her.
She was drunk on sensation, drunk on him, utterly unable to keep her body from straining and writhing against his. Couldn’t get enough of the taste of his mouth. Or the feel of his body, aroused and urgent, vibrating with intensity. Or the way his hands were moving sensuously, demandingly over her, caressing her face, thrusting through her hair, kneading down her back. They splayed across her butt and held her hard against the inciting rigidity of his cock, which was setting her whole body on fire even through two layers of denim. She was burning up with passion, losing herself in the devastating delight of the way he made her feel.
Oh my God! she thought with a jolt. What am I doing? This was Ian Raeder! The guy with the rep. The bane of her life. The man she had always considered her enemy.
She came back to herself, incredulous and appalled. Tore herself away, gasping and breathless. He was struggling for air as desperately as she was. They stared at each other, still caught in that net of dark fire, urgent need and insistent desire.
Oh God, what had she just done? What had just been unleashed between them?
“No!” she said violently. “No!”
And fled.
Chapter Five
He shouldn’t have done that. Ian braced himself on the counter, arms straight, and shook.
He’d never lost control like that before. He’d only meant to kiss her. Just once. The lightest and most undemanding of kisses. Had wanted only to feel her lips against his and hold her in his arms. Just to know what it would be like. To have something to remember. Nothing more.
But then her lips had parted and his brain had gone to lunch. Sweeter than wine, more addictive than any drug, she had flooded his senses, shorted his mind right out. If she hadn’t pulled away, he wouldn’t have been able to stop, would have taken her right then and there on the kitchen floor.
It shocked him, how little control he had around her. Ian prided himself on his ability to master any situation. He always knew exactly what he was doing. He might fling himself into things impulsively and wholeheartedly, but his mind never stopped working out the odds. It looked for solutions coldly and clearly, checked everything around him to see how it might be turned to his advantage. What might seem to be recklessness to those who didn’t know better was always carefully calculated.
Tigers and lions might go berserk. Leopards never did. They were cool, crafty, cunning predators, always in control, adapting to circumstance, constantly thinking.
With Sierra, he stopped thinking. Could only feel. That had never happened to him before. He had no defenses against her except that mockery that was beyond him now. He was utterly open and vulnerable to her. She could destroy him with a glance.
He could still feel her hands moving upon him, her body clinging to his. She had responded. Kissed him back. Wanted him.
But then she had fled. She must have remembered the other side of him. The cat. The Shifter. Not full-human.
He couldn’t believe that he had forgotten. Everything he had been warned about since birth had gone out of his mind with the first brush of her lips against his.
One didn’t mate with humans. One could have brief liaisons with them, but nothing more serious. Sierra deserved more. Some casual affair wasn’t for her. He too wanted more. But being what he was, more wasn’t possible. Humans and Shifters couldn’t breed. He’d be cheating her of so much—of children, of a family. It wouldn’t be fair to her.
But that was a moot point. She’d never let him near her again. Not after this. She must be totally horrified by what had happened. He was… other . From her angle, a monster.
* * * * *
Sierra leaned back against her closed door and gasped. God, she had almost dragged him right down to the ground! She was on fire, shaking and shuddering with heat, her breath panting in her open mouth. No one had ever made her feel this way before, so wanton,
She was drunk on sensation, drunk on him, utterly unable to keep her body from straining and writhing against his. Couldn’t get enough of the taste of his mouth. Or the feel of his body, aroused and urgent, vibrating with intensity. Or the way his hands were moving sensuously, demandingly over her, caressing her face, thrusting through her hair, kneading down her back. They splayed across her butt and held her hard against the inciting rigidity of his cock, which was setting her whole body on fire even through two layers of denim. She was burning up with passion, losing herself in the devastating delight of the way he made her feel.
Oh my God! she thought with a jolt. What am I doing? This was Ian Raeder! The guy with the rep. The bane of her life. The man she had always considered her enemy.
She came back to herself, incredulous and appalled. Tore herself away, gasping and breathless. He was struggling for air as desperately as she was. They stared at each other, still caught in that net of dark fire, urgent need and insistent desire.
Oh God, what had she just done? What had just been unleashed between them?
“No!” she said violently. “No!”
And fled.
Chapter Five
He shouldn’t have done that. Ian braced himself on the counter, arms straight, and shook.
He’d never lost control like that before. He’d only meant to kiss her. Just once. The lightest and most undemanding of kisses. Had wanted only to feel her lips against his and hold her in his arms. Just to know what it would be like. To have something to remember. Nothing more.
But then her lips had parted and his brain had gone to lunch. Sweeter than wine, more addictive than any drug, she had flooded his senses, shorted his mind right out. If she hadn’t pulled away, he wouldn’t have been able to stop, would have taken her right then and there on the kitchen floor.
It shocked him, how little control he had around her. Ian prided himself on his ability to master any situation. He always knew exactly what he was doing. He might fling himself into things impulsively and wholeheartedly, but his mind never stopped working out the odds. It looked for solutions coldly and clearly, checked everything around him to see how it might be turned to his advantage. What might seem to be recklessness to those who didn’t know better was always carefully calculated.
Tigers and lions might go berserk. Leopards never did. They were cool, crafty, cunning predators, always in control, adapting to circumstance, constantly thinking.
With Sierra, he stopped thinking. Could only feel. That had never happened to him before. He had no defenses against her except that mockery that was beyond him now. He was utterly open and vulnerable to her. She could destroy him with a glance.
He could still feel her hands moving upon him, her body clinging to his. She had responded. Kissed him back. Wanted him.
But then she had fled. She must have remembered the other side of him. The cat. The Shifter. Not full-human.
He couldn’t believe that he had forgotten. Everything he had been warned about since birth had gone out of his mind with the first brush of her lips against his.
One didn’t mate with humans. One could have brief liaisons with them, but nothing more serious. Sierra deserved more. Some casual affair wasn’t for her. He too wanted more. But being what he was, more wasn’t possible. Humans and Shifters couldn’t breed. He’d be cheating her of so much—of children, of a family. It wouldn’t be fair to her.
But that was a moot point. She’d never let him near her again. Not after this. She must be totally horrified by what had happened. He was… other . From her angle, a monster.
* * * * *
Sierra leaned back against her closed door and gasped. God, she had almost dragged him right down to the ground! She was on fire, shaking and shuddering with heat, her breath panting in her open mouth. No one had ever made her feel this way before, so wanton,
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