Awakened by the Prince's Passion by Bronwyn Scott

Author:Bronwyn Scott
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-05-02T17:21:53+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

If there’d been a thirteenth labour of Hercules, it would have been resisting this. But there wasn’t, because even heroes had limits and Ruslan had just found his. Dasha stood before him, gloriously nude, her hair falling over her shoulders in tantalising waves that both hid and highlighted her breasts, like a Venus rising from the sea. The slim curve of her hip gave way to long legs and bare feet. Shyness mixed with the boldness in her eyes as her gaze held his, looking for approval, perhaps acceptance.

Yes! his body cried out. Acceptance, of course. There was no question of it. No man would refuse what she offered, certainly not this one who had hungered for her for weeks, longed for her, lived with the agony and ecstasy of each touch. A small part of him knew he should resist. If there was any honourable bone in his body left, he should pick up her gown, gently put her to bed and pull the covers over her, telling her she was merely overcome with the emotions of the past twenty-four hours.

Those words would not be lies. The last twenty-four hours would have taken a toll on anyone’s sensibilities. But it was perhaps because of those last twenty-four hours that he couldn’t refuse her. Life was short, preternaturally so under their recent circumstances. He’d come within inches of losing her in Lord Hampton’s hall. The knowledge of that near loss had made her compellingly real to him and, with that reality, his detachment had slipped dangerously. There was no potency to the argument that he should wait for a better time to pursue his attraction to her once business in Kuban was settled. There would be no better time. In fact, this might be the best time, and the only time to act on their attraction. Life on the road was often a time out of time. His body liked that argument and, tonight, his mind did, too.

He stepped towards her, the debate won. He reached for her, taking her into his arms, his mouth sealing hers with a long kiss. He felt her arms twine about his neck, her body warm and pliant against his as she gave herself over to it. There was no rush tonight, no worry about discovery, no concern about where this would lead. This was no longer an experiment. Tonight they knew. This kiss and the one after that and the one after that would all lead to the bed, with its forest-green counterpane. Tonight, they had all the time in the world.

A little moan escaped her, her hands were in his hair as he deepened the kiss. He tasted the evening wine on her tongue, full-bodied and sweet. He moved a hand to cup a breast, to lift it and stroke its pink nipple with his thumb until another moan escaped her and he could not resist putting his mouth on it. He bent his head to her breast, her body arching as he took her, his tongue laving the soft peak of her.

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