Tempting Taine by Kate Silver Read Free Book Online Page B

time.”
    What had happened to the young Taine she had once known?   He would never have spoken to her this way, or insulted her with such a proposition.   “And is that how it always is with you now?” she asked bitterly.   “Hot sex with women you don’t even like, no strings attached?   You've changed, and not for the better.”
    His face was back to granite again.   “Love and lust are two very different emotions.   It pays not to get them confused.”
    He was treating her as if she were an easy pickup, and his for the asking.   She had never felt so disappointed or so disillusioned.   “Well, let me tell you, Taine Hunter, I’m not on your menu.”   Her mounting anger finally gave her the strength to move.   She grabbed her briefcase and unlocked the car door.   “Not now.   Not ever.”
    “Why not?”
    “I don’t like you, either, Taine Hunter,” she said, her hand once more on the door handle, ready for escape.   “And, unlike you, I don’t sleep with men I don’t like.”
    His arm snaked around the back of her head and pulled her close to him.   “So tell me you don’t want this.”   She had not been so close to him in years.   His touch put prickles up and down her spine, which she tried desperately to ignore.
    His mouth slanted over hers and he began to kiss her gently with long, lazy strokes of his mouth over hers.   She allowed her eyes to drift shut and let his touch take her back to the summer when she had been so very much in love and willing, even eager, to experience every pleasure she could with him.   She felt her heart start to pound in her breast as his kiss became more demanding, and his hand snaked under her sweater to cup one of her breasts.
    The feeling on his hand on her breasts brought her to herself with a start and she suddenly woke up to the fact she was sitting in a public car park with Taine, letting him fondle her breasts.   That way lay danger, for sure.   She snapped her eyes open and tried to push him away but he refused to go.  
    She wrenched her head away from his and wriggled as far back in the seat as she could, intent on escaping the danger of his touch.   “Don’t,” she begged, as he moved to caress her breast.   If he did not stop soon, she did not know if she could find the will ever to stop him.
    At the pleading in her tone, he raised his head and looked into her eyes.   “Tell me truthfully you don’t want me to kiss you and I will stop.”
    She tried to speak but her mouth could not, would not, form the words.   His touch ignited the flames that she had kept banked for ten long, lonely years.   With just one touch of his lips on hers, she wanted him as desperately as she had done ten long years ago.  
    She knew that she should speak up and put a stop to it, but she could not.   She knew that kissing him was an invitation to trouble.   His kisses had already brought her more heartache than she had thought possible to survive, o to invite more was worse than foolish.   It was bordering on criminal.   But still she could not lie to him and pretend that she no longer wanted him.
    He smiled triumphantly at her silence.   “You see,” he said, as he drew her close to him again.   “You don't have to love, or even like, someone to enjoy their kisses.”
    All the fight had gone out of her at the realization that, despite her disgust at the way he was treating her, he still had the power to make her blood grow hot.   All it took was a simple touch, and she wanted him so badly she could scarcely breathe.   She opened her mouth under his, welcoming his advance, shuddering with desire as he deepened their kiss.   She could not help herself, she was helpless to resist him.
    He cupped one breast in his hand again, undoing her shirt buttons and slipping his hand inside to touch her.   This time she did not object, but whimpered and pressed herself against him, the peaks of her breasts rubbing against him.  
    He was breathing hard