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He hated those kinds of games. And despised the women who played them.
This chemistry was vibrant and volatile enough to be extremely rare. But if she wanted him to take this further—and the delicious quiver of her bottom lip would suggest she certainly did—she would have to tell him so.
Her head rose, her gaze meeting his. His lips quirked at the slight frown on her brow. And the brightening hue on her cheeks.
Her throat contracted. And he wondered if her mouth was as dry as his. Lifting his hand again, he cradled her cheek, and felt her shudder of reaction—as her eyes flared with need.
She didn’t draw back this time, though. And he knew he had her.
‘You’re going to have to ask for what you want, Milly,’ he murmured, struggling to keep things light, even as his own control hung by a single torturous thread.
The need pounded in his groin as he waited, the chilly exhaustion of the long swim incinerated by the volatile, visceral yearning, to discover where their extraordinary chemistry would lead.
Her frown deepened. But then her gaze snagged on his mouth. She seemed to consider his proposition for a moment, but when her eyes rose to his, he could see she had made a decision. Need fired through his torso, and down into his trunks.
‘I think... I really want to kiss you,’ she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. But he could see the delicious combination of determination and arousal turning her whisky eyes to gold.
He clasped her cheeks, angled her face up to his, her scintillating shiver setting fire to the last of his control.
‘Snap,’ he murmured.
But his determination to take things slowly, to tease and tempt, to savour the experience, exploded in a rush of desperation when his mouth found hers and he felt her jolt of response. She gave a sob of surrender and her hands grasped his waist.
He thrust his tongue deep when her mouth opened to let him in. And proceeded to take what they both wanted.
This is nuts... But I don’t care!
Milly clutched Garner’s waist, dragging him closer, until his hard, warm naked chest pressed against her unfettered breasts barely covered by the thin vest. The heady rush of adrenaline turned to the deep, visceral throb of desire as his lips claimed hers. She writhed against him, desperate to ease the ache in her nipples—both of which had become torpedoes ready to launch as soon as she’d got a good look at those spectacular pecs.
Roman Garner wasn’t just fit, he was seriously gorgeous, his long lean physique bulging and flexing in all the right places. His skin was soft, and yet firm, toned and tensile as she let him take control of the kiss.
He sucked on her tongue, then probed deep into the recesses of her mouth, claiming her in a way she had never been claimed before.
She probed back. She didn’t want to surrender to his moves. But it wasn’t easy to focus, when the man was a seriously good kisser.
Determined to be bold, the way he seemed to be so effortlessly, she let her hands explore as she lapped up hisaddictive taste. Salt and musk and man, with the hint of his morning coffee.
She caressed the smooth skin of his lower back, found the band of his wet trunks and edged her fingers underneath, tracing his spine, and finally landing on the bunched muscles of his glutes. She squeezed, brutally aware of the ridge of his erection, thickening in his trunks—and pressing into her belly.
His harsh shudder had triumph hurtling through her, before he dragged his mouth free. And yanked himself back, dislodging her eager palms from his phenomenal backside.
Fire leapt in his eyes—turning the vivid sea green to a rich emerald—before his sensual lips, reddened by their ferocious kiss, quirked in a challenging grin.
‘Now, really, Milly. I don’t remember giving you permission to grab my arse,’ he said, the faux outrage contradicted by the wicked glint in his eyes.
She cleared her throat. Then forced an obsequious smile—determined to flirt back, and pretend he hadn’t just overwhelmed her with one phenomenal kiss.
If he had any inkling about her body’s ferocious reaction, the need pulsing and pounding at her core, and making every single one of her erogenous zones beg for mercy, he would know exactly how inexperienced she was, and how far out of her depth.
‘Please, Mr Garner,’ she said, fluttering her eyelashes for all she was worth. ‘May I have permission to grab your arse?’
His eyebrows shot up to his forehead, but then he choked out a rough laugh. Not cynical this time, but rich and husky and surprised.
‘Damn,’ he murmured. ‘You’re quite the little ball-buster, aren’t you?’ But he was still smiling as he took her wrists in his and returned her hands to his backside. ‘Permission granted.’
Before she could let her new-found power go to her head, though, his thumb stroked across her collarbone, then dipped to circle her breast through the loose cotton.
She gasped, the nipple drawing tight, her hands rising from his butt to cling to him as his mouth landed on her neck. He nipped and sucked at the pulse point as those devilish hands found their way under her vest to cup her naked breasts.
