Page 28 of Planned Seduction
“Or it could also make us stronger.” Hell, fucking her would be the best thing that could happen to them. It would be fun, it would be hot, and it would leave them both so gratified, neither would be able to walk for a week.
“I’ve given this a lot of thought. It’s the right decision.”
“For whom?”
“For both of us.”
Daniel started to argue, but she cut him off. “Look, let’s leave it at that. I’ve said what I need to.” The look on her face told him she was not open to negotiation.
“What about what I have to say?” Even as he asked, he knew he had to stop arguing. She needed time. She was barely over Simon. Throwing himself at her feet now would scare the crap out of her.
“Can you please not say it?”
Daniel nodded slowly. “All right. We’ll play it your way.” Because he couldn’t help it, he added, “For now.”
The look she shot at him was deadly.
They were quiet for a few minutes, the air between them tense. Then she touched his arm. “Thank you. For not pushing the issue.”
He shrugged and looked around. It was almost dark. “Come on. I’ll walk you home.”
Together they set off for her flat, which was a couple of blocks from the beach. They walked in silence, neither saying anything until they reached her unit.
“Danny”—she closed the front door behind them and looked into his eyes—“I know I’m being unfair. But life without you would be too horrible to consider. I don’t ever want to have to.”
“I understand.” One of the reasons he needed to move slowly was for fear of losing her. If she ran from him now, he’d curse his hastiness until the day he died. “But you need to know what you’re rejecting if you insist on keeping things platonic.”
He watched her mind working, could almost see her brace for whatever he might say, determined to contradict his argument with a brilliant defense strategy of her own.
So he never said a word. In a whirl of motion, he wound his arm around her neck, pulled her close, and kissed her.
He expected her to resist, to fight him off, but she didn’t. Maybe she was too stunned. Maybe she didn’t want to. Whatever the case, her lips accepted his immediately and parted to give his tongue access to her mouth. Its velvety warmth seared him and played havoc with his libido. He’d been semi-hard since watching her at the beach. Now even her slightest movement played havoc with his self-restraint.
Her nipples beaded against his chest, and he pressed against them. A moan escaped her as she deepened the kiss.
Damn, the woman could kiss.
His toes curled, and his balls grew heavy.
Slowly but deliberately, he withdrew his tongue from the silky confines of her mouth and continued to hold her while he rubbed his chest against her soft breasts and tight buds.
“Give me five minutes of your time, Morgan. Five minutes, and I promise I’ll get out of your hair.” He nibbled her chin and jawline.
A soft sigh of indecision escaped. “This is a very, very bad idea.”
“Five minutes. That’s all. What can happen?”
Still she looked uncertain. He nipped at her earlobe, and she shivered. He made a mental note to give her earlobe a lot more attention in the future. “Five minutes.”
Again, she hesitated, so he nibbled her lobe.
“Okay. But that’s all. No more.”
He kissed her again. Only it wasn’t her lips his mouth ravaged now. It was her breasts. Pausing only to push her shirt up, he dipped his head and covered her white lace–clad nipple with his lips. Taking the bud in his mouth, he sucked.
The lace scraped her nipple under his assault, so he soothed it with his wet tongue, hoping the combination of sensations would drive her as insane as it was driving him.
It did. Amy shuddered and moaned his name.
