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How the hell had she managed to turn this around? Where had it gone so impossibly crazy?
Sierra, John admitted. She made him crazy. So crazy that rather than arguing with her further, he decided that the best way to convince her exactly how possessive he could be was to show her.
His lips covered hers as his head bent, his arms surrounding her and pulling her closer against his harder, broader form. God, she felt like living silk and satin against him. Like the most perfect bit of passion he had ever had in his arms.
Sweetly curved lips parted beneath his, a temptress’s tongue licked at his, drawing him inside the heat of her mouth, daring him to possess her.
She made him feel alive. Even more than the mountains around him, she filled him with that extra something his soul hungered for. That sense of peace he had never truly known until he had her in his arms.
Just as he had never known the true measure of his own sexual and emotional hunger for her until now. She was a perfect fit for his life, against his body, in his bed.
She wasn’t timid. He would run right over a timid woman. She was fiery, passionate, and she was his. She could say what she wanted, she could think what she wanted, she belonged to him, and John intended to claim each and every ounce of the hunger he could feel inside her.
“Feel this,” he snarled as his head lifted. “What I’ve fought for as long as you’ve been an adult, Sierra. Feel what I fought without knowing what the hunger inside my own fucking soul actually was. Do you think I’d ever, for so much as a second, question anything or any man that came before me?”
Her fingers clenched in his hair as some ragged emotion tore through her gaze. “Feel me, John, and see if I give a damn. ”
She jerked his head down, her tongue licked over his lips, and the challenge coupled with the lust, the emotion, and the pure fiery heat consumed him.
It consumed them both.
TEN
She definitely gave a damn.
Anger, hurt, and determination rose inside her like a chaotic storm she had no chance of holding back.
A part of her wondered if she could blame him for his perceptions, while another part yelled, “Hell, yes,” she could blame him. He had taken her virginity. He had been the first and he had been too damned drunk to remember it.
He remembered everything but that, and perhaps that was what pissed her off. That anger only seemed to feed the hunger, though. There was something about being touched by John that was unlike any other sensation she knew, any sensation she had ever imagined before him.
She’d experimented before, but no kiss had ever been like this. Long and devouring, lips and tongues meeting, mating, starving for more touch, for more taste.
She should have more pride, she told herself.
Another part argued, what did pride have to do with this pleasure?
Arching into his arms, her arms twined around his neck, her fingers pushing into his hair to hold on tight as he swept her from her feet and moved quickly to the bed with her.
Her back met the mattress as he came over her, his fingers hooking in the band of her light pants and pulling them from her hips, pushing them do
wn her legs as she pushed her sandals from her feet.
Her own hands were busy. Pushing his T-shirt to his shoulders, he jerked back from their kiss long enough to strip it and her own shirt from their bodies before he was kissing her once again.
His kisses were wild.
She loved them.
Running her hands along his upper back, the feel of his muscles flexing beneath her palms sent a shaft of pure heat racing to her womb, to her pussy.
Her thighs tightened on the heavy leg insinuated between hers, her hips lifting, falling, pressing into the hard muscle as it caressed the flaming bud of her clit through the silk of her panties.
“You always make me feel as though I’m burning alive. ” She couldn’t hold the words back as his lips parted from hers, moving along her jawline with stinging little kisses as she writhed in pleasure, rubbing her nipples against his harder chest.
“God, Sierra. ” He paused above her, his gaze locking with hers. “You’re like a flame yourself. So fucking hot and sweet. ”
Her neck arched for his lips before her head turned, her lips moving to his shoulder, nipping at the hard flesh as she fought to taste just as much of him as he touched of her.
