Joanna Davis - Knights In Shining Armor by Haven; Taken By The Soldier Read Free Book Online Page A

here."
                  "No."
                  "Do you want to be punished for disobedience?"
                  "I don't care."
                  He smiled at her sensuously.
                  "You don't?"
                  Her legs slammed into the bed.  She'd backed herself into a corner, right where he wanted her. She glanced down and gasped when she saw where she was, shimmying to the side.
                  "Are you sure?"
                  "Wha-what?"
                  He reached out and pulled her into his arms.
                  "Are you sure you don't care?"
                  Her eyes widened as he lowered his head to hers. He moaned as their lips met. She was stiff in his arms but he didn't let that dissuade him. The taste of her was intoxicating to him. He slanted his lips over hers hungrily, trying to nudge them apart. He lifted his head to gaze down at her.
                  "Hmmm… open your mouth sweeting."
                  She shook her head no, a panicked look in her eyes.
                  "I'm not going to hurt you love. Just let me kiss you."
                  Her mouth opened in a little circle of surprise and he lowered his head to hers again, slipping his tongue inside. He delved his tongue into her mouth again and again. She didn't react at first, just stood in his arms as if she were in shock. Perhaps she was. He'd never kissed her like this when they were courting. Those had been the chaste kisses of an inexperienced boy. But he couldn't stop- couldn't resist tasting her now that she was finally in his arms.
                  He pulled her against him so that her breasts crashed into his chest. He moaned at the contact. She felt so sweet and delicious. He told himself to slow down, to be gentle, but his body had other ideas.
                  She pushed against him suddenly, wrenching herself from his grasp. They stared at each other for a moment before she burst into tears.
                  "Don't cry sweeting."
                  She held her hands out in front of her and edged along the bed toward the fireplace. He watched her with the intensity of a bird of prey watching a mouse.
                  A delicious little mouse.
                  "Don't- ca- call me that!"
                  "Emeline-"
                  "Don't call me that either!"
                  He laughed.
                  "What am I supposed to call you sweeting?"
                  She  glared at him and then made a mad dash toward the door. He caught her easily, pulling her back into his arms. He lifted her and carried her to the chair in front of the fire. She didn't struggle as he sat and held her tenderly on his lap. He nuzzled her neck with tiny kisses while she cried.
                  "Come now, I didn't kill your silly goat."
                  She lifted her eyes to his, green eyes searching blue.
                  "You didn't?"
                  "No, I didn't. How could I when you clung to the damn thing like a mother?"
                  She giggled in startled relief. He grasped her chin and lifted it.
                  "No more tears now. That's a command."
                  She nodded, refusing to look at him. He was sure she was as surprised by the mercurial change in him as he was. This felt right though. His mind was working furiously, trying to figure out a way to tell her that he would be kind to her now. That he had been angry. His feelings toward her had changed the instant he saw the tapestry in her chamber.
                  He still didn't trust her, but knowing she had regretted leaving him had changed his attitude dramatically. She was a gloriously lovely treasure,