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frustration
emanating from his pores.
His
chest rose and fell with each deep breath, and a storm brewed in his dark brown
eyes. “ What are you doing to me? ”
The
tortured question needed no answer. Even if she’d been obliged to respond, he
seized her mouth before she could, and his tongue thrust between her lips. The muscular,
dark cords of his arms encircled her waist and held her against his body,
crushing her soft curves into each hard contour of his.
Celeste
took the brutal assault without hesitation, savored it, moaning as she reveled
in the power and passion of the kiss. She thrilled to the rough scrape of denim
between her thighs when he pushed her legs apart with his knee and lifted her
off the floor by sinking his fingers into her fleshy bottom.
Her
arms locked behind his neck as their frantic kisses continued unabated, even
while he walked with her to the bed. When her back touched the mattress, he
lifted his head and focused on the tiny buttons of her blouse, which gave his
fingers pause. Before she guessed his intention, he yanked the edges apart,
sending a rush of unadulterated excitement crashing through her, while white
buttons scattered across the bed and onto the floor.
Celeste
whimpered and lifted her torso toward him. He dragged his palm down the valley
between her breasts before lowering his head to devour them—licking, sucking,
nibbling, creating an ache in her loins so acute it became a physical pain.
Each caress of his mouth sent shivers down the length of her body to the tips
of her toes.
One
hand caressed the soft flesh of her breast, a massage that forced her to arch her
back at an even sharper angle, giving him all he wanted, trying to assuage the
hunger racing through her at breakneck speed. The only sounds she dared issue
from her lips were muted noises of pleasure for fear someone else in the house
would hear them.
Celeste
pulled at Roarke’s shirt, tugging it up so her hands could glide across the
warm skin of his back. His deep-throated groan encouraged her. With utmost
pleasure, she continued her exploration, enjoying how the muscles rippled
beneath her touch.
“You
feel so good.” His fingers burrowed under the leg of her shorts and found their
way under the crotch of her panties to the plump flesh between her legs. “You
can’t fake this,” he breathed against the underside of her breasts, swiping his
thumb through the moisture.
Her
body jerked from the intimate contact as the fire between them burned out of
control. Her legs fell wider apart to make room for another finger to join the
thumb between her legs. She wanted his hands, his mouth, and his tongue to
cover every inch of flesh—flesh that had yearned for him during the longest
week of her life.
“Roarke,”
she moaned.
The
sound of her own voice resonated in the room like breaking glass, jolted her
senses, and dragged her back from the edge of full surrender.
She
recalled his harsh words. He wanted her, but he despised her at the same time
and had accused her of being easy.
Finally
having a moment of clarity, Celeste pushed against Roarke to free herself from
his hypnotizing touch. “Stop.” She shoved away his hand, but his mouth
continued to relentlessly suck her breast as if he couldn’t stop. “Roarke,
please,” she begged in a breathless struggle. She shoved hard against his
shoulders, forcing him to finally relinquish the throbbing nipple and roll off
of her, onto his feet.
Standing
beside the bed, he appeared shocked, maybe even a little disoriented. He
scrubbed the back of his hand across his lips. In turn, she grasped her ruined
shirt together with trembling hands, her body still in shock, trying to right
itself after such a sensual ambush. Under the weight of his confused stare, she
sat up, still clutching the edges of her shirt in a belated demonstration of
modesty.
What
the hell is wrong with me?
With
his heart thundering in his chest, Roarke stared at the slender fingers
emanating from his pores.
His
chest rose and fell with each deep breath, and a storm brewed in his dark brown
eyes. “ What are you doing to me? ”
The
tortured question needed no answer. Even if she’d been obliged to respond, he
seized her mouth before she could, and his tongue thrust between her lips. The muscular,
dark cords of his arms encircled her waist and held her against his body,
crushing her soft curves into each hard contour of his.
Celeste
took the brutal assault without hesitation, savored it, moaning as she reveled
in the power and passion of the kiss. She thrilled to the rough scrape of denim
between her thighs when he pushed her legs apart with his knee and lifted her
off the floor by sinking his fingers into her fleshy bottom.
Her
arms locked behind his neck as their frantic kisses continued unabated, even
while he walked with her to the bed. When her back touched the mattress, he
lifted his head and focused on the tiny buttons of her blouse, which gave his
fingers pause. Before she guessed his intention, he yanked the edges apart,
sending a rush of unadulterated excitement crashing through her, while white
buttons scattered across the bed and onto the floor.
Celeste
whimpered and lifted her torso toward him. He dragged his palm down the valley
between her breasts before lowering his head to devour them—licking, sucking,
nibbling, creating an ache in her loins so acute it became a physical pain.
Each caress of his mouth sent shivers down the length of her body to the tips
of her toes.
One
hand caressed the soft flesh of her breast, a massage that forced her to arch her
back at an even sharper angle, giving him all he wanted, trying to assuage the
hunger racing through her at breakneck speed. The only sounds she dared issue
from her lips were muted noises of pleasure for fear someone else in the house
would hear them.
Celeste
pulled at Roarke’s shirt, tugging it up so her hands could glide across the
warm skin of his back. His deep-throated groan encouraged her. With utmost
pleasure, she continued her exploration, enjoying how the muscles rippled
beneath her touch.
“You
feel so good.” His fingers burrowed under the leg of her shorts and found their
way under the crotch of her panties to the plump flesh between her legs. “You
can’t fake this,” he breathed against the underside of her breasts, swiping his
thumb through the moisture.
Her
body jerked from the intimate contact as the fire between them burned out of
control. Her legs fell wider apart to make room for another finger to join the
thumb between her legs. She wanted his hands, his mouth, and his tongue to
cover every inch of flesh—flesh that had yearned for him during the longest
week of her life.
“Roarke,”
she moaned.
The
sound of her own voice resonated in the room like breaking glass, jolted her
senses, and dragged her back from the edge of full surrender.
She
recalled his harsh words. He wanted her, but he despised her at the same time
and had accused her of being easy.
Finally
having a moment of clarity, Celeste pushed against Roarke to free herself from
his hypnotizing touch. “Stop.” She shoved away his hand, but his mouth
continued to relentlessly suck her breast as if he couldn’t stop. “Roarke,
please,” she begged in a breathless struggle. She shoved hard against his
shoulders, forcing him to finally relinquish the throbbing nipple and roll off
of her, onto his feet.
Standing
beside the bed, he appeared shocked, maybe even a little disoriented. He
scrubbed the back of his hand across his lips. In turn, she grasped her ruined
shirt together with trembling hands, her body still in shock, trying to right
itself after such a sensual ambush. Under the weight of his confused stare, she
sat up, still clutching the edges of her shirt in a belated demonstration of
modesty.
What
the hell is wrong with me?
With
his heart thundering in his chest, Roarke stared at the slender fingers
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