Page 45 of Revelations of A Secret Princess

CHAPTER TEN

ATHUNDERBOLTSHEAREDthrough Jake, cementing his feet to the floor. His body rocked, hands clasping her tight.

As if he feared she’d step back?

Impossible.

She was a liar, a cheat. He couldn’t trust a word that came out of that beautiful deceitful mouth.

Yet as Caro’s lips sealed his and her soft breasts pushed against him something shuddered through him that wasn’t abhorrence or repudiation.

Desire. Hunger.

Need.

A need so powerful it made a mockery of the diatribe that he’d spewed out. Even her resemblance to his faithless mother, abandoning her children because they didn’t fit her chosen lifestyle, faded into the background.

In his arms he held fire and feminine passion. A desperation that matched his. She tunnelled her free hand through the hair at the back of his scalp, pulling his face down as she kissed him with an urgency that sent every sense throbbing into overload.

Already clinging to the borderline of control, Jake opened to her kiss, letting her tongue slip between his lips. He reciprocated, devouring her mouth with a thoroughness that spoke of this woman’s seductive allure as much as his own recent celibacy.

Somehow this physical attraction survived disillusionment. Incredibly, it wasn’t eclipsed by negative feelings. Fury and desire coalesced into something headier, stronger, hotter than he’d ever experienced.

He wanted to despise himself, wanted to wrench away from her pliant body and the addictive sweetness of her mouth. Yet he couldn’t.

She gave a mew of satisfaction that coiled through his vitals. He realised he’d bent her back over his arm, kissing her the way he’d like to take her body, with a single-minded carnality that already had him fully erect.

Jake tried to gather the ragged remains of his self-control. This was the second time she’d kissed him, each time trying to play him for a sucker.

Yet even that knowledge couldn’t quell his need. It was bone-deep, undeniable and, it seemed, unquenchable.

The only way out was to make her pull back.

He covered her breast, warm and thrusting towards him. His grasp tightened and he heard again that encouraging purr in the back of her throat.

Jake told himself he was spurred by the need to make Caro retreat. He hooked his fingers into the top of the strapless dress and yanked. Impossibly soft flesh pillowed the backs of his fingers. He yanked again and the purple dress came down just enough to reveal a creamy, raspberry-tipped breast, not large but an exact fit for his hand.

Jake’s erection throbbed as he covered her with his hand. Instantly an electric current zapped up his arm, lifting the hairs on his nape before shooting down, straight to his groin.

Caro watched him beneath drowsy eyelids. But there was nothing passive about that purple-blue stare. Jake felt the air freeze in his lungs as their gazes meshed.

Deliberately, driven by a compulsion he couldn’t resist, he bent, kissing her nipple then drawing it into his mouth.

The assault on his senses was instantaneous. The delicious taste of her. The flood of rich, feminine scent, delicate yet sensuous in his nostrils. The incredible surge of arousal.

Far from repudiating him, Caro arched higher, lifting her pelvis to bring her lower body flush against him, cushioning his erection against soft flesh.

Fumbling, Jake hauled down more material, exposing her other breast. He worked it with his hand, the other with his mouth, and the sound of Caro’s faltering cry of pleasure drove him to more lavish caresses.

His groin was iron hard, forged and furnace hot.

For an instant, no more, he retained enough sense to hesitate, then caution shattered and he gave up the fight.

He wanted Caro so desperately his hands shook. The taste of her drove him wild. The sound of her panting, the hitch of her breath when he suckled harder, were pure encouragement.

So aroused it hurt to move, he straightened, pulling her upright and ignoring her pout of disappointment. With kiss-swollen lips and bare breasts pushed up towards him by the dislodged bodice, she looked like some raunchy male fantasy come to life. The contrast of all that exquisite bare flesh with the prim tiara still nestled in her bright hair made him feel as if he were debauching Cinderella.

Except those eyes, that mouth, held erotic awareness.

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