detached. With her, it was impossible.
“Mmm…” was all she said before she cuddled even closer.
Her knee glided against the hard evidence of his arousal. He muffled a tormented groan then forgot to breathe when her hand drifted back and forth across his chest. If she was playacting and purposely trying to seduce him…it was working. If she wasn’t purposely seducing him…it was still working.
He didn’t want to be so intensely affected by this woman. He didn’t want her to matter to him, didn’t want to care about her. Didn’t want to be emotionally involved. The bittersweet memory of Elaina still weighed heavily on his mind and she deserved to be remembered. She deserved to be separate.
Savanna opened those melting brown eyes that were surrounded by long thick lashes. Her sensuous lips parted on a soft sigh. Fletch was ashamed to say that Elaina’s memory flitted away because he couldn’t see past Savanna. He couldn’t think past this overwhelming need to taste Savanna once more. He ached to mold her shapely body to his and let this hungry desire run its course.
He surrendered to lusty desire that was eating him alive. Their breaths merged and their bodies strained closer together. Fletch felt the compelling heat and resented every scrap of clothing that separated his aching flesh from her silky skin.
She arched toward him, all but begging for another ravishing kiss. Desire bombarded him repeatedly and he groaned with the nearly overwhelming need to be inside her. Fletch thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth, tasting her as thoroughly as he ached to bury himself in her softest flesh.
“Fletch…?”
When her voice fizzled out, he raised his head to stare into her glazed eyes. He tried to decide if Savanna had recovered from the side effects of the sedative. Did she have her wits about her? Or was she drifting on a plane somewhere beyond reality? Was he taking unfair advantage or being lured in? Whichever it was, he felt vulnerable. Although it wasn’t a feeling he was comfortable with, tender emotion kept crowding in on him when he was with Savanna.
This was his worst nightmare. She was a captured fugitive. He wondered if she would call in favors when she realized how fiercely she affected him. What worried the hell out of him was that he would grant her special favors because he had become intrigued and obsessed with her.
While he wrestled with his conflicting thoughts, rain pounded down on the improvised teepee and the wind wailed like a banshee. The thatched shelter popped and swayed as Fletch helped himself to one last kiss.
Thunder boomed overhead, jostling Savanna from the fog of sedation. When she realized she was kissing Fletch as if there were no tomorrow and she wanted to share her last breath with him, she froze. Shame and embarrassment pelted her while hailstones pounded against their shelter. Sweet mercy! What was she doing? What had happened to the usual restraint and common sense she applied to dealingwith men? She’d lost her ability to reason after she sipped the brew and fallen beneath the spell of a sleeping potion.
Savanna suspected that Fletch had purposely mixed a concoction that sent her natural inhibitions flying off in the wind. She’d like to strangle the manipulative scoundrel for it, make him pay for unleashing all these reckless desires she didn’t realize she was capable of feeling!
She was in the act of rearing back her arm so she could slap him silly then give him the tongue-lashing he so richly deserved, but she became sidetracked when the fierce gale uplifted the thatched walls. Rain and hail hammered at them as the flimsy shelter collapsed. Her preservation instincts kicked in. She rolled to her hands and knees then surged to her feet. She yelped in surprise when Fletch clamped hold of her ankle and sent her sprawling facedown on the pallet.
And poof, just like that, the pleasure of kissing him went up in smoke. Mistrust and animosity flared between
“Mmm…” was all she said before she cuddled even closer.
Her knee glided against the hard evidence of his arousal. He muffled a tormented groan then forgot to breathe when her hand drifted back and forth across his chest. If she was playacting and purposely trying to seduce him…it was working. If she wasn’t purposely seducing him…it was still working.
He didn’t want to be so intensely affected by this woman. He didn’t want her to matter to him, didn’t want to care about her. Didn’t want to be emotionally involved. The bittersweet memory of Elaina still weighed heavily on his mind and she deserved to be remembered. She deserved to be separate.
Savanna opened those melting brown eyes that were surrounded by long thick lashes. Her sensuous lips parted on a soft sigh. Fletch was ashamed to say that Elaina’s memory flitted away because he couldn’t see past Savanna. He couldn’t think past this overwhelming need to taste Savanna once more. He ached to mold her shapely body to his and let this hungry desire run its course.
He surrendered to lusty desire that was eating him alive. Their breaths merged and their bodies strained closer together. Fletch felt the compelling heat and resented every scrap of clothing that separated his aching flesh from her silky skin.
She arched toward him, all but begging for another ravishing kiss. Desire bombarded him repeatedly and he groaned with the nearly overwhelming need to be inside her. Fletch thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth, tasting her as thoroughly as he ached to bury himself in her softest flesh.
“Fletch…?”
When her voice fizzled out, he raised his head to stare into her glazed eyes. He tried to decide if Savanna had recovered from the side effects of the sedative. Did she have her wits about her? Or was she drifting on a plane somewhere beyond reality? Was he taking unfair advantage or being lured in? Whichever it was, he felt vulnerable. Although it wasn’t a feeling he was comfortable with, tender emotion kept crowding in on him when he was with Savanna.
This was his worst nightmare. She was a captured fugitive. He wondered if she would call in favors when she realized how fiercely she affected him. What worried the hell out of him was that he would grant her special favors because he had become intrigued and obsessed with her.
While he wrestled with his conflicting thoughts, rain pounded down on the improvised teepee and the wind wailed like a banshee. The thatched shelter popped and swayed as Fletch helped himself to one last kiss.
Thunder boomed overhead, jostling Savanna from the fog of sedation. When she realized she was kissing Fletch as if there were no tomorrow and she wanted to share her last breath with him, she froze. Shame and embarrassment pelted her while hailstones pounded against their shelter. Sweet mercy! What was she doing? What had happened to the usual restraint and common sense she applied to dealingwith men? She’d lost her ability to reason after she sipped the brew and fallen beneath the spell of a sleeping potion.
Savanna suspected that Fletch had purposely mixed a concoction that sent her natural inhibitions flying off in the wind. She’d like to strangle the manipulative scoundrel for it, make him pay for unleashing all these reckless desires she didn’t realize she was capable of feeling!
She was in the act of rearing back her arm so she could slap him silly then give him the tongue-lashing he so richly deserved, but she became sidetracked when the fierce gale uplifted the thatched walls. Rain and hail hammered at them as the flimsy shelter collapsed. Her preservation instincts kicked in. She rolled to her hands and knees then surged to her feet. She yelped in surprise when Fletch clamped hold of her ankle and sent her sprawling facedown on the pallet.
And poof, just like that, the pleasure of kissing him went up in smoke. Mistrust and animosity flared between
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