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He couldn’t believe it. It had hardly even been a kiss. And he wasn’t sure why he’d responded to it so powerfully, yet the moment her soft mouth had pressed to his he’d felt as if she’d lit him with a match and he was about to go up in flames.
Chemistry, of course, though why he should have it with this sweet little innocent who had no idea how to even kiss properly was a complete mystery.
As was why he was still holding her when he was close to breaking point.
As was also why he’d commanded her to kiss him again, as if another kiss was the answer to this dilemma.
Wonder glowed in her eyes as she looked up at him, her cheeks fiery with her blush, her freckles like stars scattered over her skin.
He’d thought her plain initially, yet now he was struggling to understand why when it was so obvious that she wasn’t plain in the slightest. Unusual, yes, but not plain. Not with that creamy skin and those dark, velvety eyes. That determined chin and that full little mouth.
She gave him a worried look. ‘Are you sure?’
He could see her pulse at the base of her throat. It was beating fast yet she wasn’t scared. She’d been scared before, when he’d brought her in here, but she wasn’t now.
She was warm in his arms, her soft curves pressing deliciously against his hard angles, her scent very feminine, sweet and citrusy. Was that her perfume? Body lotion? He liked it very much.
‘Kiss me,’ he said roughly, the impatience he’d been struggling to deal with getting the better of him. ‘Now.’
‘But I’m not very good at—’
He took her mouth again before she could finish and all thought left his head.
She didn’t resist and automatically he firmed his grip on her chin and took control, at first staying still to let her get used to the feeling, before he moved his mouth on hers slowly, showing her how it was done.
She’d stilled, and not, he thought, out of shock, but as if she was simply waiting for more. So he gave her more.
His tongue touched her lips in a brief taste. And then a couple more times. Touching the corner of her mouth and then the centre, before following the line of her lower lip. Then a few butterfly kisses, light brushes of his mouth on hers, tantalising her.
She trembled, her breath catching.
His hunger growled, but he ignored it. For some inexplicable reason he was close to the edge and he refused to let himself go over, not for one kiss given to him by a virgin.
No, he’d go carefully, show her a little more and then pull back. This was her first kiss after all, if what she’d told him was correct, and there was no point in scaring her.
But then Glory blew all his plans out of the water.
She slid both her arms around his neck and opened her mouth beneath his.
Heat engulfed him, the fire she’d lit leaping high, and slow and careful and gentle went abruptly out the window.
He pushed his tongue into her mouth, kissing her hard, chasing the sweet taste of her and finding yet more heat, yet more sweetness. He began to explore, hunger building inside him, and before he knew what was happening, his hands were where they’d wanted to be since she’d first thrown off that ridiculous cloak, buried deep in her hair. It was as soft as he’d imagined, like raw silk.
He closed his fingers in it, tugging her head back further, tasting her deeper as heat expanded between them. She melted, pressing all those soft, lush curves against him, making a desperate little sound, as if she wanted to get even closer to him, but still wasn’t close enough.
In the back of his mind, something screamed at him that he was making an even bigger mistake, but somehow it got lost under the sudden explosion of desire that was pulsing through him. The desire to push her up against the wall, drag up the hem of her dress and bury himself inside her. Lose himself and forget for a few brief minutes the mission that consumed his every waking thought and the loss that wouldn’t leave him alone.
Her arms tightened and he was achingly aware that the soft heat between her thighs was pressing against the front of his trousers. Against his aching sex. It made him growl deep in his throat, made him let go of her hair and put a hand to the small of her back, fitting her more firmly against him.
She sighed into his mouth, kissing him back, still inexperienced, yet bolder now, with a sweet edge of demand that made him want to give her everything she was asking for.
Then she gave a little gasp, wriggling against him, and he realised with sudden shock that hehadpushed her up against the wall. But she wasn’t wriggling to get away, she was wriggling to get closer, pressing herself against him in a way he knew well.
She wanted him. She was desperate for him.
You can’t do this. You can’t take her. Where the hell is your control?
He didn’t know. Somehow it was gone. One young, inexperienced and ordinary young woman had made it disappear with a kiss.
