Am I supposed to believe that? He squeezed her arm.
Of course, she lied. To distract him, she asked in a tight voice, Who was that woman?
He scowled. Someone I hope never to see again, he said absently. Now, what
But why? Nicole pressed. Shes so beautiful.
Not, he replied in a clipped tone, if you look her in the eye.
I see. She didnt really.
Exhaling loudly, he placed a palm above her against the wall. What am I going to do with you?
I wasnt doing anything wrong, she pleaded. I got lost trying to get back to the salon. She could see he didnt believe her.
When he searched her face, she met his gaze. She must be drunk, because now when she looked in his eyes, she could see they were flecked with blue and were mesmerizing. So intent, so dark that she wanted to kiss his eyelids and then the harsh line between his brows before moving down to those chiseled lips.
He must have recognized what she was thinking, because she could see his expression race from anger to something else entirely. In that deep, gravelly voice, he murmured, as if in resignation, Damn you, and then without any notice bent down and covered her lips in a brutal kiss.
This wasnt what shed come here for. She would stop kissing him. Now. Ah, hell . She couldnt come up with a single reason why she shouldnt enjoy him for this one last night. She was amazed that this big man, all hard planes and sculpted muscle, couldnt seem to keep his hands off her.
She wasnt about to let this chance slip by, she thought as she boldly grabbed his collar to bring him closer. Her grandmother would marry her off to some old lord, and shed most likely never know this feeling again. In all her life, shed never been so forcefully attracted to another as she was to him.
Realizing that it was now or never, she leaned into him, pressing her body against his as she tentatively brushed his tongue with her own. First lapping at him, then twining against his. He squeezed her hips, not quite painfully, and groaned, a low, rumbling sound that sent fire spilling through her body. His powerful reaction assured her that she should continue.
Shed learned from their first night together that if she pressed up against the front of his trousers, he kissed her more deeply. She arched toward him, her belly goading against his manhood. He moved his hands from her hips to her backside and lifted her until she was on her toes, her body more aligned against his. When her hips instinctively moved against him, he groaned again against her neck, flicking his tongue over her, flooding her with heat in that part of her he mercilessly thrust against.
Then an idea seized her, an idea so shocking She hastily ran her hands down his chest, and lower. She would put her hands on him, where she was most successful in making him kiss her deeper.
Instead of being pleased as shed hoped, he sounded distinctly pained when he grabbed her wrists. Do you want me to spill my seed right here?
Her passion-filled response dazed Derek. He imagined that she was just going through the motions to make him forget where shed been, because of course shed lied. He was angry that shed spied on him; yet that didnt stop him from desiring her.
But he didnt want her to be with him for any reason other than her wanting him as well. Ruthlessly he shoved aside his misgivings and returned his lips to the fiery girl in his arms. He couldnt remember ever feeling so much from a kiss. Why were they burning together? Was it because he was sober, or because the little wench was matching his own surprisingly strong ardor, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her high, firm br**sts into his chest?
She answered his teasing tongue by again opening for him and tasting him, as though licking him up. It made him wild. He might lose control with her, might hurt her with his big body. He set her away from him.
God, what are you doing to me? he rasped. He couldnt understand this little enigma, but when he looked at her face, with her swollen lips and her dilated pupils, he became determined that he would make her truly want him tonight, regardless of all the circumstances surrounding them. He bent down to put his arm under her knees and carried her to his cabin, kicking the door shut behind him.
When he dropped her on the bed, she sat up on her elbows to reach him, which only pushed her hardened ni**les against the soft cloth of her blouse. He pressed her away from him down on the bed. Cease that now.
But she didnt. When he yanked off his shirt, she went to her knees, her fingers sweeping over his skin, making the muscles beneath tighten and flex. She kneaded his shoulders and pulled herself up to place her warm lips on his chest. His head shot back. He couldnt prevent it, but he wanted to see her; he lowered his gaze . She appeared to have truly forgotten herself in a feverish urgency. And, God, he wanted her tohell, he needed her to forget herselfhe was losing control with each second. He thought with a sudden coldness that hed soon know if she wanted him as much as he did her.
He pushed her down on the bed and, laying one hand on her chest between her br**sts, pulled off her boots with the other. Her trousers came next. He sensed a sudden hesitation as he continued undressing her, and gave her a harsh smile. Scared Ill know if youre only feigning desire?
Her face clouded with confusion. Y-you could feign this?
With a curse, he wondered at the truth in her words, words that made his blood boil to sink himself inside her.
Take off your shirt, he commanded, and again she hesitated before removing it. What in the hell was she thinking, after what shed been doing to him? Did she thinkThen it came to him, along with a fury. Probably playing the virgin, he realized with disgust. Damn women and their perpetual games. As if a woman who whimpered and undulated her body against his like this, a woman who had been just inches away from sliding her hands down the front of his trousers, could be a virgin.
He should throw her out on her ear. When he saw her perfectly rounded br**sts, tipped with light pink, he couldnt. Not until after hed tasted her.
He sat down beside her on the bed, pulling off his own boots and trousers; her gaze fastened on his swollen cock, and her eyes widened in fascination. He watched the girl studying his body, acting as if shed never seen an aroused man. The thought of her, a wanton, pretending to be innocent goddamn it!
Hed make her remember what she was.
He slid his hand to her br**sts, palming them urgently. Her eyes went wild as she gasped, but he ignored her reaction and bent his head down. He pushed the small mounds together so he had only to turn his face one way or the other to find a nipple pouting against his lips. He licked and suckled, her skin becoming wet from him. She writhed, arching her body toward his, then threaded her fingers through his hair to fasten his mouth to her breast.