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Dee drew her fingers along Chase's freshly shaven cheek, the skin smooth and warm to
the touch. "I'm saying yes."
He pulled in a ragged breath. "Dee -"
She moved closer, wreathing her arms around his neck and aligning her body with his.
"Don't tell me you've changed your mind already?"
A half smile tipped his mouth. "I wouldn't exactly say that." He settled
his hands on her hips and turned, lifting her onto the ledge of the counter.
With the heels of her bare feet, she urged him forward and wrapped her legs around
his hips. The instant pressure against the juncture of her thighs was nothing short of
electric. Whatever it was about Chase that had her insides jumping with excitement, she
couldn't exactly be sure, but the pulling sensation deep in her tummy, the warmth
spreading through her limbs and the moist heat dampening her panties in sweet anticipation
of his touch were more than decadent, they were perfectly erotic.
With her arms looped around his neck, she slipped her hands into his thick, wavy
black as midnight hair and guided his mouth toward hers. "What would you say?"
she asked him, her voice a breathless whisper.
He hesitated, his mouth mere millimeters away, as if making his own decision.
Finally, he brushed his lips over hers in a kiss so feathery and light she thought she'd
imagined it.
"I'd say, what took you so long?"
Before she could respond, his mouth slanted over hers in a searing, toe-curling
kiss. His tongue slid across hers in gentle exploration, causing electrifying sensations
to spark and fuse with the emotions ricocheting through her heart and mind. This was it,
she thought. This was as real as it got . . . at least on a temporary basis.
She forgot all the reasons why getting involved with Chase was a foolhardy mission
when his large, caloused hands pressed against her bottom and urged her even closer. His
erection wedged against the growing dampness between her thighs, heightening her
instinctive need to mate. A soft moan escaped at the delicious contact as she rocked her
hips forward, rubbing against the hard length straining the fly of his faded jeans. She
wanted, needed to feel him deep inside her.
He tore his mouth from hers to look into her eyes. The deep hue of violet mirrored
the need pulsing through her, but darker and more intense. "You know," he said,
a slow wicked smile curving his oh-so-sexy mouth. "That muffin was hardly
satisfying."
"I'm all for satisfaction, so long as it's mutual." She moved against him,
the rough denim scraping against her navy cotton shorts. At his sharp intake of breath
followed by a low groan, satisfaction of the feminine kind reared up inside her. "If
it's a meal you're interested in, then it's a good thing we're in the kitchen."
He chuckled, then dipped his head, skimming his lips along her skin, using his teeth
and tongue to heighten pleasure. He zeroed in on the sensitive spot at the base of her
throat, leaving her little choice but to toss her head back and arch toward him and the
delicious sensation.
"I want to feast on you," he murmured against her skin.
"Hmm. Sounds . . . intense."
He made a low rumble of sound. "Do you like it . . . intense?"
"I like it hot," she said, sifting her fingers through his hair.
His fingers worked the buttons of her pin-striped summer blouse. "Just
hot?" he asked, pushing the placket open. His fingers traced a slow trail along her
skin, over her rib cage and upward to cup her breasts. After she'd knocked three times on
the ceiling, she'd taken a quick shower, foregoing a bra in favor of comfort. The instant
he palmed her flesh, her nipples puckered and rasped against his work roughed hands.
"The hotter, the better," she murmured after a low moan of pleasure, glad
she'd decided to opt for comfort rather than practicality. "And steamy."
He drew his thumbs over her tightened nipples, while his mouth worked magic over her
exposed collar bone and down toward her breasts.
"Steamy, huh?"
His tongue circled her nipple and she trembled.
"Steamy," she whispered. "Wet and steamy."
Oh God, she couldn't take much more of this. His hands, his mouth, the sexy rumble
of his voice against her skin had all the makings of an erotic fantasy come to life. The
wicked visions slipping into her mind didn't help matters either and were almost too much
to bear.
Almost.
And not nearly enough.
Don't miss Sleeping
with the Enemy's
hot and steamy sequel,
Seduced
by the Enemy
2003 Rita Finalist
Best Long Contemporary Romance
Romance Writers of America
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