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Don’t do this, Nikki! Don’t! one part of her mind screamed, while the other cast caution to the wind. So far she hadn’t caught him in a lie. He was, after all, her husband, and even if he wasn’t, he was the most damnably sexy man she’d ever met.
His tongue traced the circle of bones at her throat, and a liquid heat started to build deep within her. She moaned softly and he responded, slowly lifting her T-shirt over her head. As the cool air touched her bare skin, she felt her nipples stiffen, and the delicious warmth swirling within her, stretching and reaching outward from the deepest, most feminine part of her, caused all rational thought to cease.
He kissed the tops of her breasts, brushing his lips across the filmy lace of her bra. Had he kissed her this way before? She couldn’t remember, but didn’t stop his hands from lowering one strap to unleash her breast, its proud, dark nipple puckering in the wind.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning the wet tracks of his kisses on her skin. “So damned gorgeous.” She stared up at him. The darkening sky was a backdrop for his strong, chiseled features, a slightly crooked nose and a jaw that meant business. She reached upward, dragging his head downward so that his lips encircled her breast.
Like an electric current, a shock ripped through her. His teeth and lips tugged and played, his tongue tickled and teased, and she arched upward, thrusting her hips closer to his. “God, Nikki, we’re playing with fire,” he admitted as he stripped away her bra and kneaded the soft flesh of her breasts, pressing them together and burying his face in the deep cleft between.
“It’s all right. We’re married,” she said, her equilibrium long gone, desire overtaking common sense.
Growling, he kissed her again, and one of his hands delved beneath the waistband of her skirt, sliding along her spine, touching deeper and deeper until she was writhing beneath him.
“Nikki—” he whispered roughly, as he withdrew his hand.
“Please.” She bucked upward and he groaned, his eyes glazing.
“I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“You started it.”
“We’ll both regret it.”
“Why?” she asked, sensing that he was trying to tell her something, to break the wall of passion that surrounded her mind.
“The doctor said—”
“He’s not here.”
“We’re getting wet.”
“Not the first time. We’re from Seattle, remember?” She smiled up at him, teasing him, baiting him as rain began to pepper the ground.
His gaze moved from her just-kissed lips to her breasts, and his eyes turned smoky with passion again. “God help us,” he said before his lips claimed hers again. Her fingers found the buttons of his shirt and ripped them free, so that she could touch the swirling black hair covering his chest, feel the muscles flex as her fingers grazed his nipples, watch his abdomen curve inward to allow her fingers access to the buttons of his fly.
“You make me crazy,” he said.
“The feeling’s mutual, I think.”
With little effort, he stripped her of her skirt and kicked off his jeans. She saw him for the first time, naked and lean, strident muscles tense as he prodded her legs apart. “You’re sure of this?” he asked.
“Trent, please.”
Closing his eyes and muttering something under his breath, he thrust into her. Nikki gasped as she enveloped him, felt him start his magical rhythm. She moved her hips to his, and her fingers dug deep into the muscles of his shoulders as the tide of sweet pleasure washed over her in hot, anxious waves. He moved faster, and she kept up with his pace, her breathing wild, her heartbeat pounding in her ears, rain sliding down his smooth, sleek muscles.
“Nikki!” he screamed, throwing back his head. “Nikki, Nikki, Nikki!”
As if the universe exploded, she convulsed, her thoughts swirling, her mind soaring. She quivered in aftershocks and sighed in a voice she didn’t recognize as hers as he fell against her, murmuring her name, his body glazed with a salty sheen of sweat.
“Oh, Nikki,” he whispered hoarsely, his hands gently brushing the wet strands of her hair from her face. Rain slid down his neck. His face was tortured and pained as he kissed her lips. “What have I done?”
CHAPTER SEVEN
“…and stay in the room until I get back,” Trent ordered through the open door of the cab. Rain ran down his neck and under his collar as Nikki sat in the back seat of a battered old Chevy that smelled of must, sweat and stale cigarette smoke. They’d returned the horses and now Trent was sending her back to the hotel. Alone.
“Where will you be?”
“Back at the airport, trying to find out how bad this storm is supposed to be and if our flight will take off tomorrow.”
