Tycoon Takes Revenge by Anna DePalo Page B

taken in and seduced by the cads of the world.”
    He raised his eyes to look into her stormy brown ones, and then he kissed her.

Seven
    T he second Noah’s lips touched Kayla’s, she felt herself yield. His kiss this time was not a fleeting brush, but a command. It took her breath away and her mouth opened under the pressure of his soft, coaxing lips.
    He took the kiss deeper, his hands stroking up and down her arms, forcing her to deal with the emotions roiling inside her, forcing her to deal with him .
    He was so wrong about her. She didn’t write about him in her column because she had an ax to grind with player types who reminded her of Bentley Mathison.
    If she wrote about Noah in her column, it was only because he led the type of glitzy private life that people liked to read about. Nothing more, except perhaps her own prejudice against someone whose glamorous andcharmed life seemed so far from the everyday concerns of an average person like her.
    She supposed he expected her to push him away now and break their kiss. Instead, she slid her arms around his neck.
    She met him kiss for kiss.
    She wasn’t going to run away from his challenge. She’d seen the way he’d looked at her tonight. He’d eaten her up with his eyes. No, Noah was far from immune to her, and she knew she had good odds of being the seducer rather than the seduced.
    His arm snaked around her and pulled her flush up against him. He was all hard planes and muscles, big and male. And aroused, she thought, as a shiver went through her.
    He lifted his head and sucked in a breath. His gaze was hot and intent. “You’re weakening,” he said, his voice raspy and hoarse with sexual excitement.
    â€œSo are you.” She sounded breathless.
    â€œJust the invitation I needed,” he murmured.
    â€œIt wasn’t an invitation. It was a warning.”
    He laughed softly and nuzzled her temple, then trailed whisper-light kisses along the side of her face.
    â€œI’m a risk taker, remember?”
    He blew lightly into her ear and she shuddered. She felt sensitized to his every move.
    He kissed and then sucked on her earlobe before nibbling along her neck. One hand was splayed on her bare upper back; the other had gone to cup her backside, nestling her closer to his arousal.
    Her head fell back to afford him better access and she closed her eyes. It was becoming harder to tell who was the seducer and who the seduced as they both became caught up in the moment.
    Only when light fingers of cool air caressed her did she realize he’d lowered the zipper on her halter top, which now gaped around her to reveal her strapless black bra.
    She sought his gaze.
    His face was flushed, his gaze taking her in. “You’re beautiful.” He trailed his fingers along the satiny fabric of the bra. “Sexy. Like a Christmas package just waiting to be unwrapped.”
    Her breasts felt hot, heavy and tight under his hungry gaze, and a quivery warmth settled in her middle.
    Then he was kissing her again, and she soon discovered that, not only was it unclear who was seducing whom, but it no longer seemed to matter.
    All that did matter was that he continue to do wickedly pleasurable things to her. Because she wanted him with an intensity that surprised her.
    When he’d finished unhooking her bra, he broke their kiss and sat on the edge of the couch behind him to kiss and nuzzle her breasts.
    She ran her fingers through his hair, which felt soft, thick and inviting, and caressed his thigh, which felt hard and sinewy, the muscles bunched.
    She moaned as he laved one nipple and then blew softly on it, sending all her nerve endings into overdrive in the process.
    â€œNoah…”
    â€œShh,” he said. “Don’t think. Just feel.”
    He moved to her other breast, repeating his attention, as she shuddered against him.
    It was too much and not enough.
    Finally, he lifted his head. “You’ve