Esther Mitchell The Underground Series 01 Tamia

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she was near him, she forgot whatever promises she had made about maintaining
distance. She looked up into Rick s face, expecting to see disgust, or at least shocked
anger. Instead, his eyes were dark and hot, piercing all her walls. She shivered, feeling as
if Rick could see right into her heart, and read what she was feeling. Slowly, he drew a
breath and, in a soft voice, asked, What would shock you?
Tamia felt her breath stop in her throat. This was dangerous ground she was
treading. It was a pity that the more dangerous the ground, the bolder she always got.
Nervously, she wet her lips, unable to tear her gaze from his, her heart beating like a
triphammer. She told herself she wasn t going to say it. There was nothing in the world
that could compel her to say what her hungry heart desired, what she knew would shock
her to the core. Nothing could force her mouth to form those words...
If you kissed me. The words tumbled from her lips without further thought as
the heat of his gaze consumed the last of her will.
If you kissed me. The words shot through Rick like an electric charge, bringing
with them the memories of her hungry mouth, her smooth, honeyed skin, her willing
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embrace. God, he was a man starved, standing before a feast that wasn t his, aware that
he couldn t have it, but wanting it anyway. He d lain awake nights, plagued by images of
her, of them, and risen well before dawn to a hard-paced workout and an icy shower,
neither of which ever did much to cool his burning desire. When he d entered the room
to find her sitting there as if ready to bolt at the slightest provocation, his heart had
rebelled at the thought of her leaving. He d had to touch her, to soothe away the tension
in her and keep her there with him. Then she d flirted with him. Oh, dear God, even the
image of that silly little comment she d made had fuelled his lust. He d wanted to do just
what she d said, to see if it really would leave her unaffected.
But then she d brought the image of kissing to him, of tasting her warm, honeyed
lips again, and he was lost. Her wide, doe eyes, the color of rich mahogany, compelled
him, and he couldn t fight their call. All his promises, all his forced distance, could not
have kept him from her in that moment. With a groan of surrender, he pulled her to her
knees, his mouth finding hers, his kiss avid, starving. He heard her moan, and drew it in
as he deepened the kiss, plundering her. Her body slid down like silk, pulling him over
the low back of the sofa as she sank into the cushions, returning his kiss with an ardor
that enflamed him. As he felt the supple warmth of her body pressed between his own
and the couch, need and greedy desire swept through him and he groaned, grinding the
hard evidence of his arousal against her. Her sudden gasp, however, lanced through him
like a knife, slicing through the haze of desire clouding his mind. God, what was he
doing, assaulting her like this? He d always despised men who couldn t control their
passions. Was he any better than them, now? Guiltily, Rick drew away, moving to sit in
the chair opposite the sofa, forcing distance between them.
Sorry, he apologized softly, his voice imploring her forgiveness, even as his
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body fought to transgress upon her again. He quelled it harshly, reminding himself
sharply that she didn t really want him. The way she d responded to him was training.
According to her grandfather s tight-lipped explanation, Tamia s life with David Farenes
had taught her to be compliant in a way Shaung Ku-ran had clearly believed contrary to
his granddaughter s nature. Rick had to agree. Farenes had probably taught her that sex
was about force, and to let the man get his lust over with, so he d go away and leave her
alone. Rick winced inwardly at the thought of an ice-sculpted Tamia in his bed. That
wasn t what he wanted. He wanted the fire he d held in his arms.
Tamia had been shaken to the core when he d actually taken up her dare, and even
more shaken when he d kissed her as if he were a man dying of thirst and she was the
water of life. She flushed slightly, ashamed of her own behavior. She wanted him too
much; she d sought to take what she could get, however she could get it. Eagerly, she d
pulled him over to join her, hoping that once his body was close enough to hers, he d go
the whole way. When he d pressed the hard ridge of his erection against her, she d [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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