Captive Heart by Mina Carter, J.William Mitchell Page A

weapon. Once in a while, she would nip his lips with a playful bite before again taking the role of the submissive and opening herself up to his sensual exploration.
    Oh, Christ, he was in heaven. He chased her lips with his own, hands moving to cradle her head. With an arm across the back of her hips, he eased her down onto the bed. His powerful body covering hers, he kissed her with everything he had, his soul laid bare as he stroked the hair back from her face gently. For all his bluster and bravado, he hadn’t seriously believed he had half a chance with her. She was too smart, too beautiful to look at an ex-soldier like him. But now that she’d fallen into his lap, literally, he wasn’t letting her go. Not a hope in hell.
    Now, as he turned gentler, her kisses turned from hot and torrid to slow and wet; each kiss driving strong emotions surrounded by a swirling cloud of passion and lust. Her touches explored and praised. Her moans were encouraging and needy. The look in her eyes when she opened them was adoring and pleading. She wanted him, and she was waiting for him.
    Triumph, and an answering all-consuming need swept through him as his hand stroked, explored. Swept up her ribcage, his thumb stroking the curve at the underside of her breast. “Much as I like this, I think it needs to come off now, sweetheart,” he murmured, reaching between her full breasts to play with the tiny clip that held the bra together.
    He looked deep into her eyes as he traced its outline, easing a finger under the clasp. Then, after a torturously long moment, he pressed the clasp, and the fabric fell away.
    Then he looked down at her body and was lost, the easy compliment that rose automatically drying up. “Hell… You’re perfect,” he murmured, mentally kicking himself. Yeah, Day, real smooth. Do something before she kicks your ass out of bed!
    He lifted his hand, tracing the outline of her lips with a finger. His body tightened, hard and aching, as she nipped his finger, taking it into her mouth to suckle gently. He almost lost control and his train of thought there and then. Leaning down, he replaced his fingers with his lips, taking her mouth in a hard, controlling kiss, a perfect counterpoint as he smoothed his hand gently over the swell of her breast, his wet fingers rolling against her rapidly beading nipple.
    She purred in need, moaning into his mouth as he began to play with her nipple. She clasped her hands on his sides and moved her knees up to press into his hips. Her legs stroked against his.
    “You’re a bad man,” she managed between breaths against his lips.
    He smiled, his fingers sliding down to flick the snap of her garters. His hand shook slightly as he did so, betraying that he was near to the edge of his control.
    “I am,” he whispered back between kisses. “And about to do very bad things to you.” His hand smoothed over her legs, a knee between her thighs as he lifted himself over her. “You’re beautiful.” He stroked his hand up the inside of her thigh slowly enough that she could pull away if she wanted to.
    She didn’t. She shivered in pleasure and anticipation. She even arched her back and lifted her hips off the bed to get closer to him.
    “You’re special,” she whispered back, and as his fingers got closer and closer to their goal, she closed her eyes. “Please...”
    ***
    Rollie woke up slowly. The pain from the hit to her head flared up, drowning her spinning world in a haze of red. She brought a hand to her forehead and winced from the tenderness of the bruise. That was going to leave a mark. She remembered now, and the pain and disorientation hit her even worse. She had been careless. Fear made her so, and the last thing she’d seen was the rifle butt.
    When she’d gotten out of bed this morning, she hadn’t been expecting to achieve a significant scientific breakthrough, a feat that would change the world hopefully for the better. But neither had she expected to be kidnapped,