7
King felt his control crumple.
For the first time in nearly a decade he let emotions overrule good sense.
Reason didn’t stand a chance once he crushed her lips with his.The moment he tasted her, he was lost.
No…
He was found.
That sensation settled over him with as much intensity as the desire that crashed through him—that had been crashing over him for weeks now.Though today it had nearly burned him alive.
Her lips parted sweetly beneath his bruising kiss.
He wanted to be gentle.He tried.But when he started to pull back from the hungry kiss, she leaned into him with a moan, her lips chasing his.
He grinned against her mouth, a surge of joy so unexpected and so out of character, it caught him off guard.
He licked her plump bottom lip just to hear that moan again, and she didn’t disappoint.Her eyelids were heavy and she melted into his arms when he crushed her to him, his arms around her waist, supporting her weight.
Her lips were soft and sweet, and he was certain she was made of some intoxicating nectar because he couldn’t get enough.When he slid his tongue between her lips and she tentatively slid her tongue alongside his, he was the one groaning.
The pleasure was unbearably sweet.Painfully good.His hands were everywhere, trying to devour her with touch alone.He stroked her hair, long and thick as a curtain.He learned the curve of her waist, the sweet lush roundness of her bottom.
And she’s no innocent.The thought had him gripping her arse harder, dragging her forward to press against his erection.
She gasped.
He chuckled.He couldn’t help it.She’d fooled him good these past months.He’d been so certain she was this untouched virginal little angel.But not only did she have a child, she’d responded to his closeness and his touch in a way that no virgin ever could.
He’d have scared her off for good, but here she was.In his arms, her dainty little hands sliding up his chest, clutching at his shoulders.
“That’s it, love,” he murmured between kisses.“Show me what you want.”
Her answer was a whimper that nearly made him come in his trousers.Jesus, the girl was temptation itself.So needy, so passionate.
He found her neck with his open mouth and then nipped at her ear until she gasped.“Do you have any idea what I’ve dreamt of doing to you, love?”
She shook her head wildly.
He grinned.“Shall I show you?”
“Yes,” she breathed, burying her head in his shoulder as he sucked on the sweet skin at her neck.“Yes, please.”
He groaned as a fresh wave of lust hit him with full force.“Yes, please, eh?What a good little girl you are.”He drew a line with his tongue from her shoulder to her ear, feeling her shiver, her breasts pressing against his chest as she writhed against him.“Will you be so sweet in bed too, I wonder?”
He drew back to look down at her dazed eyes, her wet, full mouth.“Yes,” she said.
And he saw it, the glimmer of madness that comes with want.Had she ever been dominated in bed before?
He shook off the thought as a white hot rage threatened to steal the moment.
He’d felt it the moment he’d realized she’d been with another man—he’d seen the babe, and the way she held it and he’d known it was hers.
And that was both a blessing and curse because while he was grateful she was no untouchable virgin, he hated the idea of any other man touching her.
But she hadn’t been his then, he reminded himself.