Donna Sterling by Temperature's Rising (html)

Author:Temperature's Rising (html) [Rising, Temperature's]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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She hadn't put much thought into her impulsive taunt. He'd pushed her into it, actually, with his provocative recollections and blood-stirring gazes and whispered confessions. I never made love to her, Cal. It wasn't Meg I was kissing.

He'd lifted a weight from her heart, and she suddenly felt light and free. He'd thrown pebbles at her window, and she'd come out to play. He'd empowered her.

That in itself was a turn-on. The balance of power between them had always seemed tipped his way. He'd been older, stronger, intrinsically virile. She'd been a renegade tomboy. He'd playfully lorded his mastery over her for too long.

She would lord over him now for the sheer fun of it. She'd go as far as her naughty whim would take her. She hadn't decided yet how far that would be.

Not very far at all, of course, if he couldn't bring himself to say "Callie may I."

With a heady rush of delight in her feminine power, she'd laid down the rules, thrown down the gauntlet. She'd virtually brushed her breasts across his face!

Warm tingles of physical reaction spiced the thrill of her own boldness. Her blood sang in her veins as she ran her hands over his mountain-hard shoulders and peered expectantly down at him. She anticipated at least a trace of a grudging smile. He gave her no smile.

That fact gave her pause. She really had expected a smile.

Other than a subtle squaring of his jaw and a slight throb at his temple, he sat perfectly still, his muscled body rigid, his color high beneath his tan, his large hands gripping her sides where she'd trapped them.

His gaze, at first clearly stunned, left hers to pore over the breasts she'd thrust so near to his face. Her heart skittered and spun with sudden qualms as she watched from above, feeling her nipples tighten under the slow sweep of his visual exploration. He seemed so very serious. Perhaps she'd been too hasty.

"Callie." His eyes returned to hers with a hot, glazed intensity that set off alarms inside her. Hoarsely he whispered, "May I?"

Her knees went weak. Her heart fluttered in her throat. She supposed she should make him state his exact intentions, in keeping with the game—her game—but she squeezed out a barely audible "You may."

He exhaled a hard, torrid breath and slid his strong hands over the satin, up and down her rib cage, his thumbs brushing only the sensitive side swells of her breasts.

The feel of his hands on her and the intensity behind his caresses sparked flames in her blood, and he'd done little more than look her over.

"Callie." He brushed his face lightly against the side of one breast. "May I?"

Her heart tripped into double time, and through a thickening haze of sensuality, she tried to anticipate his next move. "You may."

Splaying his hands around her rib cage, he held her firmly captive and rubbed his face across her breasts, back and forth, slowly and deliberately. His beard

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