Seducing Eve (Guardians of Atlantis) by Michelle Miles Read Free Book Online Page B

against the muscles under her.
    “I will be,” he said.
    She didn’t want to move but she worried about the fire on the other side of the wall. She lifted her head and looked out. But the flames seemed to be dying.
    “The fire?”
    “The walls, ceiling and floor are fire retardant,” Lucian said. “The last thing Atlantis needs is a fire we can’t escape.”
    “Oh.” She put her head back on his chest. She liked this way too much. “What happened back there?”
    “I happened, that’s wh at.”
    Holding her against him, he sat up. She fit in his lap as though she’d always belonged there. As though she were made to fit there. Her legs circled his waist as she looked up at him in the dimness. In her leap and crash, she’d lost the flashlight. It had skittered across the floor and spun, stopping to point at a wall. The shaft of light splashed on the dingy wall back at them, illuminating his face in soft light.
    “I told you they wouldn’t stop looking for us,” he said.
    She didn’t want to hear it. She pressed her fingertips against his lips to shush him. Her heart did a funny flip in her chest at the touch. She watched as his gaze landed on her lips for a long lingering moment. She couldn’t help it. She licked her lips.
    She sat so close to him she c ould feel the jump of his heart. Her nipples hardened against the thin material of her bikini top. He pressed closer to her, aware of her reaction. Heat washed over her as her breasts brushed his chest. Her fingers slid from his lips to his face where she rested her palm along his roughened cheek.
    “Are we safe here?” She whispered it as though speaking louder would conjure the men searching for them.
    “For the moment. I killed them.” His gaze landed back on her lips.
    He was torturing her.
    “All of them?”
    “Yes but there will be more.”
    “How did you kill them?”
    “I have mad skills.”
    All she could think about was kissing him. Did he want to kiss her? Did it matter? She didn’t want to wait to find out. She pressed her body to his, her arms sliding around his neck, as she met his lips. Tenderly at first. Tentative. She was testing him to see if he’d play back.
    When his hot mouth met hers , it was with a voracious appetite as though he couldn’t wait to devour her. The kiss was as demanding as she imagined it would be coming from a man like him and she relished it. The pleasure of it sung through her veins. And then his tongue parted her lips with a soul-searching intensity. The heady sensation of it all sent her mind reeling. She couldn’t think clearly. She didn’t want to think clearly.
    When he pulled away, it left a hollowness inside her.
    “We can’t stay here,” he said.
    “Why not?” She still whispered.
    “Because we’re in the old incinerator. Where we used to burn trash… and other things.”
    “Ew.”
    He set her off his lap. She only spent a second on the floor before she jumped to her feet. She’d never felt so dirty in her life. She brushed away the dust—because she refused to believe it was anything else or she’d vomit—from her hands and picked up the flashlight.
    Her bare feet, though, still touched the floor and she could feel crumbles of…something crush between her toes. It made her stomach sour.
    “Lucian?”
    “Yes?”
    “I’m barefoot.”
    He looked her up and down as if seeing her for the first time and then reached for her. His arm wrapped around her slender waist like he did in the lab and he hoisted her into his arms.
    “We need to find you some suitable clothing, though I confess I do enjoy this get up of yours.”
    She was glad the darkness covered her blush.
    Lucian stepped through the grate and into the hallway. She could see where the fire bomb, or whatever it was he’d released, had scorched the walls, floor and ceiling. Thankfully there was no one lying in wait for them.
    “You can put me down out here,” she said.
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yes because I’m going to heal