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Chapter 5
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Paula
BASTIAN’S ADVANCE STARTLED A GIGGLEout of her. She caught her breath as she felt his lips touch the corner of her mouth. A soft, barely there brush of skin on skin, all out of proportion to his harsh gasp, to the rush of fire it sent through her.
She’d assumed up to the very last moment that he wouldn’t do it, wouldn’t actually dare to kiss her.
But he had.
Apparently the man was bound and determined to get her to attend this thing with him and he thought his kiss had some mystical persuasive powers.
Well, too bad for him, putting the moves on her was an effort destined to fail. A plethora of truly expert kissers hadn’t yet managed to bring her to her knees. She knew all the moves and then some.Knowledge is power.
Bastian whispered her name, and she felt the humid warmth of his breath as he tentatively plucked her bottom lip with his own.
That one feather-like caress somehow reached past her guard to her deepest, most sensitive nerve endings. The low, deep groan that came from him, sounding in that rich-fudge voice, had a similarly drastic effect. He couldn’t have done anything more racy if he’d slipped his hand between her legs.
Oh,lord.
Paula let out a whimper as heat flooded her. It was bad. This was bad. One tiny kiss was affecting her far too strongly.
Right here, right now, she needed to call a halt.
Any moment now.
He gave another groan and curled one hand tightly around her skull. “You need to stop me, sweetheart.”
The endearment, coming in that softly spoken way, was like an intimate touch itself. “Stop yourself.”
His hand tightened in a fist on her bun. The tug at her scalp came in contrast to the swift trail of kisses he started laying along her jaw, up to her ear. “I don’t want to.” He kissed her earlobe. “Are you insulted yet?”
She didn’t reply. She was too busy being seduced. But he knew that, so why state the obvious?
He grunted, sucking in her sensitive earlobe, and caused a firestorm of heat. “I should warn you, I’m about to cop a feel.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“You are mistaken.” His mouth was on her neck. “So badly mistaken. I’ve wanted to do this for months.”
“Ha, right.”
“Stop me, Paula.”
“Stop telling me what to do.” She was teasing him, teasing herself. Testing him.
He gave a low chuckle. A big hand smoothed up her side to boldly cup her breast.
And there it was. She’d called his bluff and he’d called hers.
She couldn’t say she was disappointed. Her body shivered pleasurably.
“Slap me,” he murmured, giving her a gentle squeeze.
It wasn’t insulting. It wasn’t lewd. It was strangely satisfying, being coddled so tenderly. She raised her hand dreamily to cup his jaw. She loved the feel of his hard, smooth face on her palm.
“Slap me,” he said again, sounding a little desperate, even as he squeezed more firmly, taking more of her, biting the ropy muscle down her neck.
