My Reckless Surrender - Page 82

Saucy chit. Hell, she made it so difficult to resist leaping on her. His cock was hard as the thick marble columns framing the door. “If I’d known boasting of my reading material would promote seduction, I’d have brought a list with me.”

Very slowly, she replaced the book she was holding and strolled around the desk in his direction. In the candlelight, her eyes gleamed with unmistakable interest. Perhaps he wasn’t the only one who found this discussion of books surprisingly arousing.

“Perhaps next time.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Diana, I’m trying to talk to you. So you think I’m more than just a rutting animal.”

By now, she stood in front of him. Her glance flickered down, then up to meet his. Definitely cat in the cream pot. She reached out and ran a finger down the center of his chest, jamming his breath in his throat. “I’m convinced.”

“And after what we did upstairs, you must be tired.”

“Not that tired.” She trailed her hand up to circle one flat nipple. Reaction shuddered through him.

“I’m trying to be considerate,” he said, even as he succumbed to her touch.

She released a short huff of laughter as she raked her nails through the dark curls on his chest. “For heaven’s sake, Ashcroft, I’m already in awe at the size of your brain. Now show me something else that’s big.”

“Diana, you try my patience,” he growled, his hands flexing at his sides.

Her smile broadened. “Patience is overrated.”

“All right, if you want a beast, you can have one,” he rasped.

Her face flushed with excitement, and her pink tongue flickered out to moisten her lips. “A thinking beast.”

“Not right now.”

He kissed her quickly and gripped her around the waist. She immediately melted into his embrace. He tightened his hold and swung her around to face the desk.

“Ashcroft?” The word emerged on a shocked gasp.

He’d managed to surprise the siren. Good. He still had a trick or two to show her.

“Hold fast,” he grunted, bending her over. He drew in a deep draft of her scent, warm sexually aroused female, apples.

He waited for a protest, however token, but she reached out and grabbed the far edge of the desk. The loose white sleeves slipped back to display her graceful wrists and the taut muscles of her forearms. The shirt rode up at the back, revealing white thighs and the lower curves of her bottom.

His heart battered his ribs, and arousal pounded through him like thunder. She drove him to the edge of control. He knew he wouldn’t withdraw from her at the ultimate moment. He hadn’t upstairs. He wouldn’t now.

It was madness. But the sweetest madness in the world.

Quickly, he opened his breeches so he pressed hard and ready against the luscious globes of her buttocks. With a rough movement, he shoved the shirt out of the way and parted her legs.

In spite of his raging desire, the sight before him made him pause. She had a beautiful arse. Hell, she was beautiful everywhere. No wonder he’d never stood a chance.

Almost reverently, he bent and placed a passionate kiss on each cheek. The fragrance of her need made his head swim. Even without touching her between the legs, he knew she was already wet for him.

She was so delicious, he couldn’t resist a bite. A soft moan escaped her, and she jerked under his mouth, but didn’t move away.

He bit her again and stroked her damp cleft, feeling her hot dew on his fingers. Feverishly, his hands moved up under the shirt. He cupped the pendulous breasts, flicking her nipples until she cried out and arched her back up into his chest.

“Don’t wait, Ashcroft,” she gasped.

With sudden ruthlessness, he angled her hips up and claimed her with a single thrust. As he slammed into her, her body opened in immediate greeting.

She clenched around him and cried out, pushing back to take him deeper. Sweet heaven, she was a lover sent from paradise. While she still quivered, he started to move. Hard. Fast. Seeking his own pleasure and knowing his pleasure fed hers.

Quickly, too quickly, he felt his climax building. With a shaking hand, he reached down to press against her mound. She cried out again, backed against him, and lost herself just at the moment he spilled into her with glorious abandon.

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