Page 4 of Relentless Surrender

Sage refused to take the bait. She tried shifting her hips and shoulders to dislodge Conner’s grip, the move only seemed to arouse him more. She raised shocked eyes to his amused ones.

“Don’t look at me,” he laughed. “You’re the one rubbing up against me.”

“I…I…,” Sage was at a complete loss for words for the first time in her life. Her cheeks flamed a bright pink as she became even more aware of their situation. The heat from his naked chest caused her nipples to erect. Judging by his knowing smirk, he could feel their hard outline pushing across his skin.

Conner rubbed her bottom lip with the tip of his finger. “Any thoughts on how you want to thank me for saving you?”

All his earlier good intentions fled the moment he felt the warmth of her body against his own. The moment he smelled the sugared orange scent of her skin as he whispered into her ear. The moment he felt her pulse race, heard her breath catch and watched her pupils dilate at his closeness. She could protest all she wanted. Her body told him all he needed to know.

“Saving me?” she asked, incredulous. “I had the situation perfectly in hand before you barged in. Thank you very much, Mr…. Mr….”

“It’s Conner,” he offered.

“Mr. Conner,” she stated primly, despite her lascivious pose draped across his front.

“Just Conner. Sage”

She didn’t like how her name sounded more like a promise than a name coming from his lips.

“Please release me, Just Conner,” she smirked knowingly.

“No,” he stated bluntly.

“No?” she spurted. “You can’t say no!”

Conner shrugged his shoulders. The movement caressing her already aroused nipples, sending a frisson of awareness crashing up her spine. “I just did,” he challenged.

Sage pushed against his chest, trying to create a space between her skin and his own as she desperately looked around for assistance. Spying Melissa across the parking lot deliberately trying to look busy packing the car she knew she would get no help from that quarter.

“See here. You can’t just keep me…trapped here,” she reasoned.

“What are you offering?”

“Offering?”

“For your freedom”

“This really is too much!”

“I have all day.”

“What do you want?” Sage asked, exasperated. Conner raised his eyebrow suggestively as he swiveled his hips forward, brushing her stomach with his painfully aroused shaft. “Not that!” she blushed.

“How about a kiss?”

“A kiss?”

“I believe that is the customary tribute for a knight in shining armor when they rescue a damsel in distress.”

“I was not in distress, you…” Her argument was cut off by his finger across her lips.

“Do you want me to release you or not?”

Sage sighed. “Fine.” She tilted her head back and screwed her lips tightly in a rather uninviting purse.

Conner laughed. She really was an adorably, feisty little thing.

Without warning, he reached into the low neckline of the t-shirt that had been teasing him all afternoon. Grasping a warm handful of soft breast, feeling the graze of her nipple along the center of his roughened palm, he squeezed…hard.

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