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was doing nothing erotic, simply
touching him, but a tremor of desire rippled through him.
When her eyes met
his, something in the middle of his gut softened. Struggling to ignore the
intoxicating effect of her touch, he counted the sparse sprinkling of freckles
on her sunburned nose. Five to be exact. He attempted to make conversation in
order to distract himself. “Do you feel stronger today?”
“Like I’m in a
whole new world.”
He assessed her
with his eyes. “Your color is good and the fever appears to be gone. You were
fortunate.”
Her lips parted
slightly and he inhaled sharply. The pupils of her whiskey-colored eyes dilated
as she gazed deep into his eyes. Was this fear? Or was her reaction due to
something else? Her respiration increased. Blood rushed into his groin. No, it
wasn’t fear he saw in her eyes. She enjoyed his nearness. Perhaps she was even
pleased he wanted to assist with her dressing.
She released his
hands and they fell away, leaving her blouse undone. She made not a move as he
took in a leisurely perusal of her uncovered flesh.
A gentle breeze
rustled her hair, and the sunlight broke through the sparse tree branches,
dappling her fiery red locks with bursts of light. Interpreting her brazenness
as invitation, he brushed the back of his hand against the soft swell of breast
that spilled over the top of the scanty garment that bound them tight.
She sucked in a
breath, her lips parting, her gaze never leaving his as he toyed with the
nipple through the thin, satiny fabric.
He had to kiss
her—taste her—to see if it was anything like he remembered from his dreams. She
inhaled sharply as he pulled her against him, but did not resist when his other
palm came up to cup her chin.
Then he lowered
his mouth to hers.
She went rigid as his
tongue slid between her lips and past her teeth. Her frightened eyes remained
wide and questioning, her body stiff. Was she repulsed, or…inexperienced? The
idea that he wasthe first to kiss her aroused him all the more.
“Put your arms
around my neck,” he whispered, and she did.
Firmly settling
his mouth over hers, he thrust his tongue past her lips, found hers and
eventually enticed it into a slow, sensual dance. Yes, like that .
His hand came up
to cup a breast and he filled his palm with the supple flesh. His thumb pad
stroked the nipple through the fabric. Impatient to feel her naked flesh, he
reached behind and fumbled with the hooks, unfastening the damned contraption.
A whimpering sound broke free from the back of her throat as his hand covered a
warm, bare breast. Never breaking the kiss, he caressed and explored, his thumb
rubbing a tender circle around the blossoming bead.
Her hands slipped
downward to his shoulders as her mouth demanded more of his. Soft moans deep in
her throat told him she was enjoying herself. Too much, he realized when she
arched against him.
He tried to break
the kiss, but her hand fisted a hank of hair, holding his head in place. As if
of their own accord, his palms smoothed down her sides, reaching lower to grip
her buttocks. He pulled her pelvis snug against his, ground himself against
her. Eventually, she broke the kiss, her eyes growing wide, though she made no
attempt to ease away.
Damn. He
should never have taken things this far. With everything in him—which
wasn’t much at the moment—he released her, took a step backward to put a safe
distance between them. He watched the tip of her tongue flick out as if to
taste him on her lips, and his cock twitched at the sensual display. She
smoothed her skirt with her palms, then clutched her blouse shut.
“Well, that was
um…” she cleared her throat, “interesting.” Her voice was breathy, her eyes
wide.
He struggled to
find his voice above the erratic pounding of his heart. “I am truly sorry.”
She shrugged.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s just that….I don’t want you to get the wrong
impression of me. I mean, I don’t go around….letting
touching him, but a tremor of desire rippled through him.
When her eyes met
his, something in the middle of his gut softened. Struggling to ignore the
intoxicating effect of her touch, he counted the sparse sprinkling of freckles
on her sunburned nose. Five to be exact. He attempted to make conversation in
order to distract himself. “Do you feel stronger today?”
“Like I’m in a
whole new world.”
He assessed her
with his eyes. “Your color is good and the fever appears to be gone. You were
fortunate.”
Her lips parted
slightly and he inhaled sharply. The pupils of her whiskey-colored eyes dilated
as she gazed deep into his eyes. Was this fear? Or was her reaction due to
something else? Her respiration increased. Blood rushed into his groin. No, it
wasn’t fear he saw in her eyes. She enjoyed his nearness. Perhaps she was even
pleased he wanted to assist with her dressing.
She released his
hands and they fell away, leaving her blouse undone. She made not a move as he
took in a leisurely perusal of her uncovered flesh.
A gentle breeze
rustled her hair, and the sunlight broke through the sparse tree branches,
dappling her fiery red locks with bursts of light. Interpreting her brazenness
as invitation, he brushed the back of his hand against the soft swell of breast
that spilled over the top of the scanty garment that bound them tight.
She sucked in a
breath, her lips parting, her gaze never leaving his as he toyed with the
nipple through the thin, satiny fabric.
He had to kiss
her—taste her—to see if it was anything like he remembered from his dreams. She
inhaled sharply as he pulled her against him, but did not resist when his other
palm came up to cup her chin.
Then he lowered
his mouth to hers.
She went rigid as his
tongue slid between her lips and past her teeth. Her frightened eyes remained
wide and questioning, her body stiff. Was she repulsed, or…inexperienced? The
idea that he wasthe first to kiss her aroused him all the more.
“Put your arms
around my neck,” he whispered, and she did.
Firmly settling
his mouth over hers, he thrust his tongue past her lips, found hers and
eventually enticed it into a slow, sensual dance. Yes, like that .
His hand came up
to cup a breast and he filled his palm with the supple flesh. His thumb pad
stroked the nipple through the fabric. Impatient to feel her naked flesh, he
reached behind and fumbled with the hooks, unfastening the damned contraption.
A whimpering sound broke free from the back of her throat as his hand covered a
warm, bare breast. Never breaking the kiss, he caressed and explored, his thumb
rubbing a tender circle around the blossoming bead.
Her hands slipped
downward to his shoulders as her mouth demanded more of his. Soft moans deep in
her throat told him she was enjoying herself. Too much, he realized when she
arched against him.
He tried to break
the kiss, but her hand fisted a hank of hair, holding his head in place. As if
of their own accord, his palms smoothed down her sides, reaching lower to grip
her buttocks. He pulled her pelvis snug against his, ground himself against
her. Eventually, she broke the kiss, her eyes growing wide, though she made no
attempt to ease away.
Damn. He
should never have taken things this far. With everything in him—which
wasn’t much at the moment—he released her, took a step backward to put a safe
distance between them. He watched the tip of her tongue flick out as if to
taste him on her lips, and his cock twitched at the sensual display. She
smoothed her skirt with her palms, then clutched her blouse shut.
“Well, that was
um…” she cleared her throat, “interesting.” Her voice was breathy, her eyes
wide.
He struggled to
find his voice above the erratic pounding of his heart. “I am truly sorry.”
She shrugged.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s just that….I don’t want you to get the wrong
impression of me. I mean, I don’t go around….letting
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