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Authors: Coleen Kwan
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one. “Your hair…I’ve been racking my brain trying to find the right description for it. It’s like fire and marmalade and cranberry. So soft, too…”
His caress transfixed her, the sight of him fondling her hair more erotic than she could have imagined. “Um, most people just call me carrottop.”
“Huh. That doesn’t do you any justice.”
He tangled his fingers around the back of her hair, tipping her face up. He gently skimmed his lips down the length of her exposed neck. She caught her breath as hot sensations rolled through her, the feel of his lips exciting her. With his body pressing up against hers and his fingers twined through her hair, she was at his mercy, but instead of using his advantage, it seemed he wanted to tease her, tantalize her, control her and the situation.
She wasn’t used to the man calling the shots. If it had been anyone else, she would have tired of the game and taken over. But Luke was different. With him, it was exciting to allow him the upper hand. As he continued his leisurely exploration of her neck and earlobes, she felt herself melting, giving in to him. She coasted her hands over his chest and shoulders, aching for his mouth to crush hers, but willing to let him set the pace, for now at least.
Using his hips, he nudged her into a better position and wrapped his free arm around her waist, bringing the full length of his body against hers. She traced the outline of his torso, relishing the tautness of his muscle until her hands rested on his hips, the urge to pull his shirt out of his waistband almost irresistible. Luke licked the underside of her jaw, the wet flick drawing a gasp from her.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispered, her desperation growing, her rules against making out now a distant memory. “The way you’re nuzzling my neck, I could swear you’re a vampire.”
He chuckled, mouth still nestled against her throat. “Tyler, you have a very kissable neck. It’s enough to turn anyone into a vampire.”
She squeezed his waist. “I have other kissable parts, you know.”
Straightening a little, he gazed down at her, eyes brilliant as jet. “Are you telling me where I should kiss you?”
“Only if you’re looking for directions.”
“Angel, I’m not lost. I’m taking the scenic route.” The look in his eyes was enough to melt steel. He trailed his hands over her, slow and possessive, as if he had all the time in the world. She shivered at the thrill of it all, wondering where he would touch her next, and when his palms closed lightly over her breasts, heat enveloped her, scorching and shocking. A little moan escaped her before she bit her lip, blown away by her volcanic arousal. She didn’t just want a kiss; she wanted more, a hell of a lot more. She wanted to tear off Luke’s clothes, drag him into her bed, and not let him out until they were both satiated and exhausted. Which could take a lot of time, the way she was burning up.
“Tyler…”
The hoarseness in his voice made her glance up. He wasn’t smiling anymore. His body was tense against hers, and his eyes were dark and troubled. He could feel it too, she realized. The volatile, electric connection vibrating between them, pulsing with white-hot attraction and danger. He wanted what she wanted, but at the same time he was fighting the desire. As much as he lusted for her, he didn’t want to give in to temptation, and, realizing his struggle, she recalled her own rule.
She had to stop. Now.
She placed her hands against the muscled wall of his chest and gently broke them apart. “We’d better cool it,” she gulped.
His eyes flashed. Was it annoyance? “Tyler?”
She forced herself to ignore the insistent throbbing of her blood and said, “It’s not a good idea, is it?” she said. “Especially right now. You have your writing, and I have Chloe to consider.”
“I’m not doing much writing at the moment.”
She drew in a breath. “All the more reason for us to play
His caress transfixed her, the sight of him fondling her hair more erotic than she could have imagined. “Um, most people just call me carrottop.”
“Huh. That doesn’t do you any justice.”
He tangled his fingers around the back of her hair, tipping her face up. He gently skimmed his lips down the length of her exposed neck. She caught her breath as hot sensations rolled through her, the feel of his lips exciting her. With his body pressing up against hers and his fingers twined through her hair, she was at his mercy, but instead of using his advantage, it seemed he wanted to tease her, tantalize her, control her and the situation.
She wasn’t used to the man calling the shots. If it had been anyone else, she would have tired of the game and taken over. But Luke was different. With him, it was exciting to allow him the upper hand. As he continued his leisurely exploration of her neck and earlobes, she felt herself melting, giving in to him. She coasted her hands over his chest and shoulders, aching for his mouth to crush hers, but willing to let him set the pace, for now at least.
Using his hips, he nudged her into a better position and wrapped his free arm around her waist, bringing the full length of his body against hers. She traced the outline of his torso, relishing the tautness of his muscle until her hands rested on his hips, the urge to pull his shirt out of his waistband almost irresistible. Luke licked the underside of her jaw, the wet flick drawing a gasp from her.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispered, her desperation growing, her rules against making out now a distant memory. “The way you’re nuzzling my neck, I could swear you’re a vampire.”
He chuckled, mouth still nestled against her throat. “Tyler, you have a very kissable neck. It’s enough to turn anyone into a vampire.”
She squeezed his waist. “I have other kissable parts, you know.”
Straightening a little, he gazed down at her, eyes brilliant as jet. “Are you telling me where I should kiss you?”
“Only if you’re looking for directions.”
“Angel, I’m not lost. I’m taking the scenic route.” The look in his eyes was enough to melt steel. He trailed his hands over her, slow and possessive, as if he had all the time in the world. She shivered at the thrill of it all, wondering where he would touch her next, and when his palms closed lightly over her breasts, heat enveloped her, scorching and shocking. A little moan escaped her before she bit her lip, blown away by her volcanic arousal. She didn’t just want a kiss; she wanted more, a hell of a lot more. She wanted to tear off Luke’s clothes, drag him into her bed, and not let him out until they were both satiated and exhausted. Which could take a lot of time, the way she was burning up.
“Tyler…”
The hoarseness in his voice made her glance up. He wasn’t smiling anymore. His body was tense against hers, and his eyes were dark and troubled. He could feel it too, she realized. The volatile, electric connection vibrating between them, pulsing with white-hot attraction and danger. He wanted what she wanted, but at the same time he was fighting the desire. As much as he lusted for her, he didn’t want to give in to temptation, and, realizing his struggle, she recalled her own rule.
She had to stop. Now.
She placed her hands against the muscled wall of his chest and gently broke them apart. “We’d better cool it,” she gulped.
His eyes flashed. Was it annoyance? “Tyler?”
She forced herself to ignore the insistent throbbing of her blood and said, “It’s not a good idea, is it?” she said. “Especially right now. You have your writing, and I have Chloe to consider.”
“I’m not doing much writing at the moment.”
She drew in a breath. “All the more reason for us to play
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