problem?”
“I—I—I—”
“Un-unh!” he exclaimed impatiently. “For once, just talk. Try being a little honest with yourself.”
Shivering in the moonlight, Whitney stared miserably into his searching eyes. How could she explain what she didn’t understand? Suddenly his hand was on her cheek, his thumb caressing her smooth skin. With rough tenderness he traced a pattern down and across her lips, a hard look of longing tautening his features. She read physical desire in his tense demand, but it was coupled with something else—evidence that that desire could only be appeased if it was reciprocated.
Swallowing, Whitney closed her eyes, shivering but un-protesting. His lips found hers and cajoled sweetly until her mouth opened and offered and received. The seeking, stabbing warmth of his commanding tongue was easily drugging her into submissive euphoria again; his whisper-light touch upon her body was a magic she had long anticipated but never expected to experience. The natural masculine scent of him came to her with its intoxicating woodsy aroma, and she lifted her hands to touch the raven hair, the rippled golden muscles of his shoulders. Her shivers became shudders of awed excitement, and a low moan escaped her throat as his lips left hers to travel down the line to her breasts as he began to unsnap the buttons of her shirt slowly, one by one by one, his tongue making little darting forays of moistness upon her flesh.
His fingers slipped into the waistband of her pants, and while they assuredly found the button, he met her heavy-lidded gaze with eyes smoldering gray from the intensity of his desire. Their locked stare sent another heat wave of shivers coursing through her, and even as he watched her, his breath coming in deeper and deeper pants, she heard the slow, steady sound of her zipper sliding open to his gentle, determined insistence.
His eyes continued to hold hers as his lips came back to drink more fully of her mouth, and his fingers splayed over her hip and the skin of her upper abdomen, conquering the area newly exposed to his touch, easing the material firmly lower. Her fingers had clung to his back, then frozen; his free hand rose to catch her right one, guiding it along his length to his hip, to the rigid tautness of his stomach, to the intimate warmth of pulsating strength that was shockingly vibrant and alive …
Whitney gasped, and then the panic set in. She felt innate terror that she couldn’t possibly handle or please a man of such demanding virility. Her body went rigid; her moan became a fervent denial. Releasing him as if she had been burned, she pushed at his massive shoulders, pushed fiercely upon his broad chest.
Eagle jerked away from her, and his face was a basilisk of dark anger. With a muttered oath he sprang to his feet and impatiently stepped into his jeans, yanking them over his long legs in a furious motion.
Tears were forming in Whitney’s eyes. “Where are you going?” she asked quickly, before he could hear the thickness in her voice.
“I’m taking my undesirable presence out to the alligators,” he retorted, his eyes blazing and his mouth a grim white line. A second later he swung off the platform and was gone into the night.
CHAPTER FIVE
S TUNNED, WHITNEY STARED AFTER him as the seconds ticked by. He was gone, her mind kept repeating numbly. He thought she delighted in tormenting him, then calling a halt. He thought she would only tease and withdraw because he was unworthy of her … And still he would walk away before he would hurt her.
Suddenly she couldn’t bear his believing that her behavior was spawned by such motives. She couldn’t define her feelings; she only knew that if he walked away tonight, she would lose something special, something that she craved desperately, needed. The void of his absence was already ripping apart her heart and soul.
Talk, he had told her. She didn’t know what to say, but if only she could find him, the words would
“I—I—I—”
“Un-unh!” he exclaimed impatiently. “For once, just talk. Try being a little honest with yourself.”
Shivering in the moonlight, Whitney stared miserably into his searching eyes. How could she explain what she didn’t understand? Suddenly his hand was on her cheek, his thumb caressing her smooth skin. With rough tenderness he traced a pattern down and across her lips, a hard look of longing tautening his features. She read physical desire in his tense demand, but it was coupled with something else—evidence that that desire could only be appeased if it was reciprocated.
Swallowing, Whitney closed her eyes, shivering but un-protesting. His lips found hers and cajoled sweetly until her mouth opened and offered and received. The seeking, stabbing warmth of his commanding tongue was easily drugging her into submissive euphoria again; his whisper-light touch upon her body was a magic she had long anticipated but never expected to experience. The natural masculine scent of him came to her with its intoxicating woodsy aroma, and she lifted her hands to touch the raven hair, the rippled golden muscles of his shoulders. Her shivers became shudders of awed excitement, and a low moan escaped her throat as his lips left hers to travel down the line to her breasts as he began to unsnap the buttons of her shirt slowly, one by one by one, his tongue making little darting forays of moistness upon her flesh.
His fingers slipped into the waistband of her pants, and while they assuredly found the button, he met her heavy-lidded gaze with eyes smoldering gray from the intensity of his desire. Their locked stare sent another heat wave of shivers coursing through her, and even as he watched her, his breath coming in deeper and deeper pants, she heard the slow, steady sound of her zipper sliding open to his gentle, determined insistence.
His eyes continued to hold hers as his lips came back to drink more fully of her mouth, and his fingers splayed over her hip and the skin of her upper abdomen, conquering the area newly exposed to his touch, easing the material firmly lower. Her fingers had clung to his back, then frozen; his free hand rose to catch her right one, guiding it along his length to his hip, to the rigid tautness of his stomach, to the intimate warmth of pulsating strength that was shockingly vibrant and alive …
Whitney gasped, and then the panic set in. She felt innate terror that she couldn’t possibly handle or please a man of such demanding virility. Her body went rigid; her moan became a fervent denial. Releasing him as if she had been burned, she pushed at his massive shoulders, pushed fiercely upon his broad chest.
Eagle jerked away from her, and his face was a basilisk of dark anger. With a muttered oath he sprang to his feet and impatiently stepped into his jeans, yanking them over his long legs in a furious motion.
Tears were forming in Whitney’s eyes. “Where are you going?” she asked quickly, before he could hear the thickness in her voice.
“I’m taking my undesirable presence out to the alligators,” he retorted, his eyes blazing and his mouth a grim white line. A second later he swung off the platform and was gone into the night.
CHAPTER FIVE
S TUNNED, WHITNEY STARED AFTER him as the seconds ticked by. He was gone, her mind kept repeating numbly. He thought she delighted in tormenting him, then calling a halt. He thought she would only tease and withdraw because he was unworthy of her … And still he would walk away before he would hurt her.
Suddenly she couldn’t bear his believing that her behavior was spawned by such motives. She couldn’t define her feelings; she only knew that if he walked away tonight, she would lose something special, something that she craved desperately, needed. The void of his absence was already ripping apart her heart and soul.
Talk, he had told her. She didn’t know what to say, but if only she could find him, the words would
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