“Fisher,” she breathed against his lips, desperately wanting him to experience what she was experiencing. To admit that what they shared was so much more than passion.
Couldn’t he feel how special it was between them? Couldn’t he feel how much her heart ached for him and the tenderness he showed her?
“Lord, you’re sexy,” he growled.
She should’ve been flattered. But that wasn’t the declaration she was after. Those weren’t the three little words she so longed to hear.
The hand that’d been splayed against her back slid down to cup her ass. He used the other to grip the back of her knee and bend her leg up until the part of her that was hot and needy pressed tight against the part of him that was hard and ready.
Her arms went around his neck and she was lost to the sensation of his lips and tongue, to the ferocious desperation that gripped her body, to the carnal way he rubbed against her.
After twirling her around so he could lay her down on the bed, his hips found the welcoming space between her legs. Despite their clothing separating them, she gloried in the feel of him nestled tight against the part of her that needed him the most. Gloried in the feel of his weight pressing her down into the mattress. Gloried in locking her heels together behind his ass to aid him in his movements.
Unfortunately, the moment she settled into the age-old rhythm of bump and grind, the quiet voice that lived in the back of her head began screaming a warning.
Too far! Too fast!
This was more than a kiss. And if she let it continue, there was only one place it would end.
She didn’t want to sleep with him.
Well…she did. She’d wanted to sleep with him pretty much since the moment she’d laid eyes on him. But that hadn’t been what she’d asked for.
She’d asked for a kiss. A taste. A brief glimpse of what might have been had she been the kind of woman who could make love to the man who’d stolen her heart without the act simultaneously breaking the fragile organ wide open. Or had he been the kind of man willing to offer more than just his body.
Stop him!the voice screamed.Stop this!
Before she could take heed, however, Fisher released her mouth to leave a trail of warm, wet kisses down her jaw. The instant he wrapped his talented mouth around the pulse-point on her neck, sucking rhythmically to the beat of her own heart, she lost touch with each and every one of her reservations.
All her internal warnings faded away as she gave in to the undeniablephysicalitythat was Fisher Wakefield in seduction mode. He was so hot she wondered how the bedsheets didn’t burst into flames. So skilled she understood the dreamy expressions on the faces of the women who’d been lucky enough to share his bed.
It was that last thought that had reality and all its harshness crashing back in.
“Fish.” She threaded her fingers into his hair. The strands were silky and cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of his scalp.
“Mmm,” he hummed against her throat, laving her pulse point with his tongue before catching her earlobe between his teeth and sucking the delicate skin so gently her eyes crossed and she considered throwing caution to the wind and simply allowing him to make love to her even though it would undoubtedly prove to be her ultimate undoing.
No! Stop this right now!the voice of reason demanded.
“Fisher.” This time her tone was forceful. She fisted her hands in his hair and pulled his mouth away from her.
“Yes, darlin’?” The smile he gave her was as sweet as angels, but his eyes were the devil’s own when his gaze fell to her kiss-swollen lips. “What can I do for ya?”
“We have to—” It sounded like someone had shoved a wad of uncooked sourdough down her throat. She had to swallow and try again. “We have to stop.”
“We do?” One thick eyebrow winged up his forehead. “Why?” Concern suddenly clouded his eyes. “Is it your head?”
It’s my heart!she wanted to scream.
“I asked you to kiss me.” He was still positioned perfectly between her legs, still moving subtly and creating a mind-melting friction. “I asked you to help me forget for just a moment. And you’ve done that.”
His hips stopped their delicious movement. Even though it was for the best, she wanted to cry out with disappointment.
His expression turned broody in the low glow of the bedside lamp. But his tone was neutral when he said, “Ya sure that’sallya want?”
No! I want everything! All of you! All the things you’ve sworn you can never give me!
Aloud, she admitted, “Like I said, I won’t be just another notch on your bedpost. And you won’t consider letting me be anything else. So we’re at an impasse.”
