Eclipse of the Heart - By Carly Carson Page 0,61

as she stood there, looking at him. Standing there in unbuckled pants, and a partially opened shirt, he upended her world. His broad chest was lightly covered with black hair, but she could still see his brown nipples centered in his perfectly formed chest muscles. Those nipples were sharply peaked. The realization made her fascination grow and she felt her eyes almost involuntarily following the line of dark hair that bisected his flat stomach until it disappeared beneath his partially opened pants. Yes, he was still aroused; there could be no mistaking that fact.

He stopped unbuttoning his shirt. "Have you changed your mind?" he asked calmly.

"I don’t know if I can do this, after all," she whispered. "It’s so cold."

"Sorry," he said. "I’m used to telling women what to do."

"Of course. When you're paying, you call the shots."

His eyes narrowed. "This is not a commercial transaction, Amanda. Let me also point out that you were the one who started this."

Her lip wanted to tremble. How had this gone so wrong? "I wanted to do something for you, Logan. Then, somehow, it turned into you dragging me down the hall and bossing me around." She knew she was on the verge of unreasonableness - she had started this - but she couldn't seem to continue.

His gray gaze watched her coolly. "Most women like it when I boss them around. To be honest, it seems the more I order a woman around, the more she likes it."

"How many times do I have to tell you, I am not most women!"

He stilled, like a lion in the moment before he pounces on his prey. Watchful. Unmoving. Evaluating his victim.

Then he changed direction. Like the clever predator he was, he adopted a new approach to get what he wanted. Even as she recognized his methods, she was helpless before them.

"You're right," he said softly. "You are not most women." He resumed unbuttoning his shirt, drawing it off and dropping his pants. He stood naked before her. "I shouldn't have interrupted what you were trying to do. I shouldn't have tried to take control."

He strode toward his bed, gloriously unconcerned with his nudity. "I'm going to lie down here, and let you do exactly what you want." He stretched out on the bed.

Amanda tried hard not to stare, though she feared she mostly failed. "What if I don't want to do anything?"

"I'll be disappointed," he said, still in that calm, unthreatening voice. "But I'll survive." He even managed that half-smile that always undid her.

She took two steps toward the bed. "You're diabolical. You know that?"

"I'm totally at your mercy. What more do you want?" He crossed his arms behind his head. "I'll keep my hands right here. While hoping that you're planning to start taking off those clothes. I feel horribly disadvantaged here."

"You feel no such thing."

Her tough words were in direct contrast to the hot melting inside of her. She reached out and touched what nature had designed him to display so blatantly.

"Your clothes," he said. His eyes met hers. "I'm begging here."

She smiled. And discarded her shirt and bra. She watched his chest rise and fall as he struggled to control his breathing. She leaned down and licked him again, slowly, enjoying his taste and his warmth.

His whole body jerked. "Mandy," he whispered. His hands moved into her hair.

She stood up and shimmied out of her skirt as his gaze burned her.

"Panties!"

She hooked a finger in the side of her underpants and peeled them down her hips, down her long legs, until they hit the floor. Then she stepped daintily out of them. She knew exactly what she was doing now. Sexual power roared through her as she saw the effect she was having on him. He didn't love her, but he definitely wanted her.

When she was free of all her clothes, she placed her right knee on the bed beside his hip. She ran her hands all over the middle part of his torso, everything she could reach—his hard, flat stomach, his hips solid with bone, his muscular thighs.

Last of all, she ran her hands over his eager, bobbing cock, and his round, dark-haired balls. She squeezed gently as he groaned with pleasure.

When she lifted her other leg over his body, giving him an intimate view of herself, she could see that he was nearly crazy with lust. As she was herself.

She rubbed herself over him, once, twice, and then she slowly impaled herself on him. He jerked again, pushing up into