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to break one of her rigid self-imposed rules.
She’d just wrapped a towel around her body when she heard the doorbell ring. Finding Ronan on the doorstep shouldn’t have been a surprise. Smiling, she said, “You’re making a habit of this.”
His eyes travelled over her from the top of her head to the tips of her bare toes. “Is it a habit for you to greet guests this way or am I special?”
***
Fragrant steam rose off her glistening golden brown skin. She smelled delicious. Some sort of citrus if he had to hazard a guess. He wanted to lick her all over to learn if she tasted as good as she smelled. A soft looking pink and white towel covered her from chest to mid-thigh, but that still left a lot of skin open for his perusal. She’d pinned her hair on top of her head but wisps of it had escaped and clung to her nape and temples. He’d never met anyone so feminine or sexy as his Nikita. He hoped like hell that she wouldn’t open the door to anyone else like this.
“I take it you want to come in,” she said and stepped aside. “Come in.”
She was evading his question, but he decided not to call her on it. When she gestured for him to take a seat, he sat on the couch. She remained standing and he thought that was for the best. If that towel rose any higher, he would probably lose his sanity. “Nikita, I owe you an apology.”
“For what?”
“The comments I made while we were dancing were out of line. And I’m sorry if I offended you. My only defense is that my reaction to you is like a fist to the gut. You take my breath away.”
Nikita stared at him for a long moment. Finally she murmured, “You didn’t offend me.”
He frowned. “Then why did you end our date?”
“It wasn’t a date.”
“You’re trying to distract me. It’s not going to work. Why did you ask me to bring you home if you weren’t angry?”
Nikita shifted from one foot to the other and she avoided his gaze. “As you have already guessed, I find you attractive.”
Ronan grinned. “So you’re saying that you were turned on by what I said? That you’re tempted.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “I haven’t decided anything yet.”
He wanted to jump and shout for joy. That she was even considering him as a mate was a serious improvement. “Anything I can do to help you make up your mind?”
Her eyes fastened onto his lips and his breath caught in his chest. “Maybe.”
“You want to kiss me.” It wasn’t a question. He wet his lips an d dried his palms on his jeans before holding his hands out to her. “Come here. I won’t take advantage of your state of undress. I promise.” Making a promise wasn’t taken lightly by witch. Promises were binding.
She nodded once. Then dropped her towel. “Déjà vu,” he murmured as she approached him, her curvaceous hips swaying sexily. She knocked his hands aside and slung her leg over his thighs. He leaned back against the couch, groaning as Nikita crawled on top of him. Her thighs were splayed wide as she straddled him, giving him an enviable view of her firm breasts and her glistening pussy. She was waxed below so that only a thin strip of hair remained. When she kissed him, he gripped her waist to keep his hands from wandering as they were wont to do. He didn’t know what had brought on this change in her and he didn’t want to do anything to make her stop. She pressed warm, soft lips against his, her bottom lip settling beneath his. When her tongue tapped at the corner of his mouth, he didn’t hesitate to open and allow her entrance.
The second their tongues touched his hips bucked of their own accord. God! It was as though pure lightning raced through his veins. He knew she felt it, too. She moaned and molded her body to his , her fingers sliding into the curls at the nape of his neck as she slanted her mouth over his and further deepened the kiss. Her pebbled nipples enticed him through his shirt. He prayed she wouldn’t stop him as he
She’d just wrapped a towel around her body when she heard the doorbell ring. Finding Ronan on the doorstep shouldn’t have been a surprise. Smiling, she said, “You’re making a habit of this.”
His eyes travelled over her from the top of her head to the tips of her bare toes. “Is it a habit for you to greet guests this way or am I special?”
***
Fragrant steam rose off her glistening golden brown skin. She smelled delicious. Some sort of citrus if he had to hazard a guess. He wanted to lick her all over to learn if she tasted as good as she smelled. A soft looking pink and white towel covered her from chest to mid-thigh, but that still left a lot of skin open for his perusal. She’d pinned her hair on top of her head but wisps of it had escaped and clung to her nape and temples. He’d never met anyone so feminine or sexy as his Nikita. He hoped like hell that she wouldn’t open the door to anyone else like this.
“I take it you want to come in,” she said and stepped aside. “Come in.”
She was evading his question, but he decided not to call her on it. When she gestured for him to take a seat, he sat on the couch. She remained standing and he thought that was for the best. If that towel rose any higher, he would probably lose his sanity. “Nikita, I owe you an apology.”
“For what?”
“The comments I made while we were dancing were out of line. And I’m sorry if I offended you. My only defense is that my reaction to you is like a fist to the gut. You take my breath away.”
Nikita stared at him for a long moment. Finally she murmured, “You didn’t offend me.”
He frowned. “Then why did you end our date?”
“It wasn’t a date.”
“You’re trying to distract me. It’s not going to work. Why did you ask me to bring you home if you weren’t angry?”
Nikita shifted from one foot to the other and she avoided his gaze. “As you have already guessed, I find you attractive.”
Ronan grinned. “So you’re saying that you were turned on by what I said? That you’re tempted.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “I haven’t decided anything yet.”
He wanted to jump and shout for joy. That she was even considering him as a mate was a serious improvement. “Anything I can do to help you make up your mind?”
Her eyes fastened onto his lips and his breath caught in his chest. “Maybe.”
“You want to kiss me.” It wasn’t a question. He wet his lips an d dried his palms on his jeans before holding his hands out to her. “Come here. I won’t take advantage of your state of undress. I promise.” Making a promise wasn’t taken lightly by witch. Promises were binding.
She nodded once. Then dropped her towel. “Déjà vu,” he murmured as she approached him, her curvaceous hips swaying sexily. She knocked his hands aside and slung her leg over his thighs. He leaned back against the couch, groaning as Nikita crawled on top of him. Her thighs were splayed wide as she straddled him, giving him an enviable view of her firm breasts and her glistening pussy. She was waxed below so that only a thin strip of hair remained. When she kissed him, he gripped her waist to keep his hands from wandering as they were wont to do. He didn’t know what had brought on this change in her and he didn’t want to do anything to make her stop. She pressed warm, soft lips against his, her bottom lip settling beneath his. When her tongue tapped at the corner of his mouth, he didn’t hesitate to open and allow her entrance.
The second their tongues touched his hips bucked of their own accord. God! It was as though pure lightning raced through his veins. He knew she felt it, too. She moaned and molded her body to his , her fingers sliding into the curls at the nape of his neck as she slanted her mouth over his and further deepened the kiss. Her pebbled nipples enticed him through his shirt. He prayed she wouldn’t stop him as he
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