[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

She dropped her eyes demurely.  A gentleman wouldn t ask.
 Who says I m a gentleman?
 You re the big protector.
Heddam was starting to think he needed protecting from the agile mind of this
particular wench, but he was enjoying the sparring too much to stop now even if
she did manage to fluster him, something no one else had ever managed to do.
 And as the big protector, I need to know what I m protecting.
57
 Nice try.
 Are you?
 That s for me to know and you to find out.
It was a simple matter for Heddam to straighten and lean forward, his hands
resting on the barrel each side of Tasi s thighs. Her eyes widened as he looked her
directly in the eye and queried softly,   Tis an invite, lass?
Now  twas her turn to be flustered. Heddam took a perverse enjoyment from
seeing a blush climb those pale cheeks and her brown eyes widen. His gaze
travelled leisurely across her fine features, stopping briefly on those plump, pink
lips that just begged to be kissed. Lifting his gaze, he looked her right in the eyes.
 I could find out for myself, little wench, if you re a virgin or not.
 I just... I didn t... She took a deep, fortifying breath and told him almost
primly,  It wasn t an invitation, no.
He smiled lazily and moved forward a little more.  Have you ever been kissed,
lass?
 Of course.
 By a Daamen?
 What? He knew she was getting even more flustered, especially when one of
her hands came to rest on his chest and exerted just a little pressure in a silent
gesture of pushing him away.  No. And I don t want to.
 How do you know? Heddam knew he wanted to kiss her. He d wanted to
since he d touched his mouth to her warm throat in the tavern. He moved even
closer until her breath from those deliciously parted lips was warm against his
own.  You might like it.
 I m sure I wouldn t. Her heel was thumping a rapid tattoo against the barrel.
 Heddam, what are you doing? No. No, Heddam, I m warning you 
He stopped the words by the simple pressing of his lips softly to hers.
It was magic. A soft press of sensitive skin to sensitive skin that evoked so much
heat between them that Heddam forgot everything else instantly.
58
Lifting his hand, he slid his fingers into the hair at the back of her head, feeling
the silky tresses against his skin. He held her head still as he angled his own head,
fitting his mouth securely to hers, moulding their lips together until there was
nothing but mouth to mouth, her taste filling him before he d even begun sipping
from her honeyed depths.
She tasted like sugar and spice all rolled into one. She exploded into him in a
rush of heat and fragrance and taste, and he swiftly slid an arm about her waist and
jerked her up against him so that they were chest to breast.
He felt a warmth and saw the glitter of her kyrat. He half expected sparks to arc
from it, the glitter was so beautiful. Desire glowing?
The heat surging through him roiled into a hot flow when she kissed him back,
her tongue tracing across his lips in a teasing slide. Her hands were under his vest,
fingers sliding along his spine, one hand going up, the other stars above. The
other hand had just slid beneath the waistband of his pants, the tips of her fingers
brushing the beginnings of the crease between his buttocks.
Automatically he drew his hand from her waist to her breast, running his palm
under her jacket to unerringly cup one full breast. Even through the shirt and her
support garment, he could feel a little nipple budding almost aggressively to snug
into his palm as though pleading for him to strip the confinement of clothes away
and bare it to his hot touch and even hotter mouth.
Need rushed through him, searing through every nerve ending. He ate her
mouth, feasting on her taste. His manhood hardened, pushing aggressively at the
confinement of his pants.
Heddam wanted her. Now.
 We re landing in five minutes. The crackle of the communications system was
an unwelcome interruption.
Startled, Tasi broke the contact of their lips first, removing her arms from [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]