closest thing to an angel I’ve ever known.”
She remained motionless, wondering.
Everything Jack wanted in a woman poised only a breath away. God forgive him, he couldn’t help himself. Lifting his hand, he circled her cheek, smoothing her dewy skin. “You are so lovely,” he whispered, and trailed his fingers through her glorious mane. “Kiss me.”
She stared at him for moments, minutes? He lost track of time, lost as he was in her. Then she seemed to come to a decision. Her eyes drifted shut and she tilted her face nearer, nearer...the heavens opened and a heavenly choir poured celestial chords into his heart as she closed her lips over his waiting mouth. Rapture. And she’d come to him.
Welcoming her with all the tenderness he had, he cradled her to him. Here was wealth beyond all riches. Harder he pressed her mouth, tugging at her lower lip and her upper, then reclaiming all, and she returned the heated pressure without protest.
He caught her to him in a flood of molten fire. Could this be? What defined reality that Jack held such a woman in a passionate embrace?
Back her head arched as he kissed her. Oh, how he tasted her sweet mouth, having care not to alarm her. Then he drew her down onto the bearskin, claiming her lips as he undid the cloak at her throat. The mantle fell away and she sighed as he buried his face in her neck, tasting the silken curve beckoning to him unbearably. Flowery perfume like a thousand blossoms tempted him even further and he kissed down her throat, spreading goosebumps over her flushed skin.
Before him, the top of her tantalizing breasts curved above her bodice, damn near overpowering. He could unlace those stays in seconds and the petticoats, gone just as fast—the shift easily banished—then hold her naked in his arms as he’d dreamed.
Hunger seized him like a wolf ravening his gut and his manhood swelled with an obdurate design of its own. Take her now. Take all ! She’d not refuse him.
No ! He shook his head, trying to fight off this insanity.
What was he thinking? How in heaven’s name could he ravish an angel?
He drew back and looked at her rose-blushed mouth parted under the heat of his kiss. Her eyes opened, bluer than he’d yet seen...trusting, wanting.
A popping in the fire caught her ear and she turned her head to the side. Then Jack saw it—the mark on her neck he’d missed. That strawberry-colored half-moon branded her as Shequenor’s daughter as surely as if he’d held a fire iron to her baby skin at birth. Hadn’t the warrior the very same mark on his shoulder?
If resisting temptation here and now were part of Shequenor’s test, Jack would not fail. Sitting farther back on his heels, he drew husky breaths to steady the hammering in his heart and his groin. This was the toughest thing he’d ever done, the hardest battle ever fought, bar none.
Unaware of his struggle, Karin reached for him. Closing her arms around his neck, she drew him back down to her…like sliding into the irresistible warmth of a heated spring.
Maybe just one more kiss.
Poised above, arms wrapping her, he settled his lips over her wanting mouth. Senses reeling, he pressed her for more, his tongue dancing against hers in an age-old rhythm.
****
Reeling under the delights of Jack’s mouth, Karin struggled to reason with the shred of propriety she had left. What on earth had possessed her to pull him back down over her like a lover?
She knew little of the sensual exchange between a man and woman, but this much was inherent in her gesture, her utterly wanton gesture. No one had prepared her for the brazen need mounting in her, or the shivers prickling to the most unladylike parts of her anatomy. There was nothing well-mannered in the searing desire driving her ever nearer to him, so shamefully wrong. And yet, gloriously right. Her lips melded perfectly to his beyond anything she’d ever envisioned. His tongue flirted with hers in some primal rite that she’d known
She remained motionless, wondering.
Everything Jack wanted in a woman poised only a breath away. God forgive him, he couldn’t help himself. Lifting his hand, he circled her cheek, smoothing her dewy skin. “You are so lovely,” he whispered, and trailed his fingers through her glorious mane. “Kiss me.”
She stared at him for moments, minutes? He lost track of time, lost as he was in her. Then she seemed to come to a decision. Her eyes drifted shut and she tilted her face nearer, nearer...the heavens opened and a heavenly choir poured celestial chords into his heart as she closed her lips over his waiting mouth. Rapture. And she’d come to him.
Welcoming her with all the tenderness he had, he cradled her to him. Here was wealth beyond all riches. Harder he pressed her mouth, tugging at her lower lip and her upper, then reclaiming all, and she returned the heated pressure without protest.
He caught her to him in a flood of molten fire. Could this be? What defined reality that Jack held such a woman in a passionate embrace?
Back her head arched as he kissed her. Oh, how he tasted her sweet mouth, having care not to alarm her. Then he drew her down onto the bearskin, claiming her lips as he undid the cloak at her throat. The mantle fell away and she sighed as he buried his face in her neck, tasting the silken curve beckoning to him unbearably. Flowery perfume like a thousand blossoms tempted him even further and he kissed down her throat, spreading goosebumps over her flushed skin.
Before him, the top of her tantalizing breasts curved above her bodice, damn near overpowering. He could unlace those stays in seconds and the petticoats, gone just as fast—the shift easily banished—then hold her naked in his arms as he’d dreamed.
Hunger seized him like a wolf ravening his gut and his manhood swelled with an obdurate design of its own. Take her now. Take all ! She’d not refuse him.
No ! He shook his head, trying to fight off this insanity.
What was he thinking? How in heaven’s name could he ravish an angel?
He drew back and looked at her rose-blushed mouth parted under the heat of his kiss. Her eyes opened, bluer than he’d yet seen...trusting, wanting.
A popping in the fire caught her ear and she turned her head to the side. Then Jack saw it—the mark on her neck he’d missed. That strawberry-colored half-moon branded her as Shequenor’s daughter as surely as if he’d held a fire iron to her baby skin at birth. Hadn’t the warrior the very same mark on his shoulder?
If resisting temptation here and now were part of Shequenor’s test, Jack would not fail. Sitting farther back on his heels, he drew husky breaths to steady the hammering in his heart and his groin. This was the toughest thing he’d ever done, the hardest battle ever fought, bar none.
Unaware of his struggle, Karin reached for him. Closing her arms around his neck, she drew him back down to her…like sliding into the irresistible warmth of a heated spring.
Maybe just one more kiss.
Poised above, arms wrapping her, he settled his lips over her wanting mouth. Senses reeling, he pressed her for more, his tongue dancing against hers in an age-old rhythm.
****
Reeling under the delights of Jack’s mouth, Karin struggled to reason with the shred of propriety she had left. What on earth had possessed her to pull him back down over her like a lover?
She knew little of the sensual exchange between a man and woman, but this much was inherent in her gesture, her utterly wanton gesture. No one had prepared her for the brazen need mounting in her, or the shivers prickling to the most unladylike parts of her anatomy. There was nothing well-mannered in the searing desire driving her ever nearer to him, so shamefully wrong. And yet, gloriously right. Her lips melded perfectly to his beyond anything she’d ever envisioned. His tongue flirted with hers in some primal rite that she’d known
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