He hissed in a sharp breath. I felt his abs straining.
He kept his eyes closed. “I warned you to be careful.” His deep, sensual voice seemed to heat the air around me. But he wasn’t completely stopping me. Just warning me.
“I’ll take the risk.”
As I brushed my fingers over his hard abs, I delighted in the way they tensed under my palms.
I brushed a light kiss over his neck, his collarbone, and his body went rigid between my thighs, muscles corded.
“If you don’t get off my lap,” he purred, “I’m not sure what I might do.”
But the deep, sensual timber of his voice suggested he wanted me to stay. And I could feel how hard he was. My breasts brushed against his chest. I pressed my mouth against his throat, licking, sucking …
He let out a low, animalistic groan that slid into me, curling around my belly. Any minute now he would lose it. He would snap. And then, I’d make him vulnerable.
I reached down to the hem of my dress, at my hips, and started to lift it up slowly, over my waist to reveal the red lace underwear. But seduction was a tease, so I dropped the hem down again, covering my knickers. “Maybe you’re right. This is a bad idea.”
He stared at me like I’d just slapped him. Uncomprehending—lost again. Looking for answers.
“Unless you really want me.” I let the strap of my dress fall lower, exposing more of my breast. Then I raised my dress up higher, showing off the sheer red lace.
That’s when something in him seemed to snap. His eyes blazed with flames, and I sensed something else was taking over—his darker, bestial side. A glimmer of gold swept over his high cheekbones. He reached for my hips, gripping me hard. He was pinning me in his lap right where he wanted me.
With a low growl, he pulled my hair back, his teeth at my throat. He wasn’t piercing the skin, but pressing his incisors so lightly. I took deep breaths, my breasts brushing against him.
My heart started to race out of control—fear mingling with excitement.
He traced his teeth lower, then started to kiss, lower over my collarbone, like I’d done. He left a trail of searing heat, scorching me, and God it felt good, sinfully good. My breath raced faster.
Here I was, in the thrall of my worst enemy. And I was wildly turned on by it.
Waves of need pulsed through my body, and I found my hips slowly rocking against him, eager for more friction. His lips moved over my skin, tongue flicking slowly. His mouth felt amazing. A shudder of pleasure trembled through me. I was melting against him, his to do with as he wanted.
His kisses moved lower now, over the curve of my breasts. Then, with a quiet snarl, he reached for the front of my dress, tearing it open. When I looked down I saw my nipples hard against the red lace. His gaze swept down to them, and his expression looked hungry. There was, for sure, no going back now.
His eyes were pure fire, and the gold tattoos gleamed over the side of his cheekbones.
Fear slid over my heart like a shadow, and I closed my eyes. For a moment I felt myself plummeting.
Then, he uttered a word in a foreign tongue, and when I opened my eyes again, the lights were out.
He slid his hands under my bum and stood, lifting me. My arms were wrapped around his neck, my legs around his waist. I felt his muscles shift between my thighs as he carried me. And when he kissed me on the mouth, slow and sensual, the fear drifted from my mind. It was replaced with a deep, pulsing heat that moved from my belly down between my thighs.
My mind burst with the image of a thrilling flight through a night sky, over a city of golden stone.
He laid me down on the bed, and I felt him kneel between my legs. He tugged my bra, and I gasped when his mouth closed over my nipple, tongue swirling. I threaded my hands into his hair. Waves of sensual pleasure rocked through me, and I heard myself whispering his name. Never before had I imagined that this kind of pleasure was possible—and especially not with my worst enemy.
My back arched into him, and I was dimly aware that I was moaning his name. I needed him sliding into me, filling me.