Remember Me (Storm Lords Book 1) by Nina Croft Read Free Book Online Page A

she stood impassive in his arms, her wh ole body yearning for him, her eyes roaming over his fierce beauty.
    In her mind, she had a sudden image of that long, hard body on her, in her. The thought tightened her nipples, drenched her sex. She wanted to feel that more than anything in her life. As she swayed toward him, his eyes gleamed with a savage satisfaction, his fingers tightened on her upper arms, and he dragged her to him.
    Her hands splayed on his chest, and beneath the silk she felt hard muscle, the rapid thud of his heart. All thoughts lef t her head as he leaned down and took her mouth with his.
    She lost herself in his kiss. His palms glided down over the length of her back to cup her ass and pull her harder into him so his arousal pressed against her belly. It wasn’t enough, and his finger s dug into her upped arms. He lifted her slightly, backed her up against the cool glass of the window, and held her there with the strength of his rock hard body. His hands slid from her ass to her thighs, shifting her so his erection pushed at the core of her body and her insides turned molten. She rubbed herself against him, wrapping her legs around him, while her hands tangled in his hair, holding him. She was close—so close—the pleasure building inside her.
    Cade kissed her mouth, her cheek, her eyes…sma ll biting kisses, as though he wanted to devour her.
    “Eleni…”
    He whispered the name through the kisses. Phoebe went instantly still as the word broke through the fog of desire engulfing her, dousing her in a deluge of icy cold.
    Her hands moved to his shoul ders, and she pushed him away. For a moment, his grip tightened, then he loosened his hold, lowering her so she stood on her own feet again.
    Pulling free of him, she took a shaky step forward, and another. Coming up against the desk, she put out a hand to the cool steel to steady herself, trying to clear her brain of the haze of lust and desire.
    Eleni.
    The name from her dream. And now, as her brain slowly began to function again, she remembered where she had heard it before. Cade had spoken it in the compou nd in Afghanistan, just before the world had exploded.
    She glanced at him. He was watching her, his expression wary, though his dark eyes still glowed with residual desire. Regret nudged at her mind, but she forced it down. She needed to understand what wa s happening here. “Who’s Eleni?”
    He didn’t answer the question. Instead, he crossed the room and poured them both a whisky, placing the glasses on the coffee table before sinking onto the sofa.
    “Sit down,” he said.
    She gritted her teeth. “I don’t want to s it down. I want to know who Eleni is.”
    “Sit down, and I’ll tell you.” When she didn’t move he continued, a faint thread of impatience lacing his voice. “Sit down, Phoebe. I won’t touch you again…unless you want me to.”
    The strange thing was she believed hi m. Trouble was, while she might trust Cade, she wasn’t so sure she trusted herself. Desire still burned in her blood, and it scared her. She’d never responded to anyone so hard and so fast. Always in the past, she had kept a small part of herself aloof.
    Sh e inched around and perched on the edge of the sofa as far from him as she could and clasped her hands on her lap.
    “So…” she said when he didn’t speak.
    “Eleni was my wife.”
    A cold hard lump settled in her stomach. “You’re married?”
    “I said ‘was.’ Eleni is dead. She died a long time ago.”
    Phoebe scanned her brain for all that she had learned of Cade during her research. She had never once come across any reference to a wife. And why the hell would he call her by his wife’s name? She forced down her irritatio n; the poor woman was dead.
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were ever married.”
    He shrugged. “I’m a private person, and I like to keep my personal life out of the media. And as I said—it was a long time ago.” He picked up his drink, swallowed the