“You are far too full of yourself, St. Claire.”
“You called me Morgan the other day.” She breathed in the warm smell of sandalwood mixed with spice. It was a fragrant aroma. Heady almost. Her pulse lashed out a frantic beat through her body.
“Did I? I don’t recall doing so.”
“Perhaps you were too angry with me to remember.”
“Only with your stubbornness. I find it quite annoying. In fact, it’s the most irritating thing about you.”
“So you admit I’m not a hopeless cause after all.” There it was again, that teasing note that sent her senses reeling.
“Everyone has a saving grace, even a man such as you.”
“Then tell me what my saving graces are, Julia.” His mouth caressed her earlobe as he whispered his command into her ear. A shudder rippled through her.
“I cannot….cannot think of them at the moment.”
“Not even one?” The warmth of his mouth grazed the point of her jaw line. It shot a volcanic rush of heat through her limbs, leaving behind a languid tranquility in her body.
“No,” she breathed. Oh God, she wanted his kiss. She actually craved it. Insane. She had to be insane. It was the only explanation for why she was experiencing these traitorous emotions. The man was a libertine, and she didn’t want to be labeled his woman.
“You have a lovely mouth.”
His soft words made her gasp. Inside her head, an alarm screamed shrilly for her to take care or she’d be a St. Claire woman in no time at all. No, that wouldn’t happen. She’d see to that, but would it hurt to indulge her senses just a little? No man had ever made her want to break all the rules the way this one did.
How it happened, she wasn’t certain, but she was no longer sitting upright. Instead, she was reclining back into the couch with a warm body hovering over hers. Dark brown eyes glittered in his handsome face as a smile of satisfaction curled his lips. There was another emotion there as well. It was passion, rich and earthy in its honesty. It struck a chord in her. Excited her.
Every part of her body tingled with sensation as her gaze remained locked with his. God, but he was mesmerizing. Wetting her dry lips, she trembled at the low growl that rumbled in his chest. He lowered his head and grazed her cheek with his mouth. It was a feathery caress, but it made her blood sing with fire.
In the next moment, his mouth tasted hers. It was a light touch, but it stole her breath away. Oblivious to everything else but his kiss, she sighed softly then kissed him back. He immediately pressed his lean, hard body against hers, while her fingers splayed across his chest until she could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat. A lethargic warmth oozed its way into every inch of her body, and she breathed in the delicious heat of his scent.
Her fingers spiked through his hair, the softness of it caressing her skin like silk. He tasted heavenly. Hot and male on her tongue as it danced with his. She’d never realized how a woman’s breasts could grow so heavy with desire. The room’s cool air brushed across her leg before a warm hand caressed her calf.
Starting with surprise, she murmured a protest. He raised his head, and stared down into her face. If she had been cold, his heated gaze would have been enough to warm her. His hand stroked her leg lightly as he studied her.
“That beautiful mouth can deny it, but your body tells me you’re on fire.”
The confidence in his voice barely registered as his hand slid up to stroke the skin above her garter. She swallowed hard. This was far more than just an indulgence of her senses. It was a veritable gate to irresistible decadence. She inhaled a sharp breath as his fingers trailed a path over her inner thigh.
“Have you fantasized about me, Julia?”
A fiery heat crested over her cheeks as her gaze darted away from his. While it was true she’d imagined him touching her like this, it had only been in her dreams. She’d not even dared to think of it during the waking hours.
“No.”
“Such a charming liar,” he said with a disbelieving laugh at her breathless reply. “Well I’ve had fantasies about you, sweetheart, and in them you’re always hot and wet for me.”
The wicked words made her look up at him aghast. Speechless, she tried to stop the shiver of anticipation that skimmed over her skin the moment his hand brushed across the apex of her thighs. Her mouth went dry at the dark emotions flashing in his gaze as his finger parted her folds to trace a light circle over the nub hidden inside.
“You’re hot and wet now.”
The moment his thumb pressed and circled the sensitive area, she shuddered. Excruciating need shot from her belly into the nether regions of her body. Dear Lord, she loved the way he was touching her. A heated rush twisted her insides, and she uttered a small cry as his fingers dipped into her.
 “Oh God.” She squirmed beneath his heated strokes.
“In your fantasies do I always make you this hot and creamy?” His voice was raw with desire as he teased her with one sensation after another.
She moaned at the explosion of sensation spiraling through her body. Her hips shifted restlessly, writhing beneath his expert touch. Never in her life had she experienced anything like this. Heat engulfed her, and she clutched at his jacket as pleasure streaked through her.
“Admit it, you like what I’m doing to you.” His mouth nibbled at her ear.
“N…no. I…”
“Admit it.” His fingers delved into her in a sinfully delicious thrust and her insides curled with tension.
 “Dear Lord, yes. Yes, I like it.” The words were a hoarse cry of need. In the deep recesses of her mind, she barely recognized the voice as her own. It was as though she was on fire from the inside out. He continued to tease her, his fingers working an incredible magic on her body.
“Soon, quite soon, sweetheart, I’m going to fill you completely. I’m going to enjoy having this tight cunny of yours squeezing on my hot cock until you make me explode with pleasure.”
The rough edge to his voice indicated how aroused he was, while the erotic image he’d described only made her hotter, and she bucked against his hand.
