Page 12 of Taming a Heartbreaker

At present, her veins were the least of her worries. This kiss was making it hard for her to think...at least logically. All she could concentrate on was his delicious, all-consuming taste. And it was sweet. The sweetest flavor she’d ever consumed. However, she couldn’t say it had anything to do with sugar. It had everything to do with the man himself.

He tightened his arms around her as his mouth continued to devour hers in a way she wasn’t used to. Everything about Redford was seductive and intense. Just the thought that she was the one he’d wished for, the one he wanted to make his, had her falling in love with him even more.

Something else was increasing as well. Need. And it was creating a sexual longing within her, making her think things, do things and want things. Her brain, which she could usually count on to be logical, dependable and reliable, was letting her down in the most salacious way.

Without breaking contact with her mouth, he stood, drawing her up off the sofa in a pair of strong, powerful arms. That’s when she felt him. He was aroused. Totally and fully. He wanted her. A man’s erection couldn’t lie. She’d felt an aroused male body pressed against her before, but at the time she’d known it was a waste of time and effort on the guy’s part.

Why wasn’t she thinking that way now? Instead, she wanted to do something that she’d never done before in her life—touch it. How illogical was that? But at that moment, under the onslaught of his tongue, logic was being tossed out the window and getting rained on.

Lightning crackled the sky, followed by a boom of thunder that shook the earth. As far as Carmen was concerned, neither could compare to the tempestuous desire that was taking her over.

Redford suddenly broke off with a half-strangled moan. The lamp light behind him flickered when thunder and lightning fought for dominance of the storm outside. Inside, there should be another fight going on, but there wasn’t one. How could she fight this? Feelings and sensations so new and unique, they had her craving them instead of rebuffing them.

“I think we have on too many clothes, Carmen.”

Redford’s words should have knocked some sense into her. Instead, she felt the erection pressing against her middle get harder. It was as if that part of him was calling out to her. Pleading for release from its confinement. Was that why she agreed they had on too many clothes?

Expelling a breath, not of frustration but of need, she tipped her head back to stare up at him. This was the man she loved, had loved from the moment she’d laid eyes on him. And tonight, after two years of avoiding her, he had admitted to wishing for her on a star and saying he wanted to make her his. No man had ever said such a thing to her. She believed deep in her heart that he had meant it; his words hadn’t been just a line. It had taken two years for him to finally accept her place in his life.

“What are you thinking, Carmen?”

His voice was low, husky and unmistakably masculine. It was a voice that would not only get a woman’s full attention but also send sensuous shivers through her body. Maybe she should tell him what she was thinking. Specifically, how happy she was that he’d come around. But the need that had been building inside her had reached its peak. They would talk about their future later.

“I was thinking that you’re right, and we do have too many clothes on, Redford. How do you think we should remedy that?”

The smile that touched his lips sent even more shivers rushing through her. The man wasn’t just sexuality on legs, he was that all over, especially in his smile. “Trust me. I have plenty of ideas.”

Redford leaned down and took her mouth again in a very demanding, deeply hungry kiss. He even gripped his fingers in her hair to hold her mouth in place while he plundered it.

Energy crackled in the air. Not from the storm outside but from the one raging inside. She placed her arms around his neck. His kiss was raw, inflamed and unapologetic. When he exerted even more provocative pressure on her mouth, she got weak in the knees.

His hands were at her back, hunting for the zipper to her dress. When he found it, he eased it down the length of her spine. Sliding his hands inside the opening, he gently stroked her back. The feel of his hands on her skin had desire lacerating her insides. Never before had she felt such primal want for a man. Now she fully understood why. He was meant to be hers like she was meant to be his.

Suddenly he broke off the kiss and she went to work on removing his shirt, trying not to pop any buttons in her haste. He must have felt her urgency because he began helping her. Easing the shirt from his shoulders, she ran her hands over his muscular upper torso, using her index finger to sign her name onto his skin.

Then she felt compelled to do something she’d never done before—she leaned in and kissed his chest. A chest she now thought of as hers. One kiss wouldn’t do. She planted them nearly everywhere on his broad chest, determined not to miss a single spot.

Suddenly, he tipped her chin up to meet his gaze. The look in the dark depths of his eyes was filled with a degree of need that stunned her. “I think we should finish this in the bedroom. What do you think?” he asked.

At that moment, she couldn’t think. All she could do was feel the need to be with him, to seal a commitment, to begin their relationship in the most elemental way. Later tonight they would talk about their future. The thought made her happy. Deliriously so. Smiling up at him, she said, “I think you are right.”

Chapter Six

Redford swept Carmen into his arms, barely able to hold it together. It had to be the stormy weather sending them both over the edge. Also, for him it was her beauty and her scent. Just knowing that in mere minutes, he would take her sexy dress completely off had him quickly moving to the bedroom. The anticipation was killing him. He had one intent only and that was to make her his.

His...?

He nearly stumbled at that thought, but quickly recovered when he mentally clarified what he meant. She would be his only for tonight. One and done. That was the only thing he could mean because he considered no woman his.

The moment he reached her bed, he stood her beside it and quickly dispensed of her dress. His breath caught in his throat when he saw her. He had figured she wasn’t wearing a bra, but the sheer, barely-there scrap of satin covering her femininity enticed more than it shielded.

His tongue felt thick in his mouth just imagining her taste. If it was anything like the deliciousness he’d discovered in her mouth then he was in deep trouble.

Lowering to his knees, he slowly slid the pair of thong panties down her gorgeous legs, while inhaling her arousing scent. When she stepped out of them, he tossed them aside and leaned back as his gaze trailed over her entire body, not missing anything.

“Now it’s my turn to remove the rest of your clothes, Redford.”

“Not yet.”

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