Fiery Pursuit (Passionate Pursuits, Book One) by Jean Hart Stewart Page A

that shattered her resolve to stay aloof, no matter what her treacherous heart shouted at her.
    “Will you kiss me, Lars?”
    She reached up and drew his head down, linking her hands behind his neck. His shining hair fell around his face and she smiled as she caught a glimpse of his beloved ears.
    “Please, Lars.”
    With a groan he took her lips with a hot kiss that melted her defenses. Raw sexual longing stabbed down her body, ending at that magical point between her legs that he alone could assuage. She rose on tiptoe, rubbing her lower body against his, a carnal enticement that elicited another groan from him. He grabbed her hips, grinding into her with a rock-hard erection, sending waves of pleasurable lust and longing through her.
    “Lars, please come to me now.” She tilted her lower body to feel all of his male power. She adored that stiff cock and the fact she could so easily make him harden. He kissed her deeply for a long time, until her underwear dripped moisture and she writhed her hips against his. Taking a deep breath, she pulled back a little, smiling at him in anticipation.
    “Will you marry me, Sophie?”
    Not at all what she’d expected. How could he think of anything but carrying her to the nearest bed? Or chair. Or wherever she could take that huge cock into her pulsing body.
    Marry him? Oh no. I want to so much. But I cannot ruin his life.
    She fingered his hair, winding a lock of it around one finger. “Can we make love now and talk later? I do so crave your magnificent body.”
    Kissing his lips, she felt their softness begin to stiffen. He stepped back enough that she couldn’t feel his cock pressing into her stomach. He’d been so huge and hard. How could he pull away? She could almost climax just thinking about how he’d pound into her.
    To her dismay he took her shoulders and set her away from him.
    “No, Sophie, we cannot. I desperately want to marry you and make love for the rest of our lives. I will spend my life making sure you’re happy. But I will not bed you again unless we are officially affianced and our wedding date set.”
    She dropped her arms and slowly drew away. The fire in her turned to an icy chill she knew would never diminish if Lars stopped loving her. Wrapping her arms around herself, she shivered. Knowing she’d asked for this kind of desperate coldness didn’t stop the dismay she felt might never leave her.
    Tears formed in her eyes and he swore softly.
    “Come here, my love. I know what you want. There’s no need for both of us to suffer.”
    He went quickly to the door and locked it and then turned to her and took her hand.
    “Remember when I first made love to you in a chair? We’ll adapt that a bit, so you can rest better tonight.”
     
    He sat down in the largest chair in the room and pulled her onto his lap. Her look of anticipation made the corners of his mouth lift at a time he was surprised he could even think of smiling. He laid her back over one arm and used the other hand to caress her in every way he knew. Unbuttoning her blouse, he kissed each nipple and laved them with his tongue. Delicately biting the stiff peaks made her scream, but he’d been anticipating that and swallowed as much of the sound as he could.
    He was genuinely smiling now. No matter how long she held out, Sophie would be his. There was too much love in her for anything else. Feeling under her skirt, he quickly found the swollen spot he wanted and began to circle her clit with a knowing motion that made her thrash in his arms, gasping and clutching at his shoulders.
    She’d been starved for physical release and he didn’t have long to wait. When she started to shake he kissed her deeply again, effectively throttling her incipient shout. He held her with gentle strength, kissing her hair and any spot he could reach on her face. He knew the moment she recovered enough from her thrashing orgasm to reach up and grab his head and pull it down to hers.
    “Please, Lars. That was