Page 14 of Beyond the Temptation: Vol 2

“Then we’ll have to make it,” I say.

“If we don’t”—he trails his finger over my shoulder—“I need to know what it feels like to kiss you, Susanna. Just once.”

My chest tightens at his words. But it’s a good tightening, one of anticipation of something glorious. My cheeks warm, and I look down at the bed to keep him from seeing how flustered I am.

He brings a finger under my chin, tips it up, and slowly brings his lips to mine.

And fireworks erupt inside my soul.

The kiss is sweet and simple at first, but it slowly intensifies. I part my lips, and when his velvety tongue touches mine, I lean into the kiss, melting. My nipples are hard, and I desperately want this man.

This man who—mere days ago—was my captor, a stranger to me, a man bent on harming me.

But now…

Now he’s the man who never saw me as broken, who is about to save me.

He’s a man I could love.

A man I do love.

I break away, our lips parting. “Heath.”

“Yes?”

“Make love to me. We need more than a kiss. If our lives as we know them end tonight, I want to know what you feel like inside me.”

“Damn, Susanna.” His lips meet mine again.

This time the kiss is more raw, more passionate. It’s a kiss of need, of yearning. A kiss that says we live for now, so let’s make the most of it.

As we kiss, he slides his hand underneath my tank top, pushing it up over my breasts.

Electricity shoots through me when he gently thumbs my nipple.

For so long, my nipples have yearned for his touch. Since the first time I saw the kindness in his eyes.

I break the kiss again, quickly removing my tank top.

“Take off your clothes,” I say. “I want to see you, Heath. Truly see you the way you’ve seen me.”

He stands and pulls his long-sleeved black T-shirt over his head.

I gape at his muscled chest, the scattering of black hair over his pecs, his tanned washboard abs.

I’m going to touch them. I’m going to touch every bit of him tonight because it may be the only time we have.

He kicks off his shoes, removes his socks, and then slides the black pants and black underwear over slim hips, revealing muscled thighs, shapely calves.

And a giant cock that springs out from a beautiful black bush.

A soft sigh escapes my parched throat. “Gorgeous,” I say.

“No more gorgeous than you are.” He leans over me and cups my cheek. “From the first time I saw you, Susanna—that dark hair, those warm brown eyes, those full pink lips—I wanted you. I couldn’t bear the thought of what I had to do to you. I think I fell in love with you that first day.”

“Love?” I gulp out.

“Love, Susanna. I don’t expect you to feel the same for me, not after what I’ve done to you. But in time…”

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