her lower lip, leaving it moistly inviting.
Shit. Interest. He paused an inch from her mouth. So close her breath blended with his.
“Tell me to go to hell,” he whispered.
“Tell me you desire this.”
What he desired was her. Unreasonably. Wildly. Completely.
His lips touched hers. “Temptress.”
“Dragon,” she whispered into his mouth.
“I’m not a damn lizard.”
She opened her mouth to protest, or explain. He didn’t give a shit which. He just wanted her. And he took her the only way he’d allow himself. With a kiss he wanted to be soft, but came out hard. She gasped as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, struggled a second as he tasted her sweetness, and then, sighing softly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Christ, she didn’t know how to kiss.
Then her tongue moved shyly against his and he found he didn’t care about that, either, because no one had ever given him more pleasure than this woman, in this moment. Weaving his fingers into the thick bun at the base of her neck, he allowed himself the illusion that this wasn’t impossible, that the women he held could love him. He pretended this was actually their wedding night and she was really his wife and this was the beginning. He pretended there was a future.
“Like this,” he whispered, showing her how to use her lips and tongue to give pleasure, starting out lightly and gradually building the passion, taking her with him before letting her take over. And she did, with an enthusiasm that was all the more exciting for the lack of artifice. The woman enjoyed kissing him. Too much.
“Fei.”
She laughed deep in her throat when he would have pulled away, and caught his lower lip between her teeth. His cock surged. His control slipped.
“You like that, yes?”
“Too damn much.” Shit. He needed to slow down. She was, in all likelihood, a virgin. He didn’t mess with virgins.
She’s my wife.
She is the woman who saved your life, he corrected his baser nature. He owed her better than an animalistic rutting on the back of a horse. Easing away, he nibbled at her lower lip, kissed her cheek, the corner of her mouth, before stroking his thumb across her passion-swollen mouth. “Fei.”
She lifted her lids. Dreamy-eyed, she stared at him, lips soft, expression full of wonder. An image that would haunt his dreams for years to come. Innocence, passion and trust, all bundled together in his deepest desire.
“What do we do now?”
He wanted to rip the silk from her body and take her breast in his hand, then his mouth. He wanted to hear her gasp with the pleasure, feel her shock as he taught her how good a man could make her feel. He wanted to be her first, last, only. The need to possess shocked him, adding a bit of stability to his rocky control. Pressing lightly, he pulled her lower lip down that smallest bit, tempting himself with the moist heat beyond. She sighed and shifted in the saddle. The woman was going to be hell on fire in bed.
With someone else.
Understanding that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy what he had a little longer. Pressure from his knee urged Night closer to temptation. He’d always been a man to take advantage of the moment. No sense changing now.
With a growl of frustration, he laid out the truth. “I’m going to kiss you again, and then we’re going to get your goddamn gold.”
CHAPTER FOUR
“I S THIS IT ? ” Shadow asked as they arrived at the edge of a stream that curved around the foot of a steep embankment at the foot of a small mountain. Fei shook her head and dismounted, stretching her back as the mare whickered and jerked her head toward the water. Stumbling, Fei went a step with her as the mare lowered her head to the stream. Fei couldn’t blame her. She could use a drink, too. From the humidity in the air, the day was going to be a scorcher.
Shadow’s horse echoed the nicker. She glanced over. Shadow was watching her, but this time there was nothing dispassionate about his
Shit. Interest. He paused an inch from her mouth. So close her breath blended with his.
“Tell me to go to hell,” he whispered.
“Tell me you desire this.”
What he desired was her. Unreasonably. Wildly. Completely.
His lips touched hers. “Temptress.”
“Dragon,” she whispered into his mouth.
“I’m not a damn lizard.”
She opened her mouth to protest, or explain. He didn’t give a shit which. He just wanted her. And he took her the only way he’d allow himself. With a kiss he wanted to be soft, but came out hard. She gasped as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, struggled a second as he tasted her sweetness, and then, sighing softly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Christ, she didn’t know how to kiss.
Then her tongue moved shyly against his and he found he didn’t care about that, either, because no one had ever given him more pleasure than this woman, in this moment. Weaving his fingers into the thick bun at the base of her neck, he allowed himself the illusion that this wasn’t impossible, that the women he held could love him. He pretended this was actually their wedding night and she was really his wife and this was the beginning. He pretended there was a future.
“Like this,” he whispered, showing her how to use her lips and tongue to give pleasure, starting out lightly and gradually building the passion, taking her with him before letting her take over. And she did, with an enthusiasm that was all the more exciting for the lack of artifice. The woman enjoyed kissing him. Too much.
“Fei.”
She laughed deep in her throat when he would have pulled away, and caught his lower lip between her teeth. His cock surged. His control slipped.
“You like that, yes?”
“Too damn much.” Shit. He needed to slow down. She was, in all likelihood, a virgin. He didn’t mess with virgins.
She’s my wife.
She is the woman who saved your life, he corrected his baser nature. He owed her better than an animalistic rutting on the back of a horse. Easing away, he nibbled at her lower lip, kissed her cheek, the corner of her mouth, before stroking his thumb across her passion-swollen mouth. “Fei.”
She lifted her lids. Dreamy-eyed, she stared at him, lips soft, expression full of wonder. An image that would haunt his dreams for years to come. Innocence, passion and trust, all bundled together in his deepest desire.
“What do we do now?”
He wanted to rip the silk from her body and take her breast in his hand, then his mouth. He wanted to hear her gasp with the pleasure, feel her shock as he taught her how good a man could make her feel. He wanted to be her first, last, only. The need to possess shocked him, adding a bit of stability to his rocky control. Pressing lightly, he pulled her lower lip down that smallest bit, tempting himself with the moist heat beyond. She sighed and shifted in the saddle. The woman was going to be hell on fire in bed.
With someone else.
Understanding that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy what he had a little longer. Pressure from his knee urged Night closer to temptation. He’d always been a man to take advantage of the moment. No sense changing now.
With a growl of frustration, he laid out the truth. “I’m going to kiss you again, and then we’re going to get your goddamn gold.”
CHAPTER FOUR
“I S THIS IT ? ” Shadow asked as they arrived at the edge of a stream that curved around the foot of a steep embankment at the foot of a small mountain. Fei shook her head and dismounted, stretching her back as the mare whickered and jerked her head toward the water. Stumbling, Fei went a step with her as the mare lowered her head to the stream. Fei couldn’t blame her. She could use a drink, too. From the humidity in the air, the day was going to be a scorcher.
Shadow’s horse echoed the nicker. She glanced over. Shadow was watching her, but this time there was nothing dispassionate about his
Similar Books
