Seduced The Unexpected Virgin - By Emily McKay Page 0,25

rounded the island and crossed the room to where she stood. She nearly gasped in surprise as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

Six

Kissing Ana was as close to heaven as a man like him could get. She smelled like snickerdoodles and tasted like his favorite tequila. Unless her skin was actually sprinkled with sugar, he just didn’t see how she could get any better.

Her mouth was hot and moist and after an instant of surprise, unbelievably pliant and responsive. The purse she’d been holding slid off her shoulder and hit the floor and then her hands crept up around his neck to weave through his hair. She deepened the kiss, opening her mouth beneath his and boldly stroking her tongue against his teeth. His hand automatically sought her bottom, lifting to press her against his growing erection.

She tilted her hips forward, rubbing herself against him in a way that sent fissures of pure pleasure shooting through his body.

He hadn’t meant for the kiss to get out of hand. Hell, he hadn’t meant to kiss her at all. If she’d shown even the slightest resistance, he would have instantly let her go. But she melted against him, and so he clutched her to him even tighter and felt her shudder in response. He shoved her jacket off her shoulders and down her arms. Turning them around, he backed her up a step and then another, until her back was pressed to the wall beside the door. Her hips were anchored against his, but he wedged his hands between their bodies to flick open the buttons of her shirt, one by one. The shirt fell open to reveal a flesh-colored lacy bra.

He slipped his hand inside her shirt to the silky skin beneath. When he cupped her breast in his hand, she broke her mouth free, gasping in obvious pleasure. She threw back her head. With her mouth parted and damp, her eyes half-closed, and her breath coming in rapid bursts, she was the very picture of eroticism. Sex personified. Arousal in pure human form.

Her tongue darted out to lick her top lip and his erection leapt in response, straining against the zipper of his jeans.

If she was this turned on by such a little harmless groping, he couldn’t imagine how she’d respond to all the things he wanted to do to her. He could almost imagine that the passion between them surprised her.

Then again, maybe it had. Just a few moments ago, she’d thought he didn’t like her. She’d thought he was avoiding her.

Instantly, two parts of him were at war. One part that wanted to strip her pants from her body, pull her panties down around her knees and plunge his fingers deep inside of her. He wanted to find her clitoris and stroke it until she was mindless with passion. He wanted to suck it into his mouth and drive her mad.

But the other part of him—the last few shreds of his logical mind—knew that this wasn’t the time. For any of that.

Ana was no cheap shot of…no, he stopped himself mid-thought. It felt wrong, somehow, to think of Ana in the same way he’d thought of Cara. They were too distinct. The comparison served neither of them well.

Ana was her own woman. Completely different from Cara. If Cara had been fine tequila, crafted, elegant and expensive, then Ana was…maybe the perfect margarita. A little salty, a whole lot of sweet and plenty of tart to balance it out. None of it hiding the drink’s powerful punch. All of the ingredients working in harmony to produce a whole that was nearly irresistible.

But still the fact that he would even think of both women in the same thought made him distinctly nervous. Cara had held his heart, his career, hell, his entire life in her hands. And look how long it had taken him to get over that. No way was he ready for that again.

Nevertheless, Ana deserved more than a quick coupling against the wall. She certainly deserved the truth.

He stepped away slowly, waiting until her feet were firmly back on the ground, before turning away and plowing a hand through his hair. Christ, how had he lost control so fast?

Squeezing his eyes shut, he finally admitted the truth. “I wasn’t avoiding you because I didn’t like you, I avoided you because of this.”

He looked back over his shoulder and took in the sight of her. She still stood with her back against the wall. Her