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Problem was, her heavy breasts chose that exact moment to glory in being crushed against him, and when a fleck of snow landed on his nose she had the strangest impulse to lick it off.
‘Thane…’ Lord, was that her voice? That breathless, wanton plea?
‘Luciana…’ he drawled, in a tone that said Please be reasonable about this.
It inched her temper into the red zone.
‘Don’t fight this. Don’t fight me. You don’t want to go back there.’
‘But I do want to go back, Thane.’
‘No, angel. You don’t.’
Argh!
‘I’ll scream and that man over there will come running. I guarantee it.’
His mouth tipped at the corner in a devilish smirk. ‘Go ahead and I will smother that gorgeous mouth of yours.’
A gasp hit the back of her throat. ‘You wouldn’t dare.’
‘Want to find out?’ he growled.
Shameful excitement made her heart thump frenetically. ‘No, I don’t,’ she said, though her voice sounded like a flagrant whimper to her. So she strove for forceful. ‘Definitely not. Now, let go of me.’
He tutted and shook his head. ‘Try again, Luciana. And if you say it like you mean it, I just might.’
Ooh, he’d asked for this.
Writhing in his hold, she pushed and shoved at his chest, drew in a lungful of air for the scream building in her throat…
And his mouth crashed over hers, taking his words from threat to carnal promise.
Oh, hell. Don’t kiss him back. Don’t you dare.
Within seconds he’d captured her in his invisible force field, energy swirling, flowing around them like a mini-cyclone, and her breath unwound on a blissful sigh.
He cradled her to him with one hand cupping her nape and the other splayed at the small of her back, hauling her up against his hard groin as he tilted his head and ravished her mouth as if he owned her body and soul.
Wicked was the flavour that flooded her mouth. So sinful and debauched he was. Bad to the bone. And when he stroked past her lips with a teasing flick and then a languorous lick of his tongue, that was it. She melted against him—all molten lava. Followed the sculpted line of his shoulders with her greedy hands up the column of his neck and slipped them beneath his ears, into his hair. Hair she fisted, making him growl long and low, the sound vibrating through her on a violent tremor.
The earth was moving, she was sure. Then she figured out why when he lifted her high and coaxed her legs around his waist. Luciana wrapped herself around him and hooked her ankles at the small of his back until there wasn’t a sliver of air between them. He palmed the rounded swells of her bottom, squeezing her to him, and the erotic sensation of his thick hard erection nudging her lace panties made her sex throb and weep. He felt shockingly good and she whimpered, shivered.
Though that might also have been because she was wet, soaked to her skin. But he seemed to know what she needed, and when warmth suffused her and he sat down…somewhere…she straddled his muscular legs, cuddling closer to burrow into his heat.
Never leaving her mouth, he tore at her sodden coat, yanking it down her arms, and then his hot hands were back, sliding up her cool bare legs, pushing her dress up to ruck it around her thighs. And when those depraved fingers dug into the flesh of her bottom, pulling her panties indecently tight, the tug and rub of lace against her swollen folds made her cry out.
Survival instincts kicking in, she tore her lips free and dragged air into her lungs. Took a mind-numbing rush of his potent scent too. And that made her woozy. Impelled her to arch her back in a promiscuous plea for him to nuzzle her throat.
‘Luciana…’
His lush, moist kisses fell on her skin like rain on drought-stricken ground and she soaked up every caress, thirsting for more. It had been so long since she’d been touched, since this man had touched her. So wonderful. Such naughty, amoral bliss.
‘Thane…’
Dipping her head, she searched for his mouth and he dusted his lips over hers, teasing her cruelly. He tasted of pure virile masculinity, undiluted power. Passion and heat and lust and Thane.
Needing to touch, she ripped at the top buttons of his shirt, relishing his raspy curse and the sound of fabric tearing, and dived into the space she’d made, smoothing over his collarbone. Felt his heart beat a rapid staccato against her palm.
‘Hot,’ she whispered past his lips. ‘So hot.’
