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from the temptress as possible. Once his hands and feet
complied, he’d hightail it up to their room for a cold shower.
“Uh oh.” She glanced at something
behind him. “I think I saw someone.”
Ah, hell . Just what he
needed. Now, he had to continue to hold her close, which made his body yell, Hell
yeah . Then she really kicked up his pulse when her hands inched back up
around his neck, and she tugged his face toward her.
“Don’t freakout,” she whispered a
mimic of his earlier words. “But I’m going to kiss you now.”
For a beat, they shared a breath
before her sweet lips took his, tasting and nibbling. And heaven help him, her
tongue lightly brushed his lower lip, shooting a spike of heat to his rapidly
tightening groin. That was it. He didn’t give a shit about who was or wasn’t
watching them. Even King George I himself. All Ben knew was he wanted to taste
more of the amazing woman.
A lot more.
Cupping the back of her head with
one hand and her supple ass with the other, he crushed her close, thrusting his
tongue inside her warm, wet mouth, exploring her hot taste fully for the first
time. She was exquisite. Her soft, sexy moan wreaked havoc with his pulse, and
when their tongues touched, his erection throbbed.
Jesus , he’d never been this
aroused this fast by just one kiss. Damn woman had him so off kilter he lost
sight of the horizon. He couldn’t get enough. She was addicting. Even when they
broke for air, he needed to taste her, had to keep his mouth on her delicious
body. With her hair piled on top of her head, he had full access to her throat
and began to kiss a path down her neck. Her second moan, and the way she
clutched at his back, stiffened his groin until the zipper bit into his flesh.
So he bit into hers. Behind her
ear.
The hitch in her breath fueled his
hunger, and if it hadn’t been for the sound of laughter and approaching
footsteps on the garden pavers, he might’ve taken the embrace a lot further.
Which pissed him off.
He was acting like a horny teenager
again. The lack of control was disturbing. Especially since his good friend was
the cause. He’d watched her grow up. They’d shared triumphs and sorrows, and a
lot of pizzas in between, but through it all, they’d remained friends.
Where the hell had this attraction
come from? Better yet, where the hell had it been?
No, that was not a good question.
Not a safe one, anyway. He had to keep his wits about him. Today was almost
over. He just had to make it through one more day.
“There you two are,” Mrs. Dankirk
said, rounding the corner with one of the officers and his wife. “I was just
showing the Bartons the garden, but it’s getting dark.”
“Yes,” Lea said, voice still a
little throaty and way too sexy. “But it’s still lovely.”
Their hostess smiled. “Thank you.
We’re getting ready to turn in. It’s been a long day.”
“Us, too.”
Lea shifted closer, and his heart
dropped to his ribs. He was in no condition to be alone with the woman.
“Wonderful. Before you go up, Ben,
my husband said he wanted to see you in the study.”
Thank God . “Okay.”
With a nod, their hostess and the
Bartons headed back the way they came. Leaving him alone with Lea.
He released her and stepped back.
“I’d better see what the colonel needs.”
They walked back in silence, mostly
because he had no damn clue what to say. Hopefully, she’d believe his kisses
had been for show. Because, regardless of his arousal, he had no intention of
acting on their unexpected attraction.
Leaving her at the bottom of the
steps, he waited until she cleared the second landing before he pivoted around
and marched toward the study, thankful for the reprieve.
Twenty-four hours to go. How hard
could that be?
He walked into the darkened study
and stopped dead. Where was the colonel?
“I was beginning to think you
weren’t going to show,” Mrs. Dankirk said, pushing him against the door that
shut behind him, while
complied, he’d hightail it up to their room for a cold shower.
“Uh oh.” She glanced at something
behind him. “I think I saw someone.”
Ah, hell . Just what he
needed. Now, he had to continue to hold her close, which made his body yell, Hell
yeah . Then she really kicked up his pulse when her hands inched back up
around his neck, and she tugged his face toward her.
“Don’t freakout,” she whispered a
mimic of his earlier words. “But I’m going to kiss you now.”
For a beat, they shared a breath
before her sweet lips took his, tasting and nibbling. And heaven help him, her
tongue lightly brushed his lower lip, shooting a spike of heat to his rapidly
tightening groin. That was it. He didn’t give a shit about who was or wasn’t
watching them. Even King George I himself. All Ben knew was he wanted to taste
more of the amazing woman.
A lot more.
Cupping the back of her head with
one hand and her supple ass with the other, he crushed her close, thrusting his
tongue inside her warm, wet mouth, exploring her hot taste fully for the first
time. She was exquisite. Her soft, sexy moan wreaked havoc with his pulse, and
when their tongues touched, his erection throbbed.
Jesus , he’d never been this
aroused this fast by just one kiss. Damn woman had him so off kilter he lost
sight of the horizon. He couldn’t get enough. She was addicting. Even when they
broke for air, he needed to taste her, had to keep his mouth on her delicious
body. With her hair piled on top of her head, he had full access to her throat
and began to kiss a path down her neck. Her second moan, and the way she
clutched at his back, stiffened his groin until the zipper bit into his flesh.
So he bit into hers. Behind her
ear.
The hitch in her breath fueled his
hunger, and if it hadn’t been for the sound of laughter and approaching
footsteps on the garden pavers, he might’ve taken the embrace a lot further.
Which pissed him off.
He was acting like a horny teenager
again. The lack of control was disturbing. Especially since his good friend was
the cause. He’d watched her grow up. They’d shared triumphs and sorrows, and a
lot of pizzas in between, but through it all, they’d remained friends.
Where the hell had this attraction
come from? Better yet, where the hell had it been?
No, that was not a good question.
Not a safe one, anyway. He had to keep his wits about him. Today was almost
over. He just had to make it through one more day.
“There you two are,” Mrs. Dankirk
said, rounding the corner with one of the officers and his wife. “I was just
showing the Bartons the garden, but it’s getting dark.”
“Yes,” Lea said, voice still a
little throaty and way too sexy. “But it’s still lovely.”
Their hostess smiled. “Thank you.
We’re getting ready to turn in. It’s been a long day.”
“Us, too.”
Lea shifted closer, and his heart
dropped to his ribs. He was in no condition to be alone with the woman.
“Wonderful. Before you go up, Ben,
my husband said he wanted to see you in the study.”
Thank God . “Okay.”
With a nod, their hostess and the
Bartons headed back the way they came. Leaving him alone with Lea.
He released her and stepped back.
“I’d better see what the colonel needs.”
They walked back in silence, mostly
because he had no damn clue what to say. Hopefully, she’d believe his kisses
had been for show. Because, regardless of his arousal, he had no intention of
acting on their unexpected attraction.
Leaving her at the bottom of the
steps, he waited until she cleared the second landing before he pivoted around
and marched toward the study, thankful for the reprieve.
Twenty-four hours to go. How hard
could that be?
He walked into the darkened study
and stopped dead. Where was the colonel?
“I was beginning to think you
weren’t going to show,” Mrs. Dankirk said, pushing him against the door that
shut behind him, while
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