breathless.
All he could think of was the warmth of her body on his, the way her cheek felt pressed against his.
Before he realized what he was doing, he tilted her chin up with his hand and lowered his mouth to her parted lips.
Sin moaned at the taste of her mouth. The feel of her breath mingling with his as her tongue hesitantlyswept against his. She smelled of woman and lilacs, of pure, blissful heaven. He cupped her face in his hands, and just inhaled the scents and feelings of the only tender moment he’d ever known.
His blood rushed in his ears as his body burned for her, and it took every ounce of his strength not to unlace her gown and sample more of her.
Sample all of her.
Callie’s head swam at the taste of the man, of the power of his arms around her. His tongue teased hers relentlessly. A deep-seated ache threatened to overwhelm her as he stirred feelings and sensations in her body she’d never before known.
His arms tightened around her body and she could feel the muscles of his back flexing beneath her hands. Goodness, but he was all solid muscle. All manly power.
And she wanted him in a way she’d never wanted anything. The female in her awoke with such a ferocious demand that she was stunned it didn’t incinerate her. What was this fire inside her? This ache she had, to strip off his clothes and touch every part of him with her hands? Her lips?
For the first time in her life, she understood what her friends meant when they spoke in hushed whispers about their husbands. No wonder they blushed and giggled.
Kissing was wonderful!
He ran his hands down her back to her ribs. Callie throbbed even more as she arched against him. Instinctively, she rubbed herself against him. He answered her with an animalistic growl as he deepened his kiss and moved his hand to cup her breast throughthe fabric of her gown. She moaned at the feel of him.
Sin hissed at the way her breast overfilled his hand. At the way she tasted of such sweet innocence and fire. Her hands sought out his body, stroking him, inflaming him. And all he could think of was laying her back and…
He pulled back and stared at her half-open eyes. Her lips were swollen as she breathed raggedly. He could just imagine how she would look in his bed. Imagine how it would feel to claim her.
Tomorrow, she would be his. He could take her then, over and over, until they were both spent.
But in his heart, he knew that would never happen.
He would never allow that to happen.
“Why do you look at me that way?” she asked.
“What way is that?”
“Forlornly. You remind me of a wishful dreamer staring after something he thinks he can never have.”
Sin blinked and forced all the feelings from his body as he released her. He gently extricated himself from her and the temptation she offered. “I didn’t realize I was doing that.”
“You do it quite a bit, actually.”
“Well then, I shall have to be more careful, shan’t I?”
She leaned forward as if to impart a great secret. “I think you’ve spent way too much time trying to keep anyone from seeing your emotions.”
He snorted at her. “Except for you. You seem to be able to see into my thoughts with uncanny accuracy.”
“My father claimed it was my mother’s blood. Legend has it her family came from the fey folk.”
Sin looked away. “I don’t believe in such tales.”
“I figured as much. You strike me as a man who will only believe in what he can see or touch.”
“Exactly.”
“But you know, sometimes it’s what you don’t see that has the most power.”
“Meaning?”
“Love for one thing. It’s the most powerful thing on earth, and yet you can’t see it or touch it. You can only feel it.”
He shook his head at her whimsical words. “Spoken like a true romantic spirit.”
“You don’t believe it?”
“Remember what you said. I don’t believe in anything I can’t see or touch.”
“So, you’ve never been in love?”
“Nay.
All he could think of was the warmth of her body on his, the way her cheek felt pressed against his.
Before he realized what he was doing, he tilted her chin up with his hand and lowered his mouth to her parted lips.
Sin moaned at the taste of her mouth. The feel of her breath mingling with his as her tongue hesitantlyswept against his. She smelled of woman and lilacs, of pure, blissful heaven. He cupped her face in his hands, and just inhaled the scents and feelings of the only tender moment he’d ever known.
His blood rushed in his ears as his body burned for her, and it took every ounce of his strength not to unlace her gown and sample more of her.
Sample all of her.
Callie’s head swam at the taste of the man, of the power of his arms around her. His tongue teased hers relentlessly. A deep-seated ache threatened to overwhelm her as he stirred feelings and sensations in her body she’d never before known.
His arms tightened around her body and she could feel the muscles of his back flexing beneath her hands. Goodness, but he was all solid muscle. All manly power.
And she wanted him in a way she’d never wanted anything. The female in her awoke with such a ferocious demand that she was stunned it didn’t incinerate her. What was this fire inside her? This ache she had, to strip off his clothes and touch every part of him with her hands? Her lips?
For the first time in her life, she understood what her friends meant when they spoke in hushed whispers about their husbands. No wonder they blushed and giggled.
Kissing was wonderful!
He ran his hands down her back to her ribs. Callie throbbed even more as she arched against him. Instinctively, she rubbed herself against him. He answered her with an animalistic growl as he deepened his kiss and moved his hand to cup her breast throughthe fabric of her gown. She moaned at the feel of him.
Sin hissed at the way her breast overfilled his hand. At the way she tasted of such sweet innocence and fire. Her hands sought out his body, stroking him, inflaming him. And all he could think of was laying her back and…
He pulled back and stared at her half-open eyes. Her lips were swollen as she breathed raggedly. He could just imagine how she would look in his bed. Imagine how it would feel to claim her.
Tomorrow, she would be his. He could take her then, over and over, until they were both spent.
But in his heart, he knew that would never happen.
He would never allow that to happen.
“Why do you look at me that way?” she asked.
“What way is that?”
“Forlornly. You remind me of a wishful dreamer staring after something he thinks he can never have.”
Sin blinked and forced all the feelings from his body as he released her. He gently extricated himself from her and the temptation she offered. “I didn’t realize I was doing that.”
“You do it quite a bit, actually.”
“Well then, I shall have to be more careful, shan’t I?”
She leaned forward as if to impart a great secret. “I think you’ve spent way too much time trying to keep anyone from seeing your emotions.”
He snorted at her. “Except for you. You seem to be able to see into my thoughts with uncanny accuracy.”
“My father claimed it was my mother’s blood. Legend has it her family came from the fey folk.”
Sin looked away. “I don’t believe in such tales.”
“I figured as much. You strike me as a man who will only believe in what he can see or touch.”
“Exactly.”
“But you know, sometimes it’s what you don’t see that has the most power.”
“Meaning?”
“Love for one thing. It’s the most powerful thing on earth, and yet you can’t see it or touch it. You can only feel it.”
He shook his head at her whimsical words. “Spoken like a true romantic spirit.”
“You don’t believe it?”
“Remember what you said. I don’t believe in anything I can’t see or touch.”
“So, you’ve never been in love?”
“Nay.
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