with,’ he added, giving just enough information to arouse her curiosity.
‘We have appetites, we find ourselves here alone, isolated—it is hardly surprising that we have been drawn to each other.’
‘You’re drawn to me?’
‘I want sex with you.’ A nerve clenched beside his jaw as he added starkly, ‘Badly.’
Did that mean he wanted bad sex or he wanted sex badly? The sound of his gravelly voice pitched low, almost a whisper, made the downy hairs on her skin stand on end, or was that the stroking movement of his thumb on her cheek?
‘This is wrong,’ she whispered, struggling with the last dregs of her strength to drag herself clear of the sensual vortex she felt herself being sucked into. ‘Hannah is out there somewhere and I can’t just—’
‘How will this hurt Hannah?’
‘It won’t, but—’
He pressed a finger to her mouth. ‘No buts. You do know you have the most incredible eyes.’ His big body was curved over her in an almost possessive manner, so close that she could feel the heat from his lean body, smell the soap he must have used earlier and, overlying that citrusy tang, the male musky scent of his body.
Neve knew her knees were shaking but she felt strangely disconnected from her body; she couldn’t tear her gaze free of the hypnotic stare of his heavy lidded eyes.
‘Nothing is going to happen if you don’t want it to, cara .’
She closed her eyes and shook her head. Hannah was her responsibility. James had asked her to look after his daughter and after all the things he had done for her it was not such a big ask. She had promised James she’d look after her and she had failed.
Severo felt her stiffen and swore softly under his breath. ‘Stop thinking.’
‘I c…can’t.’
‘Then think about my mouth,’ he said, still looking at her eyes.
‘ Your mouth?’ she echoed, her wide eyes automatically zeroing in on the sculpted sensual curve. They refused to move on. She just carried on staring. There was a distant buzzing in her head and the sound of someone breathing hard.
Is that me?
‘I’ve thought,’ she croaked, still staring. ‘And, all right, you have a pretty amazing mouth, though I’m sure you’ve heard that before.’
‘I like your mouth too.’
His deep voice had a tactile quality. A little of the cry locked in her throat escaped as a small mewling sound; she felt the beads of sweat break out across her skin as he bent his head closer.
She wanted to move but none of her muscles responded to the desperate commands being issued a secret part of her didn’t want them to.
Her eyes stayed wide and she didn’t move an inch as he fitted his mouth to her own.
His lips were cool and firm, the pressure light.
The contact only lasted a moment before he broke it, lifting his face but staying close enough for her to see the gold tips on his eyelashes and the fine lines radiating from the corners of his eyes.
Breathing hard, each breath a conscious effort, Neve just carried on staring at him. Everything seemed to have slowed—the thud of her heart, the hissing sound of her breath—as she struggled to drag air into her lungs.
‘Think of my lips.’
His voice, dark and textured like bitter chocolate, seemed to come from a long way off.
His head dipped. ‘My tongue,’ he rasped, beginning to trace the trembling outline of her full upper lip, leaving a tingling damp trail and his taste.
Neve’s hands tightened into fists as a whimper was dragged from somewhere deep inside her.
‘Nothing else exists,’ he whispered in the same insidiously seductive whisper. ‘Just taste and texture, heat and moisture.’
‘Oh, God!’ she moaned as his teeth tugged gently at the curve of her lower lip. His breath was warm on her face. She struggled to gather her scattered wits. ‘I think—’
He pressed a finger to her lips and shook his head. ‘No, do not think, just feel, taste and enjoy. Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it—all you need is
‘We have appetites, we find ourselves here alone, isolated—it is hardly surprising that we have been drawn to each other.’
‘You’re drawn to me?’
‘I want sex with you.’ A nerve clenched beside his jaw as he added starkly, ‘Badly.’
Did that mean he wanted bad sex or he wanted sex badly? The sound of his gravelly voice pitched low, almost a whisper, made the downy hairs on her skin stand on end, or was that the stroking movement of his thumb on her cheek?
‘This is wrong,’ she whispered, struggling with the last dregs of her strength to drag herself clear of the sensual vortex she felt herself being sucked into. ‘Hannah is out there somewhere and I can’t just—’
‘How will this hurt Hannah?’
‘It won’t, but—’
He pressed a finger to her mouth. ‘No buts. You do know you have the most incredible eyes.’ His big body was curved over her in an almost possessive manner, so close that she could feel the heat from his lean body, smell the soap he must have used earlier and, overlying that citrusy tang, the male musky scent of his body.
Neve knew her knees were shaking but she felt strangely disconnected from her body; she couldn’t tear her gaze free of the hypnotic stare of his heavy lidded eyes.
‘Nothing is going to happen if you don’t want it to, cara .’
She closed her eyes and shook her head. Hannah was her responsibility. James had asked her to look after his daughter and after all the things he had done for her it was not such a big ask. She had promised James she’d look after her and she had failed.
Severo felt her stiffen and swore softly under his breath. ‘Stop thinking.’
‘I c…can’t.’
‘Then think about my mouth,’ he said, still looking at her eyes.
‘ Your mouth?’ she echoed, her wide eyes automatically zeroing in on the sculpted sensual curve. They refused to move on. She just carried on staring. There was a distant buzzing in her head and the sound of someone breathing hard.
Is that me?
‘I’ve thought,’ she croaked, still staring. ‘And, all right, you have a pretty amazing mouth, though I’m sure you’ve heard that before.’
‘I like your mouth too.’
His deep voice had a tactile quality. A little of the cry locked in her throat escaped as a small mewling sound; she felt the beads of sweat break out across her skin as he bent his head closer.
She wanted to move but none of her muscles responded to the desperate commands being issued a secret part of her didn’t want them to.
Her eyes stayed wide and she didn’t move an inch as he fitted his mouth to her own.
His lips were cool and firm, the pressure light.
The contact only lasted a moment before he broke it, lifting his face but staying close enough for her to see the gold tips on his eyelashes and the fine lines radiating from the corners of his eyes.
Breathing hard, each breath a conscious effort, Neve just carried on staring at him. Everything seemed to have slowed—the thud of her heart, the hissing sound of her breath—as she struggled to drag air into her lungs.
‘Think of my lips.’
His voice, dark and textured like bitter chocolate, seemed to come from a long way off.
His head dipped. ‘My tongue,’ he rasped, beginning to trace the trembling outline of her full upper lip, leaving a tingling damp trail and his taste.
Neve’s hands tightened into fists as a whimper was dragged from somewhere deep inside her.
‘Nothing else exists,’ he whispered in the same insidiously seductive whisper. ‘Just taste and texture, heat and moisture.’
‘Oh, God!’ she moaned as his teeth tugged gently at the curve of her lower lip. His breath was warm on her face. She struggled to gather her scattered wits. ‘I think—’
He pressed a finger to her lips and shook his head. ‘No, do not think, just feel, taste and enjoy. Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it—all you need is
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