transformation. Giving up oneself to another human being. To Drago. To the man who’d hovered at the edges of her emotional interior for four long years. She’d lied to herself. She’d never been able to put him behind her.
For a moment, she lost herself in the kiss. Dueled tongue to tongue. Reveled in Drago’s arms around her again. Immersed herself in a way that she’d experienced with no other man. When his hands slipped beneath the lace of her bra to cup her breasts, her head grew light. She imagined the things he was going to do to her…the things she would do to him.
The things they had done that had been unexpected…
He presses her against the wall. Pins her there and enters her. She wraps her legs around his thighs. They kiss long and deep and with such vigor she thinks he’ll come fast and hard.
Instead he stops moving. Stops kissing. Simply pins her in place, his hands pulling hers up over her head into the wall.
He looks so deep into her eyes that she can’t turn away. Their eyes connect them in a way she can’t explain. But deep inside, she needs. Wants. Must have.
As if compelled, she rotates her hips, trying to make him move with her. Her body is on fire. She needs relief. He’s not cooperating. She shoves herself against his length, drawing back to shove again. Again. And again. Pumping against him with a fury born of desire. Finally, lit from within, she climbs to the heights of ecstasy with a war cry torn from her throat.
Only when she drifts down and regains sanity does she realize he’s smiling at her. Still hard, he now begins to move and she comes again.
Again.
And again…
Moaning, she felt her head go light as he stroked her hardened nipples. Felt her inner flesh soften and grow moist with growing desire. She wanted him. Now. Again. And again.
Why not? Why was she hesitating?
Doubt crept in. Drago’d had four years to contact her. Four long years to make a simple call. Besides, he didn’t feel like the same person with whom she’d spent that amazing weekend. How could he? He’d spent months afterward in jail, consorting with criminals. Might still be there if he hadn’t taken a plea. He was simply taking advantage of her weakness.
With a gasp, she shoved him away from her. “Is that unexpected enough for you?”
He reached out as if to touch her face. She intercepted his hand with her shirt.
“Here. This is what you wanted. Isn’t it?”
He arched an eyebrow. “You wanted that kiss. You wanted more.”
“Don’t touch me again!”
His expression closed. Now he was the one gritting his teeth. She was, of course, lying. And she was certain that he of course knew it.
Sounding ticked, he plucked the shirt from her fingers. “Next time, you’ll have to ask me to touch you.”
“That’ll be…”
But he turned his back on her before she could add
never
. She wanted to deny that would ever happen, but he didn’t give her the chance. He went straight to the kitchen sink and turned on the water. She forced herself under control.
“Keep it cold,” she reminded him.
He muttered something, but the pouring water covered for him. She stood there for a moment simply staring at his back.
Angry. Frustrated. Wanting.
She told herself she wanted to be done with him.
Now
. The last thing she needed right now was getting involved with anyone.
Looking around, she found only two doors leading to other areas of the apartment. The first was to a storage closet, the other to the bedroom. A glance back told her Drago was paying her exactly no mind. He was scrubbing the heck out of her shirt, making her wonder if it would survive his irritation with her. She crossed through the room, trying to ignore the king-sized bed, trying to stay the picture-perfect memories of other things they’d done in that hotel room now flicking through her mind.
Oh, Lord, stop!
Aroused, she forced her mind to the task at hand and entered the adjoining bathroom. She couldn’t do this to herself.
For a moment, she lost herself in the kiss. Dueled tongue to tongue. Reveled in Drago’s arms around her again. Immersed herself in a way that she’d experienced with no other man. When his hands slipped beneath the lace of her bra to cup her breasts, her head grew light. She imagined the things he was going to do to her…the things she would do to him.
The things they had done that had been unexpected…
He presses her against the wall. Pins her there and enters her. She wraps her legs around his thighs. They kiss long and deep and with such vigor she thinks he’ll come fast and hard.
Instead he stops moving. Stops kissing. Simply pins her in place, his hands pulling hers up over her head into the wall.
He looks so deep into her eyes that she can’t turn away. Their eyes connect them in a way she can’t explain. But deep inside, she needs. Wants. Must have.
As if compelled, she rotates her hips, trying to make him move with her. Her body is on fire. She needs relief. He’s not cooperating. She shoves herself against his length, drawing back to shove again. Again. And again. Pumping against him with a fury born of desire. Finally, lit from within, she climbs to the heights of ecstasy with a war cry torn from her throat.
Only when she drifts down and regains sanity does she realize he’s smiling at her. Still hard, he now begins to move and she comes again.
Again.
And again…
Moaning, she felt her head go light as he stroked her hardened nipples. Felt her inner flesh soften and grow moist with growing desire. She wanted him. Now. Again. And again.
Why not? Why was she hesitating?
Doubt crept in. Drago’d had four years to contact her. Four long years to make a simple call. Besides, he didn’t feel like the same person with whom she’d spent that amazing weekend. How could he? He’d spent months afterward in jail, consorting with criminals. Might still be there if he hadn’t taken a plea. He was simply taking advantage of her weakness.
With a gasp, she shoved him away from her. “Is that unexpected enough for you?”
He reached out as if to touch her face. She intercepted his hand with her shirt.
“Here. This is what you wanted. Isn’t it?”
He arched an eyebrow. “You wanted that kiss. You wanted more.”
“Don’t touch me again!”
His expression closed. Now he was the one gritting his teeth. She was, of course, lying. And she was certain that he of course knew it.
Sounding ticked, he plucked the shirt from her fingers. “Next time, you’ll have to ask me to touch you.”
“That’ll be…”
But he turned his back on her before she could add
never
. She wanted to deny that would ever happen, but he didn’t give her the chance. He went straight to the kitchen sink and turned on the water. She forced herself under control.
“Keep it cold,” she reminded him.
He muttered something, but the pouring water covered for him. She stood there for a moment simply staring at his back.
Angry. Frustrated. Wanting.
She told herself she wanted to be done with him.
Now
. The last thing she needed right now was getting involved with anyone.
Looking around, she found only two doors leading to other areas of the apartment. The first was to a storage closet, the other to the bedroom. A glance back told her Drago was paying her exactly no mind. He was scrubbing the heck out of her shirt, making her wonder if it would survive his irritation with her. She crossed through the room, trying to ignore the king-sized bed, trying to stay the picture-perfect memories of other things they’d done in that hotel room now flicking through her mind.
Oh, Lord, stop!
Aroused, she forced her mind to the task at hand and entered the adjoining bathroom. She couldn’t do this to herself.
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