Succumb to Me by Julia Keaton Page A

breath as he stared at her lush body finally revealed to
him by her own hand. She was everything he’d ever imagined, and the
urge to crush her against his body was so great, he nearly swept
the contents off his desk with one hand so that he could lay her
down upon it and take her as he’d always wanted.
     
    Excruciating desire tightened his groin,
making his balls and cock ache as never before. Blood thudded dully
through him, making him feel sluggish and hot.
     
    He’d meant to break down her resistance, but
all he felt like he’d accomplished was prolonging his own
torture.
     
    From the top of her white golden hair, the
graceful arch of her neck, to her full supple breasts tipped with
tiny pale rose nipples, he could not stop staring. He ate her body
with his eyes, imaging her twisted around him, writing in ecstasy,
calling out his name and begging for him to fuck her. The hollow of
her flat stomach begged for the trace of his tongue down to the
thatch of pale blond hair that marked the triangle of her sex.
     
    Indeed, the artist had not captured her. Not
in the slightest. And he was glad of that. He’d kill any other man
for daring to look at her like this.
     
    Logan’s body leapt to life as desire, hot and
unbidden flooded him. Blood rushed to his groin, making his cock
harden unbearably. He reveled in the sensation, the longing to take
and taste, devour and conquer. How would it feel to sink into her
uncharted depths, to feel her tight wet heat envelop him?
     
    He stopped his circle in front of her,
staring at her downturned lids. She had her head ducked in
shame.
     
    He knew he shouldn’t touch her. Knew that to
give in to the impulse would only enflame him further.
     
    He couldn’t help himself.
     
    Logan reached to take her into his arms. The
moment he felt her warm, soft skin, he was lost to sanity.
     
    Winter whimpered as his hands met the bare
flesh of her back, pulling her closer while he lowered his mouth to
nuzzle the silky flesh of her neck.
     
    “No,” she said, remaining stiff against him,
resisting the draw of his lips on the shell of her ear. Goosebumps
dimpled her skin in reaction to his touch.
     
    She tasted even better than he’d thought.
     
    “Put your arms around me, Winter,” he
commanded in a voice hoarse with desire.
     
    She obeyed him quietly, her eyes squeezed
tightly shut as her trembling arms encircled his neck and he could
feel the heat of her flesh close around him.
     
    He caressed the firm flesh of her buttocks,
cupping each to press her tightly against him. He groaned to feel
the weight of her buttocks, the soft, untouched skin. She shuddered
in his arms, an admission of weakness, and it nearly drove him
insane to possess her.
     
    “Kiss me,” he demanded roughly.
     
    Winter thought she would faint from the
feeling of his hands on her bare skin. She felt hot and
light-headed. She couldn’t catch her breath, and the feel of his
cock digging into her lower belly made her tremble so hard she
thought she’d shake into a million pieces.
     
    Hesitantly, she pressed her lips quickly to
his, keeping her mouth closed and tight.
     
    His dark eyes burned into hers with an
intensity that made her shudder. “Again. Like you mean it,” he
ordered savagely.
     
    “I don’t know how,” she whispered.
     
    “Like this,” he growled as his lips covered
hers.
     
    Warm and demanding, he forced his tongue past
the barrier of her lips into her mouth. His tongue sought her own,
setting off explosions of warm pleasurable sensation that she
struggled to fight off before she could lose her mind any more than
she already hand. He smelled cleanly masculine, tasted of warm
brandy.
     
    Maybe it was the raw touch of his hands in a
place she’d never been touched—she didn’t know. But feeling his
hands cup her buttocks and the hard dig of his cock into her
woman’s place set off a flash fire within her blood that was nearly
impossible to ignore.
     
    Weakness pervaded her