Raintree: Sanctuary (Raintree 3)
“I’m not staying here.” Mercy took several weak, tentative steps, then faltered.
Judah reached out and caught her before she fell, keeping her on her feet as he wrapped his arms around her. “Why should we fight the inevitable? I want you, and you want me.”
When she tried to free herself from his tenacious embrace, he held fast.
Tilting her head so that she could look him right in the eyes, Mercy said, “You are Ansara. I am Raintree. We hate each other. When you have killed your brother, then you and I will fight for Eve, and I will kill you.”
He lowered his head, his lips hovering over hers. She tried again to break free, but without success.
“And it will bother you to have sex with me and then try to kill me. How deliciously naive you still are, sweet Mercy.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why? Because that’s what I called you the night you conceived Eve, the night we couldn’t get enough of each other?”
“Let me go. Don’t do this. Don’t make me fight you tonight.”
“I don’t want to fight.”
She struggled against his superior physical strength but couldn’t overpower him. “Do you intend to try to rape me?”
He loosened his hold on her, and she pulled free, managing to make it to the door before her knees weakened. As she stumbled, she reached out and broke her fall, managing to stay upright only by leaning against the door. Judah came up behind her and gently pressed himself against her, trapping her between his muscular body and the wood. When she felt his warm breath on her neck, she trembled.
“I haven’t even touched you, and you’re falling apart,” he told her, his voice a sensual rasp.
“I hate you.”
“Hate me all you want.”
Judah eased his hand across and down her shoulder, over her waist, and then he cupped her butt. Even through the cotton of her summer dress and panties, she felt the heat of his touch. And, God help her, she wanted him. All of him.
When he reached down, grasped the edge of her skirt and slowly bunched it in his hand, she closed her eyes and whimpered. His fingertips moved upward beneath the dress and over her panties.
She managed to say one word. “Don’t.”
“Shh…” he hissed into her ear as his fingers found the small of her back, that ultrasensitive spot just above her buttocks. “Relax, sweet Mercy. Let me pleasure you.”
Judah, please…please…
He rubbed his index finger over her sacrum, faster and faster, harder and harder. Mercy held her breath as sensation built inside her. Suddenly a zap of electrical energy shot from Judah’s fingers directly into the vertebrae in the small of her back.
Jerking uncontrollably, Mercy cried out as she climaxed.
FOURTEEN
How could she have let this happen? She could have escaped. She could have stopped him. Why hadn’t she?
Because you wanted this. Because you want him.
Judah eased his hand out from under her dress, letting the skirt fall back down over her legs, the hem brushing against her calves. But he kept her pinned against the cabin door, her back to his chest, his erection throbbing against her buttocks.
As the aftershocks of her orgasm faded away, Mercy fought an inner battle, her heart versus her mind. Her heart whispered soft, passionate yearnings, but every logical thought commanded her to flee.
Fight your desires.
Fight Judah. Don’t let him do this to you.
“Let me go,” she pleaded. “You don’t want me this way, taking me against my will.”