corner of his mouth. “As opposed to on the porch.”
When he smiled, she wanted to run
her tongue over his bottom lip until he moaned. Bad libido .
“I’m not ready for bed,” she said
and placed her hand on his chest.
He looked shocked—and that
made her giggle. And move closer. She could feel the hard pounding of his heart
trapped beneath her palm. “A man with your kind of reputation shouldn’t be so
easy to shock. I’m disappointed.”
“Can’t have that,” he drawled.
Bracing one hand against the doorframe, he snaked the other hand around her
waist and drew her towards him.
###
Rio tightened his arm around Gia’s
waist and swung her into the shadows. They weren’t entirely alone—no one
ever was at base camp—but darkness created an illusion of privacy.
Arousal
or tequila had pink flushing her cheekbones, and when she shifted her head, her
chopped-off hair brushed the line of her jaw the way he wanted to.
“I’m
kissing you now,” he warned. To hell with what he should or shouldn’t do. This
was just a kiss and one kiss couldn’t possibly hurt.
And
he was the king of rationalization.
“It’s
about time.” She grinned and leaned back against the cabin.
He
wanted her leaning into him, wanted her begging for more, so he gently thumbed
the blouse away from the smooth skin of her shoulder. The soft fabric snagged
on his calloused fingers then fell away. Hell
yeah. He cupped her tanned shoulders and pulled her towards him, done
waiting.
She
deserved sweet, but he didn’t give it to her. No, he pulled her right up
against him and wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her there. The move
pressed her breasts against his shirt and, even through the layers of clothing
separating them, he could feel her.
Her nipples were hard. That was the
one coherent thought left in his brain as he covered her mouth with his. She
wanted him. And he could take advantage of that. He brushed his lips over hers,
capturing her small gasp.
“See?” He whispered the question
against the corner of her mouth. “Kissing.”
Her response was half-sigh,
half-gasp, which he decided was all permission. He threaded a hand through her
hair, tilting her head back. And kissed her. A raw, hot, possessive kiss. He
thrust his tongue into her mouth, familiarizing himself with the taste of her.
He kissed her thoroughly, leaving nowhere untouched, and she moaned, opening
wider, letting him take her mouth so completely, he wasn’t sure where he ended
and she began. His own heated response shouldn’t have been a
surprise—hell, he’d started this and had the hard-on to prove
it—but at some point their kiss stopped being an exercise in sensual dominance
and became something more . Something
he had no intention of stopping because, Christ, Gia Jackson could kiss.
###
Rio lifted his head and she wanted
to groan in protest. To draw him back to her, but he had that look on his face. The one that said he wanted to do some more
talking instead of more kissing.
“I don’t play nice in bed.” His
eyes didn’t move from her face as he warned her, and yet she felt undressed. Naked .
“Maybe
I don’t mind.” Leaning forward, she curled her fingers around his right arm. He
had powerful biceps, probably from all that sailing he did. In fact, there was
nothing soft about him, just a strangely attractive masculine power leashed
beneath the skin. He could do whatever he wanted and she wouldn’t be able to
stop him. That should have scared the piss out of her because she wasn’t ready
for his kind of sexual games. But this was Rio. When push came to shove, he’d
always do the right thing—and doing the right thing meant not hurting
her. She believed that with everything she had.
“You
should.” One hand braced against
her door, he leaned into her. Now even going forward wasn’t an option. She was
going to stay put until he let her go. “You should turn around, go
inside