there was absolute control, a kind of questing, searching quality in his kiss. Honor stood stock-still, partly because he was holding her immobile and partly because she couldn't have moved if she'd tried.
The sensation being generated in her was not easily defined. The initial fear hovered still in the back of her mind but it was rapidly metamorphosing into mere wariness. The dominant feeling she was experiencing was a strange, budding excitement, a new kind of hunger, and there was no way to explain it.
His lips moved languidly on hers, beginning to deliberately tease and tantalize until her mouth flowered open in a response Honor was helpless to control. She moaned softly at the moment his tongue slipped into the intimate warmth of her, and her fingers fluttered upward to rest against his chest, half in protest, half in desire. What on earth was happening to her?
"Judd, please, don't..." she breathed huskily when he slowly lifted his mouth from hers.
"You want rape instead?" he taunted softly. He lifted the hair off the back of her neck and pushed her face gently against his shoulder so that he could nibble at the delicate skin of her nape.
"No! Don't tease me like this," she wailed, her words muffled by his shirt. The touch of his lips on her nape was sending small shivers down her spine and her fingers clenched spasmodically into the hard line of his waist.
"I'm not teasing you, Honor," he muttered, his voice thickening as he touched his tongue to her ear. "I'm trying to get some questions answered."
"What questions!" she stormed unevenly and then realized she was leaning heavily against him as his hand trailed down her back to the waistband of her jeans.
"About what would have happened last night if I'd taken you there on the floor," he returned deeply. "Would you be so soft and sweet in a man's arms, Honor Knight? Or would you be wild and maddening?"
"I'd probably be a lot less interesting to you than your damned airplane!" she rasped tightly.
He used his teeth a little roughly on her earlobe. "Honor, you're skating on thin ice at the moment. If you have any sense at all you won't continue trying to provoke me."
"Are you threatening me?"
"No, I'm making love to you, or hadn't you noticed?" His hands slid down to shape her buttocks and he propelled her audaciously into the cradle of his thighs. When he heard her small gasp he muttered something that sounded dark and satisfied.
Honor caught the blatantly masculine exclamation and it sent a ripple of new unease through her already tense body. "You're not making love to me, you're trying to teach me some kind of lesson," she accused wretchedly.
"I'm just curious about what I missed last night," he drawled.
"You didn't miss anything last night! I wasn't trying to get you to make love to me. Damn it! Will you stop deliberately misinterpreting what happened? Just let me go, Judd. Please. That's all I want. Just leave me alone."
He lifted his hands to cup her face, holding her so that she had to meet the hooded depths of his eyes. What she saw there alternately chilled and warmed her. He was quite capable of desire, she realized. It was there in his gaze, a dark male hunger that could never have been mistaken for anything else. But it was very much under control still. Honor caught her breath. She didn't understand this man, but she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was far more dangerous than she had originally realized.
"Honor, I can't walk away and leave you here. You know that. I have a responsibility to get you back to Arizona. Why don't you just stop fighting me? You must know you can't possibly win."
"You didn't believe a word I said this morning, did you?" she whispered despairingly. "Not a single word."
"It was a rather bizarre tale," he pointed out almost gently.
She shut her eyes against
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