someone—”
“Oh, hell!” He kissed her then. His arms surrounded her and dragged her tight against him. Before she could protest or start to struggle, his lips pressed urgently against hers. Anger fired through her bloodstream, outrage sang through her mind, but her wanton body wouldn’t fight back, wanted to melt against him.
Desire, friend or foe, caused her to ache inside, brought an intense sexual awareness that caused a weakness in her knees and a hunger in the most primal depths of her.
Oh, but she wanted to make love to him, yearned to have his hard body driving deep into hers. White-hot images of making love to him flashed behind her eyes, branding her brain. She saw taut, bronzed skin, a wash-board of abdominal muscles and a thick mat of chest hair stretched across raw bone and sinew. Her breathing was suddenly shallow, her heart jackhammering.
Don’t do this, her mind warned. Gina, for heaven’s sake, think! You lost yourself to him once before, don’t let it happen again. And yet her free arm wrapped around his neck. Her fingers brushed the hair at his nape as his tongue pressed urgently against her teeth and she opened to him. Kissing him felt so right, and yet was oh, so wrong.
She closed her mind to that hideous voice in her head that was screaming she was about to make yet another, life-altering mistake.
He sighed into her mouth and she felt one of his hands splay against the curve of her spine, the tips of his fingers tantalizingly close to her buttocks. Oh, Trent let me love you, she thought wildly, though she hardly knew the man.
He lifted his head, twined strong fingers in her hair and forced her to look into his hot blue eyes. “You make me crazy.”
She smiled despite herself. “And here I thought insanity was just one of your natural charms, that maybe it ran in the family. Now I’m the cause?”
“Yep.” His lips twitched.
“I’m not buying it.”
One of his dark eyebrows cocked. “Maybe I should convince you.”
“Oh, and how do you propose to do that?” she asked, flirting outrageously, daring him.
“Want me to show you?”
No!
“Absolutely.”
“You’re asking for it, lady.”
“Am I?”
“Oh, yeah.” Again he kissed her. Again her blood heated fast. Again her heart raced. His lips were hot, hard, demanding. What was wrong with her? He devoured her mouth and she did the same, kissing,nipping, biting until she felt his weight drag them onto the carpet of new grass.
“You know, Remmington, this is a good way to get grass stains,” she managed to say.
“Is it? Hmm. I can’t think of a better one.” His hands rubbed her shoulders as he kissed her neck and cheeks. She trembled inside. His breath was hot against her skin. In between presses of his warm lips against her flesh, he said, “But if you’re really worried about it, maybe we should take this off.” He was already bunching the hem of her T-shirt in his hands, yanking the fabric over her head, baring her skin to the cool kiss of spring air.
Stop this. Stop it now, her mind screamed, but the warnings were lost to her.
“Then it might be wise for you to do the same. I already wrecked one set of your clothes.”
“The suit and shirt are fine.”
“And the tie?”
One side of his mouth lifted as she started unfastening the buttons of his shirt. “It’s history.”
“I was afraid of that,” she said, her fingers fumbling as she tried not to stare at his hard-muscled chest or the alluring thatch of dark hair that nearly covered it. Flat nipples peeked out of springy nearly black curls and it was all she could do not to kiss each one.
“As I said, this is insane,” she whispered as he settled next to her and traced the lacy outline of her bra with one lazy finger. Her stomach did a slow, sensuous roll.He leaned over and kissed the top of one breast and she watched the sunlight catch a few strands of red in his thick brown hair.
“Can’t argue.” His breath caused goose bumps to rise
“Oh, hell!” He kissed her then. His arms surrounded her and dragged her tight against him. Before she could protest or start to struggle, his lips pressed urgently against hers. Anger fired through her bloodstream, outrage sang through her mind, but her wanton body wouldn’t fight back, wanted to melt against him.
Desire, friend or foe, caused her to ache inside, brought an intense sexual awareness that caused a weakness in her knees and a hunger in the most primal depths of her.
Oh, but she wanted to make love to him, yearned to have his hard body driving deep into hers. White-hot images of making love to him flashed behind her eyes, branding her brain. She saw taut, bronzed skin, a wash-board of abdominal muscles and a thick mat of chest hair stretched across raw bone and sinew. Her breathing was suddenly shallow, her heart jackhammering.
Don’t do this, her mind warned. Gina, for heaven’s sake, think! You lost yourself to him once before, don’t let it happen again. And yet her free arm wrapped around his neck. Her fingers brushed the hair at his nape as his tongue pressed urgently against her teeth and she opened to him. Kissing him felt so right, and yet was oh, so wrong.
She closed her mind to that hideous voice in her head that was screaming she was about to make yet another, life-altering mistake.
He sighed into her mouth and she felt one of his hands splay against the curve of her spine, the tips of his fingers tantalizingly close to her buttocks. Oh, Trent let me love you, she thought wildly, though she hardly knew the man.
He lifted his head, twined strong fingers in her hair and forced her to look into his hot blue eyes. “You make me crazy.”
She smiled despite herself. “And here I thought insanity was just one of your natural charms, that maybe it ran in the family. Now I’m the cause?”
“Yep.” His lips twitched.
“I’m not buying it.”
One of his dark eyebrows cocked. “Maybe I should convince you.”
“Oh, and how do you propose to do that?” she asked, flirting outrageously, daring him.
“Want me to show you?”
No!
“Absolutely.”
“You’re asking for it, lady.”
“Am I?”
“Oh, yeah.” Again he kissed her. Again her blood heated fast. Again her heart raced. His lips were hot, hard, demanding. What was wrong with her? He devoured her mouth and she did the same, kissing,nipping, biting until she felt his weight drag them onto the carpet of new grass.
“You know, Remmington, this is a good way to get grass stains,” she managed to say.
“Is it? Hmm. I can’t think of a better one.” His hands rubbed her shoulders as he kissed her neck and cheeks. She trembled inside. His breath was hot against her skin. In between presses of his warm lips against her flesh, he said, “But if you’re really worried about it, maybe we should take this off.” He was already bunching the hem of her T-shirt in his hands, yanking the fabric over her head, baring her skin to the cool kiss of spring air.
Stop this. Stop it now, her mind screamed, but the warnings were lost to her.
“Then it might be wise for you to do the same. I already wrecked one set of your clothes.”
“The suit and shirt are fine.”
“And the tie?”
One side of his mouth lifted as she started unfastening the buttons of his shirt. “It’s history.”
“I was afraid of that,” she said, her fingers fumbling as she tried not to stare at his hard-muscled chest or the alluring thatch of dark hair that nearly covered it. Flat nipples peeked out of springy nearly black curls and it was all she could do not to kiss each one.
“As I said, this is insane,” she whispered as he settled next to her and traced the lacy outline of her bra with one lazy finger. Her stomach did a slow, sensuous roll.He leaned over and kissed the top of one breast and she watched the sunlight catch a few strands of red in his thick brown hair.
“Can’t argue.” His breath caused goose bumps to rise
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