Kiss of Temptation: The Kavanaugh Foundation, Book 3 by Crista McHugh Page B
Authors: Crista McHugh
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his mind running over the events of the last twenty-four hours.
Would she be his undoing? Or his salvation?
Chapter Five
The train jerked to a stop so suddenly, Daniela would have fallen out of the narrow bed if a strong arm hadn’t tightened around her waist and held her close. A warm ridge of flesh stiffened against her thigh and a deep voice groaned behind her, “Are we coming into Paris already?”
She smiled and settled deeper into Luc’s embrace. The soreness between her legs gave testimony to the forcefulness of his lovemaking, but so did the pleasant memories of coming over and over again with him inside her. And still, she wanted more. “I would guess so, based on how the train is crawling.”
“Too bad.” He pressed his lips against her shoulder. “I would prefer to stay just like this.”
“Me too.” She wanted to add that it was the best night’s sleep she’d ever had, but that would be a half-truth. Luc haunted her dreams. Or at least, someone who looked like him dressed in a toga. Instead of being freaked out by these visions, they strangely comforted her.
I must have drunk too much last night , she thought as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. Either that or I inhaled some kind of hallucinogen while in the catacombs. Why else would I dream about Luc in ancient Rome?
“You might want to close the curtains before you give anyone along the tracks a view of your lovely breasts.”
Heat rose to her cheeks when she remembered how he’d taken her from behind last night. The sensation of his thick cock stroking her sex. The wicked gleam in his eyes as he spanked her when she tested him. Her pleasure at watching their reflections in the window while the Italian countryside blurred by under the moonlight.
She grew wet just thinking about how naughty it all seemed now. Perhaps she’d been too good with her other lovers, too eager to please them. Luc brought out a new side to her, one that promised more pleasure than she’d ever experienced. And better yet, he was still in her bed when she woke. Could this be the beginnings of a relationship?
Luc grabbed the edge of the fabric curtains and yanked them shut, shaking his hand after he released them. A hiss escaped his lips.
“What’s wrong?”
A look of panic crossed his face a second before he smoothed the wrinkles. “I wrenched my wrist a little.”
“Let me see.”
“No!” He jerked his hand back when she reached for it, hiding it behind his uninjured hand. “We should get dressed before the conductor catches us naked again.” He gave her a playful smack on her bottom and her sex clenched. His grin widened. “The sooner we get back to my house, the sooner we can continue this little game.”
Merda , he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Was it insane to think of nothing but fucking him over and over again? She studied his lean frame as he searched for his clothes. He was thin, but the sculpted lines of his muscles spoke of his underlying strength. The only criticism she could come up with was that he appeared too pale, like he’d spent too many days locked away from the sun. Perhaps they should remedy that with a nice vacation to the Greek Islands.
“Get dressed,” he reminded her again and pulled her out of the bed. He gently kissed her fingers. “When we reach my house, I’ll give you my map to part of the staff and you can thank me properly for helping you find it.”
A chill rippled over her skin, puckering her flesh. Was that his interpretation of last night? That she was using sex as payment for his help? She snatched her clothes from him and dressed quickly, refusing to look at him for fear he’d see the shame on her face. “I am not a whore,” she whispered to herself.
“I never said you were.”
She froze. How had he overheard her? Her cheeks burned and her stomach churned. “I—”
“I know you didn’t mean for me to hear that, but I did.” He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Forgive me,
Would she be his undoing? Or his salvation?
Chapter Five
The train jerked to a stop so suddenly, Daniela would have fallen out of the narrow bed if a strong arm hadn’t tightened around her waist and held her close. A warm ridge of flesh stiffened against her thigh and a deep voice groaned behind her, “Are we coming into Paris already?”
She smiled and settled deeper into Luc’s embrace. The soreness between her legs gave testimony to the forcefulness of his lovemaking, but so did the pleasant memories of coming over and over again with him inside her. And still, she wanted more. “I would guess so, based on how the train is crawling.”
“Too bad.” He pressed his lips against her shoulder. “I would prefer to stay just like this.”
“Me too.” She wanted to add that it was the best night’s sleep she’d ever had, but that would be a half-truth. Luc haunted her dreams. Or at least, someone who looked like him dressed in a toga. Instead of being freaked out by these visions, they strangely comforted her.
I must have drunk too much last night , she thought as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. Either that or I inhaled some kind of hallucinogen while in the catacombs. Why else would I dream about Luc in ancient Rome?
“You might want to close the curtains before you give anyone along the tracks a view of your lovely breasts.”
Heat rose to her cheeks when she remembered how he’d taken her from behind last night. The sensation of his thick cock stroking her sex. The wicked gleam in his eyes as he spanked her when she tested him. Her pleasure at watching their reflections in the window while the Italian countryside blurred by under the moonlight.
She grew wet just thinking about how naughty it all seemed now. Perhaps she’d been too good with her other lovers, too eager to please them. Luc brought out a new side to her, one that promised more pleasure than she’d ever experienced. And better yet, he was still in her bed when she woke. Could this be the beginnings of a relationship?
Luc grabbed the edge of the fabric curtains and yanked them shut, shaking his hand after he released them. A hiss escaped his lips.
“What’s wrong?”
A look of panic crossed his face a second before he smoothed the wrinkles. “I wrenched my wrist a little.”
“Let me see.”
“No!” He jerked his hand back when she reached for it, hiding it behind his uninjured hand. “We should get dressed before the conductor catches us naked again.” He gave her a playful smack on her bottom and her sex clenched. His grin widened. “The sooner we get back to my house, the sooner we can continue this little game.”
Merda , he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Was it insane to think of nothing but fucking him over and over again? She studied his lean frame as he searched for his clothes. He was thin, but the sculpted lines of his muscles spoke of his underlying strength. The only criticism she could come up with was that he appeared too pale, like he’d spent too many days locked away from the sun. Perhaps they should remedy that with a nice vacation to the Greek Islands.
“Get dressed,” he reminded her again and pulled her out of the bed. He gently kissed her fingers. “When we reach my house, I’ll give you my map to part of the staff and you can thank me properly for helping you find it.”
A chill rippled over her skin, puckering her flesh. Was that his interpretation of last night? That she was using sex as payment for his help? She snatched her clothes from him and dressed quickly, refusing to look at him for fear he’d see the shame on her face. “I am not a whore,” she whispered to herself.
“I never said you were.”
She froze. How had he overheard her? Her cheeks burned and her stomach churned. “I—”
“I know you didn’t mean for me to hear that, but I did.” He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Forgive me,
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