together. Holding his hands, her
eyes studied his face.
Cord didn’t move. She was touching him. His body tightened
as he savored the feel of her weight on him. She’d placed herself on his lap as
if it were natural for her to sit there. Why she would do that didn’t have much
time to bother him. The globes of her perfect ass resting on his thighs took
too much of his attention.
“I see midnight in your hair, so dark the black becomes
purple when I glance away and I have to look again. My fingers want to touch it
to feel the night. Your eyes are the steel gray of winter morning. Lush lashes
can’t soften the coldness there, but when you look at me, they become the color
of steam rising from the fire within.”
Her voice moved through him, a melody of sounds that almost
drowned her words. It was intimate, softly open.
Letting go of his hand, the back of her knuckles feathered
down his cheek. “High cheekbones, a straight, arrogant nose and those amazing
lips. The close-cut beard brings night’s shadow to your face without disguising
its strength. A male face that is so perfect it’s a mask, except when you look
at me.” Her eyes lingered on his lips a moment then met his gaze as she
continued.
“I refuse to believe the honor holding you still under my
hands is some programmed thing. I feel your body shudder and I’m not so
ignorant as to think it’s sweet emotion moving you. If you are even a little
bit of what you say, the choice to give me this freedom is one you are making
every second, isn’t it? Comparing yourself with a drug addict is unacceptable.
Please do not.”
“What would you like me to do then?” Cord asked tightly.
Kelly let go of his other hand. As her hands settled on his
shoulders in light exploration, she smiled into his eyes. “Like yourself a
little,” she murmured.
Cord leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes.
His hands started at her knees and slowly glided up silky flesh, curving around
the back of her thighs to pull her up and into his body. She flowed into him
just as he’d asked her to with the gentle pull. Keeping his eyes closed to give
her a little more gentleness, he grimaced sadly.
“Kelly, we both know what you’re doing. If even half of what
I’ve said is true, you need me to protect Minuet. Knowing your response is what
feeds me, strengthens the beast, you’re willing to try. If you want to ascribe
some sort of honor to me because it helps you deal with this, I’m all for it.”
Her hands framed his face as she demanded, “Open your eyes.
Look at me.”
His lids lifted in lazy sensuality. Her face hovered over
his and there had never been a sexier sight than Kelly panting slightly and
little bit mad.
His caress grew bolder as knowing fingers played over soft
inner thighs then trailed down her legs to casually caress the backs of her
knees and upper calves. He felt her pulse quicken. The sweet fire of desire was
well kindled low in her belly. He would keep building it. Carefully, slowly,
knowingly drawing her deeper and deeper into sexual abandon.
His body drank her pleasure and he’d take that substance
from her until she was helpless in a sexual frenzy. There was nothing he
wouldn’t do to get more of her and when he was done, there would be nothing she
wouldn’t do for him.
He knew exactly how to get what he needed from a woman. But
she had no idea what he’d take from her. She was already feeding the beast,
giving him her soul. What she asked of him was impossible. She’d understand
that eventually. He was a user and she was the drug.
“Kiss me,” she breathed into his mouth as she lowered her
lips to his.
Her touch was not tentative as she opened and kissed him
with fierce female claim. His response was a flash fire of demand. He ignored
it, letting her take what she needed from him. Perhaps he could give her this,
this little bit of control. It wouldn’t last, but she needed it right now.
Sucking her tongue deep in his mouth
eyes studied his face.
Cord didn’t move. She was touching him. His body tightened
as he savored the feel of her weight on him. She’d placed herself on his lap as
if it were natural for her to sit there. Why she would do that didn’t have much
time to bother him. The globes of her perfect ass resting on his thighs took
too much of his attention.
“I see midnight in your hair, so dark the black becomes
purple when I glance away and I have to look again. My fingers want to touch it
to feel the night. Your eyes are the steel gray of winter morning. Lush lashes
can’t soften the coldness there, but when you look at me, they become the color
of steam rising from the fire within.”
Her voice moved through him, a melody of sounds that almost
drowned her words. It was intimate, softly open.
Letting go of his hand, the back of her knuckles feathered
down his cheek. “High cheekbones, a straight, arrogant nose and those amazing
lips. The close-cut beard brings night’s shadow to your face without disguising
its strength. A male face that is so perfect it’s a mask, except when you look
at me.” Her eyes lingered on his lips a moment then met his gaze as she
continued.
“I refuse to believe the honor holding you still under my
hands is some programmed thing. I feel your body shudder and I’m not so
ignorant as to think it’s sweet emotion moving you. If you are even a little
bit of what you say, the choice to give me this freedom is one you are making
every second, isn’t it? Comparing yourself with a drug addict is unacceptable.
Please do not.”
“What would you like me to do then?” Cord asked tightly.
Kelly let go of his other hand. As her hands settled on his
shoulders in light exploration, she smiled into his eyes. “Like yourself a
little,” she murmured.
Cord leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes.
His hands started at her knees and slowly glided up silky flesh, curving around
the back of her thighs to pull her up and into his body. She flowed into him
just as he’d asked her to with the gentle pull. Keeping his eyes closed to give
her a little more gentleness, he grimaced sadly.
“Kelly, we both know what you’re doing. If even half of what
I’ve said is true, you need me to protect Minuet. Knowing your response is what
feeds me, strengthens the beast, you’re willing to try. If you want to ascribe
some sort of honor to me because it helps you deal with this, I’m all for it.”
Her hands framed his face as she demanded, “Open your eyes.
Look at me.”
His lids lifted in lazy sensuality. Her face hovered over
his and there had never been a sexier sight than Kelly panting slightly and
little bit mad.
His caress grew bolder as knowing fingers played over soft
inner thighs then trailed down her legs to casually caress the backs of her
knees and upper calves. He felt her pulse quicken. The sweet fire of desire was
well kindled low in her belly. He would keep building it. Carefully, slowly,
knowingly drawing her deeper and deeper into sexual abandon.
His body drank her pleasure and he’d take that substance
from her until she was helpless in a sexual frenzy. There was nothing he
wouldn’t do to get more of her and when he was done, there would be nothing she
wouldn’t do for him.
He knew exactly how to get what he needed from a woman. But
she had no idea what he’d take from her. She was already feeding the beast,
giving him her soul. What she asked of him was impossible. She’d understand
that eventually. He was a user and she was the drug.
“Kiss me,” she breathed into his mouth as she lowered her
lips to his.
Her touch was not tentative as she opened and kissed him
with fierce female claim. His response was a flash fire of demand. He ignored
it, letting her take what she needed from him. Perhaps he could give her this,
this little bit of control. It wouldn’t last, but she needed it right now.
Sucking her tongue deep in his mouth
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