The Devil's Due by Lora Leigh Page B

mattered but touching her, feeling her, holding her to him with his hands and the addictive taste of his kiss.
    And she did like that taste of their kiss.
    Her lips surrounded his tongue with each stroke between them as he mimicked the act he was desperate for.
    Groaning under his kiss, crying out with each taste of the mating hormone spilling onto her tongue, she met his hunger with her own, then forced the flames higher.
    And only then, as his tongue pressed against hers, daring her to take a deeper taste of him, did he realize that the addictive taste of spicy heat wasn’t just coming from him, but from this too delicate, far too tempting little Breed as well.
    Leaning into her, feeling her slender knees grip his hips, nothing began to matter but touching more of her. Of jerking her top over her head and ridding her soft flesh of it.
    Tasting her again, and tasting more of her. Kissing her deeper, harder, locking her to him in ways that would ensure she never attempted to escape.
    As though reading his intent, her arms lifted from his shoulders just long enough for him to pull the top over her head and toss it somewhere beyond them.
    God, was he really going to fuck her here? On his desk?
    Could he think of any better place and time than here and now?
    Jerking back from her, breaking the rising hunger of his kiss, Devil stared down at her, shocked at his own actions, his own thoughts.
    He’d never, not at any time, taken a woman without first ensuring both their comfort and their pleasure.
    “Please.” The soft plea that fell from her lips stopped him from pulling away from her.
    Breathing roughly, forcefully, Devil stared into the darkening green of her eyes and her flushed, pleasure-filled expression before he allowed his gaze to drop to the lace-covered, hard-tipped curves of her breasts.
    God, what was he doing?
    Smoothing along the side of her body, his hand moved to where her skirt had fallen back from her flesh to pool at her hips. Once there, he did the unthinkable. Did exactly what he was certain he could keep himself from doing.
    His fingers curled into the lace band of her panties and pulled them down her thighs.
    The scent of her feminine flesh tore past his veil of control and left him helpless against the hunger clouding his brain.
    Easing his body back, forcing his hips from the soft flesh of her pussy, he pulled the panties from her legs before dropping them to the floor. He hooked his arm beneath her back and eased her upward into his embrace.
    “You shouldn’t have come here.” The groan surprised him, the words tearing unbidden from him.
    Loosening the snap of the bra at her back, he eased the straps down her arms before dropping it, forgotten, to the floor as well.
    “This is why you want me to leave,” she accused him, staring back at him with hurt, emerald eyes.
    God yes, this was exactly why he wanted her to leave. Because he couldn’t keep his damned hands off her.
    “Fucking dangerous,” he groaned, lowering his lips to her shoulder and licking the fragrant flesh there.
    Damn, she tasted good. So fucking good.
    It was all he could do to keep from raking his teeth across that tender flesh, from marking it, staking his claim in a way no man or Breed could mistake.
    Licking, kissing his way down as he laid her back along the desk, Devil came to the firm, rising mounds of her breasts, to the ripe, pebble-hard tips of her nipples.
    He couldn’t resist them.
    He didn’t want to resist them.
    And he was within a second of tasting them—
    “Hey, Devil, you in there?”
    * * *
    K atie froze.
    Her eyes flew open, her gaze meeting Devil’s as horror began to wash over her.
    What was she doing?
    “Just a minute, Graeme,” he called back, his body taut, tight with lust as he seemed poised on an edge of control and teetering her way.
    “This is important, Dev,” the faceless Graeme called back. “One of the mares is acting freaky and there’s some dude out here asking about some Irish