His hand cupped her chin while his thumb rubbed across her lower lip. The action sent a stream of lava coursing through her veins straight to her nether regions. Sweet heaven, it was happening all over again.
With just one touch he had stirred a fire inside her. His mouth beckoned to her, and she struggled not to lean into him. Oh God, what was it about this man that made her respond to his touch so quickly?
“My lord, I—”
“Lucien. I want to hear you say my name again.” It was another command and she tried to stifle the thrill of it. She didn’t like anyone telling her what to do, but there was something about his dominating manner that excited her.
“Lucien, please. I must pack.”
“No, Isis. I want you to say it like you did before.” Desire darkened his blue eyes as his mouth hovered over hers. “I want to hear you cry out my name in the heat of passion.”
She shuddered as his hand curled around the back of her neck and pulled her head toward him. Powerless to resist, she molded herself to his hard, muscular body as her mouth parted beneath his. In that split second, fire engulfed every one of her senses. Passion flowed hot and heavy through her as she gave in to the need gripping her body.
Her tongue mated with his with a ferocity that stunned her, but she held nothing back as his large hand slid over her bare shoulders to trace the line of her bodice down to her breasts. God, how she wanted him to suckle her again. She craved him, hungered for him with the same intensity she’d experienced that night at the Clarendon.
The desire to feel his skin against hers spiraled through her, and her fingers quickly undid the buttons of his shirt. She splayed the material open so she could caress the warm steel of his chest. Touching him wasn’t enough. She wanted to taste him too. She broke away from their kiss, her mouth edging its way along the line of his jaw, then down his throat to where his heart pounded against his breastbone. Breathing in his delicious spicy scent, her tongue flicked out to taste him. He was hot and tangy.
Dear Lord, she wanted him more now than she had that night. What power did he wield over her to make her so willing to forget everything but the sensation of his touch? Hot and wet for him, she ached for his possession. Remembering the way his thick, hard length had filled her, she slid her hand downward as she continued to taste the hardness of him.
The moment her fingers brushed over his rigid length he jerked with surprise. She wanted him—needed him inside her. With the palm of her hand, she rubbed him through his trousers. A deep growl rumbled out of his chest as he pushed his hips forward against her hand.
Strong hands pulled her upright as he sought her mouth again. Base emotion skittered through her as another rush of heat dampened the area between her thighs. Clinging to him, she moaned softly, taking pleasure in the shudder that ripped through her body. The delight coursing through her only increased the ache he’d created inside her with his touch.
Incendiary kisses singed her lips before heating her skin as his mouth glided across her cheek toward her ear. The moment his teeth nibbled on the soft flesh of her ear lobe, she whimpered a sigh of pleasure.
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Cupping her face with his hands, he found her lips again, his tongue probing the warm cavern of her mouth in a raw imitation of what he intended to do with her in the near future. Damn, she tasted good. Even better than that night at the Clarendon. Her mouth was sweet and warm like fresh honey. Was she as hot now as she’d been then? Roughly, he pressed her against the door with his body, while his hand hitched her skirt up enough for him to stroke a warm thigh. She was just as luscious as he remembered. A gasp parted her lips, and he swallowed it as his fingers slid through wiry curls to find her sweet cream. Christ Jesus, she was drenched with passion. His thumb pressed on the button of her sex, and she arched her hips toward him with an eagerness that made him growl in anticipation. Her eagerness excited him, and the way she was rubbing his cock made him painfully hard with an ache that only her hot cunny would ease.
He slid one finger inside her. Immediately, she jerked against him, her body tightening with delicious spasms of arousal. He remembered well the way she’d clenched around him that night, and he needed to have her do so again. Slick desire coated his fingers as her musky heat mixed with her exotic perfume. It created a sultry scent that flexed his body with a pull that was undeniable. Damn, but he wanted to taste her cream on his tongue. Warmth grazed his cheek as her hard, fast pants of excitement parted her soft mouth. She was hot velvet against his hand as he continued to stroke her in the same way he intended to do when he buried himself between her legs.
