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She was full of bravado. Yet there was a tremor of fear in her voice, too. Caine immediately reacted to
it. It took extreme discipline, but he slowly moved away from her. His jaw was clenched tight and a fine sweat covered his brow. Her nipples rubbed against his chest when he moved. Caine groaned low in his throat. Her breasts were ready for him, even if the rest of her wasn't. Ready for him to take into his mouth, to kiss, to suck, to…
"Caine?"
He propped himself up on his elbows so he could see her expression. He immediately wished he hadn't bothered. Her intense frown was already making him angry again.
She was filled with the most conflicting emotions. She knew she should feel outraged, but the opposite was really the full truth. The dark hair on his chest, so crisp, so warm, tickled her breasts into responding. He was so warm all over, so exciting. And hard, she added to herself. The sleek bulge of muscle in his upper arms made her breath catch in her throat. She knew better than to let him know how much he was affecting her. Outrage, she remembered. I must be outraged, and frightened, too,
"Is this how you plan to protect me?" she asked, affecting just the right amount of fear in her voice.
"No, this isn't how I plan to protect you," he answered in a husky voice.
"Caine?"
"Yes?"
"You look like you want to kiss me. Do you?"
"Yes," he admitted. "I do."
She started shaking her head, but he stopped that action by cupping the sides of her face and holding her still.
"But you don't even like me much." Her voice was a breathless whisper. "You said so, remember? Have you changed your mind, then?"
He found himself smiling over the bewildered look on her face. "No," he answered, just to goad her temper.
"Then why would you want to kiss me?"
"I can't explain it," he said. "Perhaps it's because you're stark naked, and I can feel your soft skin beneath me. Perhaps…"
"Only once then."
He didn't understand what she meant, but the blush that covered her cheeks indicated her embarrassment. "Only once what, Jade?" he asked.
"You may kiss me, Caine," she explained. "But only once. Then you must get off me and leave my room."
"Jade? Do you want me to kiss you?"
His voice had turned so tender, she felt as though he'd just caressed her. She stared at his mouth, wondering what it would feel like to be properly kissed by him. Would his mouth be as hard as the rest
of him?
Curiosity overruled caution. "Yes," she whispered. "I do want you to kiss me, Caine."
The kiss was one of absolute possession. His mouth was hard, demanding. His tongue thrust inside and rubbed against hers. She had no idea that men kissed women in such a manner, yet found she liked the stroke of his tongue very much. It was thoroughly arousing. Only when her tongue timidly imitated his bold action did he gentle the kiss. It was shameful the way he used his tongue in the erotic mating ritual, but she didn't care. She could feel his hard arousal against the junction of her thighs. He pushed against her each time his tongue slid deep into her mouth. A slow heat began to burn inside her belly.
She couldn't seem to stop touching him. His mouth made her wild. His tongue slid in and out, again and again, until she was shivering for more. Caine had wrapped her hair around his fist to hold her still, but that action wasn't really necessary. She was clinging to him now.
It was time to stop. Caine knew he was at risk of losing all control. Jade tried to bring him back to her
by digging her nails into his shoulders. Caine resisted the unspoken invitation. He stared down into her eyes a long minute. He liked what he saw there, didn't even try to hide his grin of male satisfaction.
"You taste like sugar and honey."
"I do?"
He brushed his mouth over hers once again. "Oh, yes, you do," he said. "Brandy too."
She moved restlessly against him. "Don't push your hips up like that," he ordered. His jaw was clenched tight against the innocent provocation.
"Caine?"
"Yes?"
"Only twice," she whispered. "All right?"
He understood. She was giving him permission to kiss her again. He couldn't resist. He kissed her again,
a long, hard, wet, tongue-thrusting kiss, and when he next looked into her eyes, he was thoroughly pleased. She looked completely dazed. He'd done that to her, he knew. The passion inside her more
than matched his own.
"Caine?"
"No more, Jade," he growled.
"You didn't like it?" she asked, her worry obvious in her gaze.
"I liked it all right," he replied.
"Then why…"
Her hands were caressing his shoulders and it was becoming an agony to maintain his discipline. "I can't promise you I'll stop if I kiss you again, Jade. Are you willing to take the risk?"
Before she could answer him, he started to ease away from her. "That wasn't a fair question to ask in your present state."
The passion began to clear her mind. "What present state?"
He let out a deep sigh. "I think I'm going to make love to you eventually, Jade," he whispered. "But you'll make the decision before passion clouds your mind." His expression darkened when she started struggling against him. The movement reminded him of her soft breasts waiting for his touch. "If you don't quit wiggling against me like that," he grated out. "I swear it's going to happen now. I'm not made of iron, sweet."
She went completely still.
Though he was reluctant to leave her, he even assisted her in putting her nightgown back on. He refused to let her have her dagger back, even when she fervently promised him she wouldn't try to use it on him again.
"I was sound asleep," she reasoned. "And you were sneaking up on me like a thief. I had to protect myself."
Caine took hold of her hand and dragged her toward his bedroom. "You were having a nightmare,
weren't you?"
"I might have been," she replied. "I don't remember now. Why are you tugging at me?"
"You're going to sleep with me. Then you won't have to worry about anyone sneaking up on you."
"Out of the boat and into the ocean, is that it?" she asked. "I really believe I'm much safer on my own, thank you."
"Can't trust yourself to keep your hands off me?" he asked.
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