the waffle weave and perfectly molded by the soft, giving fabric.
She couldn’t breathe. She wanted to protest, but without enough oxygen, she didn’t try.
He finally lifted his glittering eyes. “I am not going to change my mind,” he said flatly.
It was very hard to think. How could a man’s mere but charismatic presence, his heated eyes, arouse her body so much? When he did not belong to her, when they were in the midst of a battle? But he was staring at her mouth. “Never,” she whispered, “say never.”
His jaw flexed. “You know,” he said slowly, taking a step forward, “that getup is a helluva lot sexier than those expensive teddies and nightgowns you wear.”
He was still moving forward. She was frozen—because comprehension was crashing over her like a waterfall—and so was disbelief. “It...is?”
He paused before her. “Yeah. It is.” He lifted his hand and through the waffle weave, he touched her very erect nipple with his thumb.
Kait cried out.
Trev seized her, crushing her body against his, his mouth going to her neck, where he used his lips, his tongue and his teeth. His body was all muscle, and he was very aroused. Kait’s entire body turned into mush, while her brain became frantic.
This could not be happening
....
Suddenly he pushed up her top and latched on to her nipple, sucking it hard.
Oh, my God. It was happening
....Her brain started to shut down.
Electric desire coursed over her, through her, pooling in her loins.
He palmed her crotch. She wasn’t wearing anything beneath the tights, and she could practically feel his skin. His hand was large, hard, warm, and very, very possessive. He began to rub her rhythmically and she arched forward, for more, more, more, throbbing desperately, frantically, beneath his searching fingertips.
His mouth and tongue stopped their dangerous, wonderful torture. “You’re already ready for me?” he gasped.
Kait met his eyes and saw surprise. And in that single moment, sanity returned. She thought,
He is Lana’s husband!
And at that precise moment, his gaze darkened and he cursed. He pushed her away just as she leapt back from him. Grimly, his face still strained with lust, he stared at her as if she were the devil.
It took another moment for her brain to work the way that it should. “You had better go.” She was trembling, and foolishly, she wanted to cry.
His eyes narrowed with suspicion and hostility. “You’ve got me going good with your little act—the big eyes, the cute haircut, the mommy routine. Guess you win this round.”
“No,” Kait whispered in anguish. “I’m not playing a game....” But she was, and it was a terrible game, a game of lies and the betrayal of all trust.
He suddenly seized her arm and shook her. “Like hell you’re not!” He was furious now, but whether with her and her “act” or himself, she did not know. “You know what? Bottom line is I’m a man. And we’re still married. It’s been a long time since we slept together, baby. And right now, I can’t think of a better good-bye.”
It had been a long time since he’d slept with Lana.
“How long?” she demanded breathlessly, having to know.
“What?” He was incredulous.
She had to know.
“Refresh my memory, please!”
“The night of the May Day Ball,” he said. “You don’t remember the way we fucked each other’s brains out in Sara Lee’s bed?”
She folded her arms tightly across her aching breasts. “I remember. I wanted to see if you remembered.” It had been almost six months since he had slept with Lana.
Disgust covered his face. “Bullshit. You didn’t remember because there have been a dozen guys since.” He shook his head, appearing explosive. “You’re right. This was one bad idea.” He turned abruptly.
“Wait!”
He halted, not facing her, his shoulders stiff.
Her cry had been an impulsive one. What was she doing? She had to let him leave. Otherwise, they’d be making love on the floor. She
She couldn’t breathe. She wanted to protest, but without enough oxygen, she didn’t try.
He finally lifted his glittering eyes. “I am not going to change my mind,” he said flatly.
It was very hard to think. How could a man’s mere but charismatic presence, his heated eyes, arouse her body so much? When he did not belong to her, when they were in the midst of a battle? But he was staring at her mouth. “Never,” she whispered, “say never.”
His jaw flexed. “You know,” he said slowly, taking a step forward, “that getup is a helluva lot sexier than those expensive teddies and nightgowns you wear.”
He was still moving forward. She was frozen—because comprehension was crashing over her like a waterfall—and so was disbelief. “It...is?”
He paused before her. “Yeah. It is.” He lifted his hand and through the waffle weave, he touched her very erect nipple with his thumb.
Kait cried out.
Trev seized her, crushing her body against his, his mouth going to her neck, where he used his lips, his tongue and his teeth. His body was all muscle, and he was very aroused. Kait’s entire body turned into mush, while her brain became frantic.
This could not be happening
....
Suddenly he pushed up her top and latched on to her nipple, sucking it hard.
Oh, my God. It was happening
....Her brain started to shut down.
Electric desire coursed over her, through her, pooling in her loins.
He palmed her crotch. She wasn’t wearing anything beneath the tights, and she could practically feel his skin. His hand was large, hard, warm, and very, very possessive. He began to rub her rhythmically and she arched forward, for more, more, more, throbbing desperately, frantically, beneath his searching fingertips.
His mouth and tongue stopped their dangerous, wonderful torture. “You’re already ready for me?” he gasped.
Kait met his eyes and saw surprise. And in that single moment, sanity returned. She thought,
He is Lana’s husband!
And at that precise moment, his gaze darkened and he cursed. He pushed her away just as she leapt back from him. Grimly, his face still strained with lust, he stared at her as if she were the devil.
It took another moment for her brain to work the way that it should. “You had better go.” She was trembling, and foolishly, she wanted to cry.
His eyes narrowed with suspicion and hostility. “You’ve got me going good with your little act—the big eyes, the cute haircut, the mommy routine. Guess you win this round.”
“No,” Kait whispered in anguish. “I’m not playing a game....” But she was, and it was a terrible game, a game of lies and the betrayal of all trust.
He suddenly seized her arm and shook her. “Like hell you’re not!” He was furious now, but whether with her and her “act” or himself, she did not know. “You know what? Bottom line is I’m a man. And we’re still married. It’s been a long time since we slept together, baby. And right now, I can’t think of a better good-bye.”
It had been a long time since he’d slept with Lana.
“How long?” she demanded breathlessly, having to know.
“What?” He was incredulous.
She had to know.
“Refresh my memory, please!”
“The night of the May Day Ball,” he said. “You don’t remember the way we fucked each other’s brains out in Sara Lee’s bed?”
She folded her arms tightly across her aching breasts. “I remember. I wanted to see if you remembered.” It had been almost six months since he had slept with Lana.
Disgust covered his face. “Bullshit. You didn’t remember because there have been a dozen guys since.” He shook his head, appearing explosive. “You’re right. This was one bad idea.” He turned abruptly.
“Wait!”
He halted, not facing her, his shoulders stiff.
Her cry had been an impulsive one. What was she doing? She had to let him leave. Otherwise, they’d be making love on the floor. She
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