washed over her. The gentle demand
was gone from his kiss as he forced her mouth open once more and used his teeth not quite gently on her lips.
In spite of herself, Alina acknowledged that she might have deserved the small attack. She also knew with sheer
feminine intuition that it would cease as soon as she surrendered. Jared wanted her. He didn’t want to fight her for the
embrace.
As that fact registered, another shock awaited. Jared’s hand moved boldly, possessively to her breast, slipping
inside the chamois leather jacket to close warmly over the soft curve.
Caught between the realistic knowledge that she was ultimately quite safe here on a public beach and the mounting
level of beguilement filling the confines of the car, Alina stopped struggling. She let the waves of his desire wash over
her and knew, even as she did so, that she was glorying in the power she seemed to have. Something told her that
Jared Troy did not lose his self-control easily.
„You are so exactly as I imagined you would be,“ he breathed, ignoring her small attempts to restrain his fingers as
they found the buttons of the chambray shirt „So exactly what’s been missing in my life.“
When he slid his fingers inside the blue shirt at last, gliding unerringly across the slope of her breast to find the
exquisitely sensitive nipple, Alina sucked in her breath and found herself arching into him.
„I need you,“ he whispered throatily as she buried her face against his shoulder. He kissed the curve of her throat
and trailed stinging little caresses around to the nape of her neck.
His fingers coaxed forth her nipple, bringing it to a taut erectness which seemed to spark her whole body into
greater awareness. Convulsively Alina’s hands gripped his shoulders, and she turned her head blindly to find the
curve of his shoulder, pushing aside the open collar of his shirt.
„Oh!“ she cried, the small sound nearly stifled by the unfamiliar pressure of increasing sexual urgency.
The betraying shiver slid down the length of her body, and she knew Jared felt it. At once his hand stroked more
deeply. He found the softness of her stomach with caressing fingers.
Tracing delicate, arousing patterns on her skin, he worked around the curve of her waist, pulling the blue shirt free
and pushing it and the chamois jacket aside.
In another moment she lay exposed to his hungry gaze, her breasts hardened into betraying peaks. With a groan he
shifted her slightly, bending his head to curl his tongue around the firm nipples. His hand found the sensitive base of
her spine and probed luxuriously beneath the tight jeans.
Alina almost didn’t recognize the moan, found it hard to believe it had issued from her own throat Jared wasn’t the
only one who was losing his self-control, she thought crazily. An unfamiliar desire threatened to leave her shivering
and helpless in his arms.
Reality began to slip farther and farther out of reach. The world compressed itself, telescoping into the front seat of
the black Ferrari. A curiosity unlike anything she had ever known began to goad Alina, urge her to further discoveries.
The closest emotion she could identify it with was the consuming inquisitiveness she’d had to probe every aspect of
the life of Battista and Francesco. But the sensation was more immediate, more electric than the curiosity she had
about the two Renaissance lovers.
Coming alive under his touch, Alina moved against Jared’s hardness, finding the crisp hair of his chest as she
fumbled with the buttons of his shirt His slightly incoherent response only served to arouse her further. She began to
string kisses along the line of his collarbone, kneading his chest like a cat as she moved lower against him. He buried
his lips in her hair as she finally touched the tip of her tongue to the flat male nipples, and the groan of response came
from deep within his chest „Touch me,“ he pleaded hoarsely. „I’ve dreamed of it
was gone from his kiss as he forced her mouth open once more and used his teeth not quite gently on her lips.
In spite of herself, Alina acknowledged that she might have deserved the small attack. She also knew with sheer
feminine intuition that it would cease as soon as she surrendered. Jared wanted her. He didn’t want to fight her for the
embrace.
As that fact registered, another shock awaited. Jared’s hand moved boldly, possessively to her breast, slipping
inside the chamois leather jacket to close warmly over the soft curve.
Caught between the realistic knowledge that she was ultimately quite safe here on a public beach and the mounting
level of beguilement filling the confines of the car, Alina stopped struggling. She let the waves of his desire wash over
her and knew, even as she did so, that she was glorying in the power she seemed to have. Something told her that
Jared Troy did not lose his self-control easily.
„You are so exactly as I imagined you would be,“ he breathed, ignoring her small attempts to restrain his fingers as
they found the buttons of the chambray shirt „So exactly what’s been missing in my life.“
When he slid his fingers inside the blue shirt at last, gliding unerringly across the slope of her breast to find the
exquisitely sensitive nipple, Alina sucked in her breath and found herself arching into him.
„I need you,“ he whispered throatily as she buried her face against his shoulder. He kissed the curve of her throat
and trailed stinging little caresses around to the nape of her neck.
His fingers coaxed forth her nipple, bringing it to a taut erectness which seemed to spark her whole body into
greater awareness. Convulsively Alina’s hands gripped his shoulders, and she turned her head blindly to find the
curve of his shoulder, pushing aside the open collar of his shirt.
„Oh!“ she cried, the small sound nearly stifled by the unfamiliar pressure of increasing sexual urgency.
The betraying shiver slid down the length of her body, and she knew Jared felt it. At once his hand stroked more
deeply. He found the softness of her stomach with caressing fingers.
Tracing delicate, arousing patterns on her skin, he worked around the curve of her waist, pulling the blue shirt free
and pushing it and the chamois jacket aside.
In another moment she lay exposed to his hungry gaze, her breasts hardened into betraying peaks. With a groan he
shifted her slightly, bending his head to curl his tongue around the firm nipples. His hand found the sensitive base of
her spine and probed luxuriously beneath the tight jeans.
Alina almost didn’t recognize the moan, found it hard to believe it had issued from her own throat Jared wasn’t the
only one who was losing his self-control, she thought crazily. An unfamiliar desire threatened to leave her shivering
and helpless in his arms.
Reality began to slip farther and farther out of reach. The world compressed itself, telescoping into the front seat of
the black Ferrari. A curiosity unlike anything she had ever known began to goad Alina, urge her to further discoveries.
The closest emotion she could identify it with was the consuming inquisitiveness she’d had to probe every aspect of
the life of Battista and Francesco. But the sensation was more immediate, more electric than the curiosity she had
about the two Renaissance lovers.
Coming alive under his touch, Alina moved against Jared’s hardness, finding the crisp hair of his chest as she
fumbled with the buttons of his shirt His slightly incoherent response only served to arouse her further. She began to
string kisses along the line of his collarbone, kneading his chest like a cat as she moved lower against him. He buried
his lips in her hair as she finally touched the tip of her tongue to the flat male nipples, and the groan of response came
from deep within his chest „Touch me,“ he pleaded hoarsely. „I’ve dreamed of it
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