Dangerous by Jacquelyn Frank

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    Devon was in the awkward position of having both hands pressed to his shoulder, so her body was twisted and one arm was crossed between their chests. It was like being bound away from him. She couldn’t let go, she couldn’t touch him as she longed to, and she couldn’t rest flush or even comfortably against him. She had to be satisfied with just his mouth and the feel of his big hand sliding possessively into her hair.
    She touched an eager tongue to Liam’s artfully teasing mouth, stepping up the exchange in hopes of matching the fire of anxious need broiling within her. Liam got the hint very well and in that next instant Devon’s mouth was filled with him; the flowing passion of his tongue, the crush of his hot lips, and the exclusive deliciousness that was Liam. His flavor was crisp and male. It was just Liam, as bold and stimulating to her senses as he was.
    He took her mouth, feeling her accept him with enthusiasm, but he could feel her need to shift into a more assertive role in the kiss. However, her contortionist’s position in his lap hindered her. He took shameless advantage of her submissive posture by pushing his will onto her with every possessive nuance he could convey. When her eyes flew open, he knew she was well aware of his advantageous terms. Soon, however, she didn’t seem to care much either way. She groaned soft sounds of pleasure as he slowly studied the form and function of her mouth with thoroughness enough to impress. She tasted like heaven; his heart pounded harder with every passing second of pleasure it gave him. Her hair slid all around his fingers as he held her and it felt like divinity.
    More than all of that, however, was the incredible feel of her body. She was vibrating with pent up energy and unexpressed desire. Forcing it all into the outlet of a kiss was impossible for someone as naturally sexual and sensual as she was. She didn’t merely squirm around in his lap; she flowed in those small shifting movements that struck him like eddies of intense heat. She was radiating her desire to be flush with him, to surround him and to touch him.
    â€œLet go,” he gasped against her lips. She fished for his tongue once more and he was swept into her wild need again for a long minute before he could break away and repeat, “Let go, baby.”
    â€œI can’t,” she panted softly, nibbling at his lips until she just about drove him crazy with the teasing lure of her flickering tongue. She had quite a way with her mouth and it made him insane to think of it turned loose on the rest of his body.
    â€œLet go.” This time he reached up with his free hand, the one on his injured side, and grasped both her wrists in his fingers. The message was clear. He was prepared to strong-arm her if she didn’t obey, knowing full well that the struggle would do more damage to him than bleeding would.
    â€œStubborn bastard,” she muttered furiously as she let go. There was humor in the fact that she instantly slid her hands over him to embrace him after the epithet, one scraping up his neck and into his crisp hair, the other curving over his healthy shoulder.
    â€œStubborn bitch,” he shot back readily as he used his now free arm to bind a forearm around her back, dragging her flush to his chest. Without the weight of his jacket in the way, he could feel the pressure of her generous breasts and their pebbled tips.
    He was also about to feel the vented pressure of Devon’s restricted passion. Her bottom lifted from his lap briefly, raising her torso up high enough to tease his mouth with the brush of a breast. She threw one knee over him, settling herself snuggly in a straddle over his hips and thighs. Liam’s head dropped back, his throat working as he released a groan.
    â€œGod, you’re hot,” he choked out as his hand slid down to her hip. She was very, very hot. He felt her body burning through his clothing until he