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The Seduction of Sydney
Derek kissed her awake. When Sydney moaned against his mouth and reached up to
slip her arms around his neck, he shifted their bodies and deepened the kiss. She didn't
protest, but arched her slender curves against him in an age old invitation.
Heat flared, hardening him in a flash. God, what was
it about this woman that made him want to forget his good intentions? While seducing
Sydney was never far from his mind, his plan consisted of providing concrete evidence of
why they should marry. He was supposed to show her how wonderful their life could be
together. He couldn't recall any notation in the next phase of his experiment that
included deep, tongue tangling kisses.
Groaning deep in his throat, he followed her lead and
welcomed the detour from his course of action. He nearly came out of his skin when she
arched her back and rubbed her breasts provocatively against his chest. She was driving
him insane and had his control precariously close to slipping. Her hands slid into his
hair to hold him close. He had no intention of leaving any time soon.
He sensed her need, her heat, her desire, and as much
as he wanted to satisfy the sensual demands of the woman torturing him with her sweet body
and soul-reaching kisses, her assistant would be returning soon. He'd only meant to kiss
her awake, not torment them both with something they had no time to finish.
Despite the desire coiled tightly inside him, he
ended the kiss. He stared into her passion softened green eyes and considered locking the
door and putting out a "do not disturb for a week" sign.
"What are you doing to me?" Her slightly
swollen lips curved into one of those secret feminine smiles that had the power to bring
the males of the species to their knees.
"I know what I'd like to do," he told her,
resisting the urge to show her exactly how much he wanted her.
She moaned softly, seductively, and pressed her body
closer. "You make me want things, Derek. Things I have no business wanting."
He suspected her words were as close to the truth as
she was willing to admit. For the time being, her sweet confession had to be enough. There
was little doubt in his mind she loved him. The suspicion there was something deeper
preventing her from expressing the depth of her feelings nagged at him, but for now, he'd
bide his time and wouldn't press for more than she was willing to give.
He eased off the sofa and away from the erotic
promise in her eyes. "Stop looking at me like that," he teased. "Or I'll
lock the door and ravish you."
Her answering chuckle was husky and filled with sin,
doing nothing to ease his already uncomfortable jeans. Her eyes took a slow, studied tour
of his body, stopping momentarily where the denim cupped his sex, then moved back to his
face.
Her lips curved into a seductive grin.
His heart thundered in his chest.
He shoved his hands through his hair and pulled in a
rough breath. "Don't start something we can't finish, Syd," he warned.
She moved off the sofa, and strolled slowly to the
door. The lock snapped into place and his stomach bottomed out.
"You started it," she said, turning toward
him. "Now finish it . . ." |
