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Book Title: LADY OF SEDUCTION
“Caroline, you were surely sent here to drive me to madness,” Grant groaned.
“Then we are both mad.” Caroline rested her forehead on the curve where his neck met his shoulder. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply of his clean, spicy-dark scent, drawing it down into herself. A bittersweet longing swept over her, overwhelming. She longed for him, and also for something deep and desperate she couldn’t quite grasp. Yet she sensed it was something of vital importance.
She curled her fingers into the front of his shirt and kissed the pulse that beat at the base of his throat. She parted her lips and spread a line of kisses along his throat, his jawline, the spot just below his ear. His skin was hot and smooth, and the slight roughness of his whiskers abraded her lips.
She tore open the lacings of his shirt and at last touched his naked chest. How had she gone without this for so long?
She pressed her mouth to that heartbeat and felt the rhythm of it on her lips. She traced her tongue around his flat, hard nipple and reveled in the moan of his response. He wanted her too, she knew that. She wasn’t alone in this madness.
His fingers twined in her hair and pressed her against him. “Caroline,” he said, and his voice sounded rough and desperate, the fine English accent and cool distance gone. “I tried to fight against this, whatever this is between us…”
“I know,” she whispered. “Oh, I do know!”
“I’ve never known a woman like you,” he said. “It’s as if, when I’m with you, I see only you, as if you’ve cast a spell over me, over this whole island.”
Caroline looped her arms around his neck and stretched on tiptoe until her body was pressed flush to his, hip to hip, breast to hard chest. “You are the sorcerer, I fear.” He was sent to beguile her away from her purpose, to trap her in this heated pleasure until she could see nothing else. She didn’t want to see anything else. If this was to be her downfall then she welcomed it.
For tonight anyway. Tonight was part of the spell, and tomorrow was very far away.
His hands closed hard on her waist, and he bent his head to capture her lips in a hard, hungry kiss. She opened her mouth to him in eager welcome, and his tongue touched and twined with hers. He tasted of wine, and of that darkness she craved so much.
His kiss was full of desperation, and it made her desperate too, made her fall deeper and deeper into the humid, hot abyss of longing. She needed him, she needed to be closer and closer to him until she could no longer tell where she ended and he began.