cupped a hand behind her neck. "Unless you're afraid you're wrong."
"I'm not wrong. And I don't want - "
He decided it was simpler not to let her finish. The woman could argue with the dead. He covered her mouth with his quietly, with barely a whisper of pressure and promise. When her hands jerked up to his chest, he scooped an arm around her waist and brought her gently closer.
For his own pleasure, he skimmed his tongue over her lips, then dipped inside when they parted. He thought, foolishly, that he could hear a new window to a new paradise begin to creak open.
Then she trembled, and he forgot to be amused at both of them. When he eased back he saw that she was still pale, her eyes dark and clouded. Testing, he pressed light kisses on either side of her mouth and watched her lashes flutter.
"I don't - I can't - God." The hand pressed against his chest balled into a fist. "I don't have the time or the inclination for this."
"Why?"
Because her head was spinning, her pulse was pounding, and her juices were running in a way they hadn't in - ever. "You're not my type."
That clever mouth curved. "You're not mine either. Go figure."
"Men who look like you are always scum." She knew better, absolutely knew better, but she couldn't stop her hands from streaking up his chest and grabbing all that wonderful gold-tipped hair. "It's like the law."
His lips curved. "Whose law?"
She could have had a snappy comeback for that, if she'd just been able to concentrate. "Oh, the hell with it," she muttered and dragged his mouth back to hers.
Nerves and needs seemed to pulse from her in fast, greedy waves. He couldn't stand against them, could barely stand at all once her mouth started its assault. He should have known she wouldn't believe in the slow and the gradual, or the easy sweetness of a lazy seduction. But he hadn't considered that the fire-drenched demands of that mobile mouth would undermine his innate sense of reason.
In the space of a heartbeat he went from enjoying her to devouring her.
His arms banded around her, forgot about her long, fragile bones and soft, spare flesh. He used his teeth because that mouth, that wide, sultry mouth seemed to have been made for him to ravish. The scent of soap was absurdly sexy. He could almost taste it as he ran hot, wild kisses down her throat.
"It's only because I haven't had sex in so long." She gasped out the rationale even as her eyes crossed.
"Okay. Whatever." He curled his hands around her tiny, tight butt and muffled a moan against her throat.
"A year," she managed. "Okay, it's been nearly two, but after the first few months you hardly... Jesus, touch me. I'm going to scream if you don't touch me."
Where? He nearly panicked. He was unable to tell one part of her from another. He was steeped in all of her. Instinct had him tugging her crisp white shirt out of the waistband of her skirt, fumbling with buttons.
"Upstairs." He swore ripely as the buttons refused to yield. He didn't have enough sanity left to be appalled at how his fingers shook. "We should go upstairs. I've got a bed."
Desperate, she grabbed his hand and pressed it to her breast herself. "You've got a floor right here."
He managed a laugh. "I'm beginning to love practical women."
"You haven't seen anything - " Then it hit her. The first wave of pain was followed so swiftly by a second she barely managed a choked gasp.
"What? What is it? Did I hurt you?"
"No, it's nothing." He was trying to straighten her up as she doubled over. "It's just a twinge. It's - " But the burning was spreading like wildfire, and the fear burst through with it as she felt her skin break out in a cold, clammy sweat. "Just give me a minute." Blindly she reached out for something to balance her and would have fallen if he hadn't scooped her up.
"The hell with this." The words exploded between gritted teeth. "The hell with it. I'm taking you to the hospital."
"No. Stop it." Desperate for relief, she hooked an arm under her breasts and pressed. "Just take me home."
"In a pig's eye." Like a warrior hoisting his conquest, he carried her out of the house. "Save your breath and yell at me later. Right now you're doing what you're told."
"I said take me home." She didn't bother