His Most Wanted by Sandra Jones Page B

I want you, and I think you feel the same. Tell me if I’m wrong, and I’ll never say another word, never touch you again.”
    Her tongue turned to stone, the response evading her, even though she felt certain he would keep his word since it had been so important to him earlier when they’d lost Andrea’s attacker.
    No, although it would keep him from her forever, she couldn’t lie and say she didn’t want him.
    Her silence betrayed her thoughts, and Kit’s eyes reflected his realization of the same. His brow smoothed and his gaze became liquid silver in the dim lamplight, his decision made. He traced her jaw with his fingertips, then leaned forward and gave her the softest kiss.
    Pure heaven poured through her.
    He held her cheek in his palm as he breathed in. His eyes were half-lidded as he eased back. “Cora, I have done much I am ashamed of, but I have always fought honorably, and I’ve never harmed a woman. I would never.” His gaze opened, and she felt a current pass from his hand to her, tangible evidence of how important it was for her to understand him.
    â€œI’m not afraid of you.” Intending to prove it, she rested her hand over his heart. His skin was unexpectedly hot against hers. Her own heartbeat thundered, contrasting her words.
    He lifted his brows in challenge, but his light touch lingered on her cheek as if he feared breaking the spell between them. “It’s all right if you are. I’ve never met a man with a badge I fully trusted. All that power…” His gaze floated to her lips and back, telling her he thought about kissing her more and yet resisted. What was he waiting for?
    Her. The answer came to her with a rush of warmth, half from humiliation and half from appreciation for his kindness.
    â€œW-what else did Andrea tell you besides what happened with her and McGruder?”
    A tiny line appeared between his brows, but his gaze remained locked on her. “I think you know the answer to that. You’ll find I’m nothing like him or his kind.” He took her hand from his chest and brought her knuckles to his mouth where he brushed a kiss across them. “You already know it. C’mere and let me show you, sweetheart.”
    Desire coursed through her.
    Though she was sure to regret it later, her decision was made. Throwing caution to the wind, she braced a hand on his shoulder and kissed him.
    He sank his fingers into the hair at the back of her head, keeping her close, but once her mouth touched his, she stayed of her own volition. Blood thundered in her ears as he swept his tongue between her parted lips and kissed her as if she belonged to him. He snaked his other arm around her and pulled her closer until she was in his lap. She slipped her hands inside his open shirt and found the hard curves of his warm shoulders.
    He deepened the kiss, and she felt the urge to burrow under his skin, wanting to connect with him and know him more intimately.
    She grasped the waist of his pants, but he stopped her, covering her hands with his.
    â€œRemove your clothes for me,” he murmured.
    She glanced at the lantern, her heart swooping with sudden self-consciousness. “What? Why?”
    â€œI want to watch you. Just pretend you’re alone.”
    â€œRight.” She sat back, clutching the edges of her shirt. As if anyone could forget Kit Wainwright’s gorgeous blue eyes were watching as ravenous as if she were a juicy steak.
    When he gave no quarter on the issue, she stood on weak legs and turned sideways so that her body was standing half in the light. She unbuttoned her vest and shirt first and dropped them on the floor, leaving her body exposed in her pale blue corset, which, truth be told, she’d chosen to wear that day because it was the same color as Kit’s eyes. Bordered in lace and made of satin, it was an excessively extravagant piece of underwear, but it made her feel lovely. Decadent. And,