me?”
“No,” she said, facing him. Surprising herself to find it
was the truth. “More like exasperated or irritated.” And really starting to get
turned on watching you advance on me with the focus of a hunter intent on his
target.
“Because I walked out of the restaurant without you or
because you think I think I’m always right?”
The intensity of his gray eyes reminded her of several early
adolescent experiments with a magnifying glass borrowed from the science lab.
She had spent a lazy afternoon with Lucas Rojo seeing if a fire really could be
started by zeroing the sun’s rays in on different objects. It could.
Sliding her fingers into the back pockets of her jeans, she
leaned her shoulders against the door as he took a couple of steps toward her.
The door felt cool and solid behind her. A balancing comfort to the swirling
heat in her body. “Both, now that you mention it. But when a person thinks they’re
always right, it tends to get very annoying.”
“Would it help if I told you that I know I’m not always
right?”
She eyed him warily. “Is that an admission or a fishing
expedition to see what it’s going to take to get me in bed with you tonight?”
A quick, half smile curled up the left side of his mouth. “My
mother is going to love you.”
“That’s not an answer to my question.”
“I’ve been wrong. Occasionally.” Moving in closer, he
blocked her back against the door. “About some minor things.” He reached for the
tab of her shirt’s zipper. “Never when it’s important.”
The soft clacking of the zipper moving down its plastic
teeth underscored his last words. As her shirt parted, his gaze focused on her
breasts pushed up in her lacy demi-bra. “Too many lives depend on me being
right.” His words were solemn but had begun to roughen with the lust she
recognized. It roused her own from beneath the shield of anger she’d worn most
of the day.
He settled his hands on her waist. They weren’t gentle,
holding her. Catching her eyes with his own, he stepped close. And closer.
Until she was breathing in the warmth of his body and she had to tilt her head
back to keep his gaze.
“I’m right about us, Aurora.” He kissed her with a kiss
dramatically different from how he held her. His kiss was soft, a tender
summons that let her come to him.
Before her mind could react, instinct took over and lifted
the barrier caging in her desire. She arched up to press her lips harder to his
and wound her arms around his neck, searching to satiate the craving he ignited
in her with such little effort. Her full-body yearning was prodded by the sheer
necessity to silence the panic his earlier announcement had generated. It
terrified her to think that this far into their plan, she might lose her nerve or
do something that jeopardized everything.
She needed this. Him and what he could do to her. Needed him
to consume her body in his lust and make the questions, uncertainty and fear
all go away. Needed him to be right about this one thing even when she knew he
was so very wrong.
Twisting her fingers in his hair, she tugged his head down
further, took command of the kiss and drove them toward a passion both frantic
and consuming. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, swirling and tasting as her
body undulated in blatant invitation. Her breasts and hips rubbed against him
and when she felt the hard length of his cock, the sexual heat rolling through
her rushed to her center. With a moan, she wrapped her leg around him and
squeezed.
His hands gripped her ass and lifted her off the floor.
Following his direction, she brought her other leg up and encircled his waist,
locking her ankles together behind his lower back. Her writhing turned wild yet
the ache building inside her was only teased to a higher level. When he pressed
her more solidly against the door, the hardness of all that man pinning her in
place had her digging her nails into his shoulders and struggling to get
impossibly
“No,” she said, facing him. Surprising herself to find it
was the truth. “More like exasperated or irritated.” And really starting to get
turned on watching you advance on me with the focus of a hunter intent on his
target.
“Because I walked out of the restaurant without you or
because you think I think I’m always right?”
The intensity of his gray eyes reminded her of several early
adolescent experiments with a magnifying glass borrowed from the science lab.
She had spent a lazy afternoon with Lucas Rojo seeing if a fire really could be
started by zeroing the sun’s rays in on different objects. It could.
Sliding her fingers into the back pockets of her jeans, she
leaned her shoulders against the door as he took a couple of steps toward her.
The door felt cool and solid behind her. A balancing comfort to the swirling
heat in her body. “Both, now that you mention it. But when a person thinks they’re
always right, it tends to get very annoying.”
“Would it help if I told you that I know I’m not always
right?”
She eyed him warily. “Is that an admission or a fishing
expedition to see what it’s going to take to get me in bed with you tonight?”
A quick, half smile curled up the left side of his mouth. “My
mother is going to love you.”
“That’s not an answer to my question.”
“I’ve been wrong. Occasionally.” Moving in closer, he
blocked her back against the door. “About some minor things.” He reached for the
tab of her shirt’s zipper. “Never when it’s important.”
The soft clacking of the zipper moving down its plastic
teeth underscored his last words. As her shirt parted, his gaze focused on her
breasts pushed up in her lacy demi-bra. “Too many lives depend on me being
right.” His words were solemn but had begun to roughen with the lust she
recognized. It roused her own from beneath the shield of anger she’d worn most
of the day.
He settled his hands on her waist. They weren’t gentle,
holding her. Catching her eyes with his own, he stepped close. And closer.
Until she was breathing in the warmth of his body and she had to tilt her head
back to keep his gaze.
“I’m right about us, Aurora.” He kissed her with a kiss
dramatically different from how he held her. His kiss was soft, a tender
summons that let her come to him.
Before her mind could react, instinct took over and lifted
the barrier caging in her desire. She arched up to press her lips harder to his
and wound her arms around his neck, searching to satiate the craving he ignited
in her with such little effort. Her full-body yearning was prodded by the sheer
necessity to silence the panic his earlier announcement had generated. It
terrified her to think that this far into their plan, she might lose her nerve or
do something that jeopardized everything.
She needed this. Him and what he could do to her. Needed him
to consume her body in his lust and make the questions, uncertainty and fear
all go away. Needed him to be right about this one thing even when she knew he
was so very wrong.
Twisting her fingers in his hair, she tugged his head down
further, took command of the kiss and drove them toward a passion both frantic
and consuming. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, swirling and tasting as her
body undulated in blatant invitation. Her breasts and hips rubbed against him
and when she felt the hard length of his cock, the sexual heat rolling through
her rushed to her center. With a moan, she wrapped her leg around him and
squeezed.
His hands gripped her ass and lifted her off the floor.
Following his direction, she brought her other leg up and encircled his waist,
locking her ankles together behind his lower back. Her writhing turned wild yet
the ache building inside her was only teased to a higher level. When he pressed
her more solidly against the door, the hardness of all that man pinning her in
place had her digging her nails into his shoulders and struggling to get
impossibly
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