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She set the lotion on the dresser with more force than necessary while wishing herself luck with that. Tons of luck, especially since she’d already told him about her illness. While he played the role of a man who didn’t scare easily, she knew it was only a matter of time. God, how she wanted him….
Throwing up her hands and forgetting about her wants, she inspected herself in the dresser mirror and the floor-length one next to her bed. A frown rumbled her brow when she stepped closer to the mirror. She angled herself to and fro as if somehow the movements would make the run in her stockings disappear.
Cursing, she took a seat on the bed and tugged up the hem of the cranberry wrap dress to see how high the snag went.
“Damn.” She glimpsed her watch and then speed-walked to the dresser to select a fresh, and hopefully run-free pair of hose. She unfastened the spike-heeled pumps and removed the damaged garments, tossing them to the nightstand.
She bit her lip and hesitated before slipping on the new pair. Debating then, she trailed her nails across her bare thighs. The night may’ve been warm enough to go without. Biting her lip, she went to the windows and unhinged the lock to push open one side and take in the fragrant sea air kissed with a hint of warmth.
Might be all right, she told herself. Besides, if seduction was the order of the evening, hose would only be an obstacle. Satisfied by that train of thought, a saucy smirk curved her mouth and she turned from the window and right into Therin.
“Guess Casey didn’t ring up.” The smile he wore radiated no humor.
Kianti felt her lashes flutter and bowed her head to order them to stop. She cast a quick glance and wave toward the open window. “I was just about to put on my hose.”
Therin eliminated any personal space existing between them. “What for?”
Her effort to find a response was unnecessary. He was kissing her then and the only things leaving her mouth were moans. She went to her toes, seeking as much height as she could gain in order to enjoy his kiss more comfortably—in order to feel the unyielding length of his frame more adequately.
Therin handled that when he tugged her high against him and backed her next to the closest wall. Without shame, Kianti wrapped her legs around his back and returned his kiss with a fiery eagerness.
There was the nagging voice again at the back of Therin’s mind but the whispers coming from Kianti’s throat silenced them easily.
Her fingers found the buttons along his collarless wine-colored shirt and made quick work of them. She whimpered amidst the kiss while raking her nails across the steely expanse of his chest that was bared to her touch where the shirt hung open. She ended the kiss to outline the cleft in his chin with the tip of her tongue. Then she began a feast upon his earlobe. “Take me to my bed,” she whispered.
Her words were like part of some hypnotic suggestion he had no choice but to obey. They were on the bed seconds later. The kiss resumed yet broke on a curse when Therin acknowledged he had no weapons against her. He had the controlling position sprawled across her small, trembling form but it was she who commanded whatever move he sought to make.
She drove her tongue erotically against his. Her lips curved into a half smile when she heard his groans and felt the tension ease from his body. She arched herself into a bow, tossing her arms above her head.
“Undress me….”
Therin closed his eyes tightly as if to ward off her instruction. It was a hopeless waste of time.
As if to prompt him to do her bidding, she drew her thumbnail across his nipple and suckled his tongue at the initiation of another kiss.
“Undress me, Therin….”
He told himself that he wouldn’t hurt her. He could take it—take her slow. He had to because he had to have her.
Kianti tugged her lip between her teeth as she was claimed by a wave of elation. The determination on his gorgeous face told her that he was done denying himself. The fact that she was about to be treated to what she’d been denying herself was enough to make her scream with delight.
Therin had undone the ties to her dress in a matter of seconds. His nose blazed a trail across her collarbone, the swells of her breasts and the fragrant valley between. When he spotted the front clasp of her bra, his shaft nudged the button fly of his dark trousers. One easy flick of his thumb and it came apart releasing the full, pert mounds to his gaze…to his mouth.
Again, his nose blazed the trail, outlining the shape of her cleavage. He paid special attention to the nipple steadily firming beneath his manipulations.
“Put me in your mouth,” she ordered seconds before he did it.
Therin couldn’t help but liken himself to some inexperienced kid taking direction with an eager mind and body. He should have felt offended, instead he’d never felt more alive.
