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“Do you want to find out?” His lips curled into a smirk.
That smirk capped it.
“No, Macey, I want you to tease me over it,” she informed him flippantly before turning away.
She would have walked away if he hadn’t grabbed her. Again. If his fingers hadn’t curled around her wrist and the next thing she knew her breasts were cushioned against his chest and his eyes were glittering down at her.
That look haunted her dreams. That gleam of lust and awareness that there was something between them that he couldn’t fight any more than she could.
The instant his lips touched hers, it was over. She was trying to climb into his body, crawl under his skin as his lips moved to take hers.
God, this was one of the things she had loved about his first kiss. Forget an initiation or discovery. He knew what he wanted, sensed what she wanted, and gave it immediately. His lips settled over hers, his teeth nipping her lips until they parted, and his tongue rushed inside to claim territory that already belonged to him.
One large hand cupped the back of her head, and his arm tightened around her back, arching her to him. The height and breadth of his body, the powerful lean muscles, the confidence in his hold washed over her, filling her with an awareness of feminine weakness.
But fear struck her, hard and fast.
She jerked out of his hold, catching the look of surprise on his face as she stumbled away. She couldn’t think. Instinct and reaction surged inside her. Her veins were pounding with the rush of blood that fueled the arousal.
What she had just experienced was even more intense than the first kiss. More fiery, harder to control.
She stared back at him, fighting to make her tongue work, to forget the feel of his against it, he smiled down at her with something akin to tenderness. Surprising, wicked tenderness.
“Gets hot, doesn’t it, Em?” he crooned, moving toward her, his head lowered, his eyes dark.
Before she could consider evading him, his hands curved around her upper arms, his hold light, her response to his touch almost violent. His head lowered to her neck, his lips pressing against the throbbing vein pulsing just beneath the skin. The heated caress had her breath catching, her eyelids fluttering with sensual weakness.
“This isn’t a very good idea.” She licked her dry lips nervously, wondering why it was stronger, why it was hotter than that first kiss a month before, why it made her weaker, made her burn brighter.
He snorted as he raised his head. “No kidding. The last time the admiral caught me groping you I lost rank. Maybe you owe me for that, Emerson. From lieutenant to junior lieutenant isn’t fun and games. I should at least get a taste of what I paid for, don’t you think?”
Hurt flashed inside her. “I had nothing to do with that.”
He shrugged as she jerked away from him. “The admiral might have ignored that last little infraction if he hadn’t caught me devouring your tits. I think that tipped the balance.”
Emerson felt the flush burning in her face and the anger blooming in her mind.
“He didn’t see anything.” She could feel the breath strangling in her throat at the thought of what her godfather had walked in on and the lecture he had given her hours later.
“He didn’t have to see.” Macey’s voice
dropped, the arousal that still burned in his eyes brightening as his gaze flickered over her body. “The position of my head was self-explanatory. And if you don’t stop pushing me, sweetheart, you’re going to find my lips there again, and next time, I won’t stop. Now, go shower, crawl into bed, and stop arguing with me. Arguing with you just makes me harder.”
It made him harder? It was making her wetter. And if she didn’t get out of this secured basement that he called a cave and away from him, then it was going to make her jump feet-first into a relationship that she knew had the potential to break her heart.
He didn’t want her, he wanted her body. He didn’t want her heart, he just wanted sex. And reminding herself wasn’t easy when he was standing there, his jeans straining with his erection, his gaze hot and hungry. She was terribly afraid that reminding herself was going to do very little good.
chapter 3
“come on, we both need to get some rest.” Macey forced himself to ignore the hard-on torturing him. He had his pet snake to put away before she went to bed. Drack was his defense. He hated guns, and anyone with the ability to access his cave would no doubt be packing a gun. Macey didn’t think Emerson would appreciate curling up with a full-grown anaconda on her first night here.
Besides, there was something in her eyes that pricked at his heart, that had him releasing her slowly and stepping back. Not exactly fear of him, but there was fear there, uncertainty, innocence. And the look didn’t make sense to him.
He knew she’d had lovers before, he’d made it his business to know. He knew her medical history and the fact that she had lost her virginity between the ages of eighteen and nineteen.
She wasn’t promiscuous, but he knew she wasn’t a prude. Unfortunately, she might be too damned innocent for the likes of him, because the things he wanted to do with her would have had a call girl blushing.
She didn’t speak as he turned away and opened the bedroom door. Flipping the lights on, Macey had to clench his teeth against the sight of the huge bed across the room: plenty large enough for two people to play some hellaciously erotic games on.
