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Chapter Fourteen

This was not the same breathless kiss from the maze, where his lips had so softly grazed hers. This was heavy and hot and full of intention.

His mouth was hard against hers while his large, strong body created an unyielding support for her swiftly melting spine. One arm wrapped around her back, holding her secure while the tingling flames she’d tried to ignore burst into an overwhelming inferno.

With a soft grunt, he tightened his arm around her, lifting and shifting her until her hip settled on the grass in the space between his legs. She was twisted awkwardly against him, but she didn’t care. The position allowed her to feel the hard length of his thigh against her hip as her belly pressed to his groin and her breasts flattened against the wide surface of his chest. With the band of his arm around her back, she felt surrounded by him. Captured and claimed.

The sensation thrilled her.

Easing the pressure of his mouth just a bit, he shifted his hold again to bring a hand to the side of her throat—as he’d done in the maze. This time, his thumb pressed against the corner of her mouth—gently but with firm pressure—until her lips parted.

A low sound of triumph rolled through him as his tongue entered her mouth in a velvet thrust. Hot, wet, demanding.

Anne gasped and his tongue retreated. But she was ready when he thrust forward again to flick her tongue against his. Tasting him, learning the luscious feel of him. Soon they were engaged in a devilish dance, stroking and twisting and teasing. Already desperate for his taste, when he retreated once again, she readily followed to explore the warmth of his mouth.

My goodness! The taste of him. The heat. The rough, subtle encouragement as he urged her to go deeper. Taste more. Take more.

Her head spun and her body seemed weighted with some deep hunger she couldn’t begin to comprehend. But maybe he did. Because the kiss continued to deepen. The strokes of his tongue became more demanding. He wanted something from her, and whatever it was, she wanted it too.

She lifted her hand to curl it around the strong column of his neck. Her fingers threaded into the wavy locks at his nape and she reveled in the feel of his pulse against her palm. His skin was so warm. His body so virile and strong. She wanted to melt right into him.

As she shifted her weight, struggling to get closer, she felt an impossibly hard thickness against her low belly. Following her instinct, she pressed against it.

His answering groan was low and deep and seemed to roll through the achy hollowness inside her. She understood now what that hardness was, and instead of being shocked or frightened by the undeniable evidence of his lustful state, she felt empowered by it.

Sliding her tongue over the fullness of his lower lip, she twisted against him, trying to get even closer.

His large hand fell to her hip and he squeezed. Hard enough that she felt the pressure of each fingertip bruising the softness of her buttocks as his thumb pressed into her belly. Then he began to knead her flesh, molding her with an urgency that increased her own as he boldly rocked her hip against his hardened groin. The amazing intensity of his firm caress and the blatant evidence of his arousal triggered something inside her and a soft moan of surrender slid from her lips.

She didn’t know if it was the sound that stopped him or something else, but with a ragged groan, he eased his mouth from hers.

Anne’s breath was tight and her body heavy when she opened her eyes to see him staring at her with eyes of endless black.

They remained like that a moment. Still wrapped in each other but no longer kissing. Just staring and breathing heavily as everything inside her resorted and settled into new shapes and forms.

Then he gave her hip a short, possessive squeeze that ignited the most delicious sensations in her low belly before he smoothed his hand in a weighted caress up along her side until the heel of his hand rested firmly against the outer curve of her breast.