Sacrifice by Lora Leigh Page A

it, until now. Her hand gripped the cushion beneath her, her nails biting
into the fabric as the bulge inside his jeans seemed to get larger.
    “I won’t follow your rules,” he
growled. “You’ll share my bed. I’ll touch you, hold you, kiss whenever I damned
well please. If you can’t handle that, Kimber, then you better get the hell off
my farm now. Because I’ll be damned if I’ll fight the need knowing how hot and
hungry you can get.”
    She lost her breath. Sitting there,
staring up at him, fire exploded in her body, washing through her veins and
sending the juices spilling from her desperate pussy. She couldn’t contain the
whimpering moan that whispered past her lips, or the sudden, overwhelming urge
to experience every touch, every sensation he had painted on the canvas of her
imagination.
    “Undo that fucking braid,” he
growled. “Now.”
    The braid? She blinked up at him
for a second in confusion, her mind so entranced with pictures of them
entwined, his arms wrapped around her, his larger body shielding hers,
possessing her, that for a moment she wasn’t certain what he meant. Then she
blinked as it connected, her hands raising, pulling the length of her hair over
her shoulder as she pulled at the stretchy band holding the braid in place.
    Within minutes her hair was spread
out over her shoulders, the long, fiery ringlets falling around her in wild
disarray.
    “God, that’s so pretty,” he
whispered, his voice thick with longing as she pushed the mass over her
shoulder nervously.
    “Now, stand up. I want to watch you
undress. All the way, Kimberly. Let me see that hot little body I’ve been dying
for.”
    She could hear the raging hunger in
his voice; see the lust glittering in his darkened eyes. She rose slowly to her
feet, her hands going to the buttons of her blouse as she fought to stand
steady.
    He towered over her. She had never
noticed that before, not really. How tall and broad he was, how much stronger
and heavier. He would cover her like a living blanket; shield her from even her
own fears.
    “I’m scared,” she suddenly
whispered, though her fingers never paused as she finished with the buttons.
“I’ve never done this before, Jared.”
    Not like this. Before, at The Club,
she had known the rules, known what was coming. She showed up, undressed and
prepared herself in the privacy of her room before donning a robe and heading
to the bar area. There, she would order a whisky over ice, down the liquid
courage and turn to whichever member awaited her.
    There were few preliminaries before
she was bent over a table or pulled onto a hard, willing cock. There were no
kisses, no foreplay, no breathless anticipation.
    His fingers paused as he unbuttoned
his own shirt. Stepping closer, his hands framed her face, his gaze holding
hers hostage as he whispered a kiss over her lips.
    “I’m going to eat you up,” he
warned her sensually. “There won’t be a place on your body that doesn’t know my
kiss, or a single cell that isn’t crying for my touch. There’s no reason to be
scared, honey. No reason at all. All I’m going to do is love you.”

Chapter Eight
     
    She could drown in his kiss.
Kimberly whimpered beneath the lustful demand as Jared held her against his
half naked body long moments later, his hands roaming over her back and hips as
his lips and tongue possessed her with an assurance, an ownership she knew she
could never deny.
    Her hands buried in the thick,
short strands of his hair as she arched closer, trying to feel every inch of
him, every hard muscle and strong contour of the fierce male body she was
plastered to. She couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t feel him deep enough
inside her skin.
    Every breath she took was filled
with his scent, with his passion, until she felt consumed by him.
    “Good, baby,” he groaned roughly as
he tore his lips from hers long moments later, his hands pushing her blouse
from her shoulders before his lips slid down her neck,