Midnight Runaway by Joann Ross

Midnight Runaway by Joann Ross

Author:Joann Ross [Ross, JoAnn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781488034077
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 1992-06-23T04:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER 8

THEY CAME together like thunder, lost in a storm of their own making. Dash knew it was insane to want—to need—Claren like this. He knew it would be madness to make love to her, knew it would complicate things beyond reason. But as her lips moved urgently over his face and her hands fretted against his hot, moist flesh, he decided that this was a woman worth going mad for.

She was on fire. Heat like nothing she’d ever known, or imagined, was building inside her. And outside. The air practically sparked with it. Claren had never known that a man and a woman could share something so dark, so incendiary. So dangerous. And even as the flames threatened to engulf her, she wanted more. Much, much more.

His hands ran bruisingly over her, heating the silk covering her to the melting point. The scent of passion rose to surround them, heady, arousing, erotic. All Claren’s senses were heightened. She could taste the anger, the frustration, in his kiss. She felt his fingers struggling with the ribbon laces running down the front of the teddy; she heard him swear. When she heard the sound of silk tearing, she nearly wept with relief.

As a lover, he was everything she’d expected, dangerous, thrilling, terrifying. She’d thought she’d been prepared. She’d thought she’d known desire, understood passion. But at the first touch of his lips on her breast, Claren knew that she’d been wrong. She arched against his mouth and let her mind empty.

His fingers were cool, his mouth hot. The morning stubble of beard scraped against her skin like the finest grade of sandpaper, stimulating her flesh, arousing her desire. Incredibly, magically, he seemed to know just where she wanted him to touch, where she yearned to have his hands linger. When his lips followed those clever, wicked hands, Claren cried out in astonished delight. Her blood pumped hot and hard. Passion was a white-hot flame burning inside her.

Her name was torn from him on a moan of need. He ripped the torn teddy from her in a frenzy, his mouth devouring every bit of newly exposed skin. In the smoky haze surrounding her mind, Claren realized with an erotic start that his briefs were gone as well, whipped away, perhaps by the heated, rising winds. Hot flesh to hot flesh, mouth to mouth, they moved together, driving each other to the brink of sanity. And beyond.

He was lost in the grip of an impossible greed, an unbearable hunger. Dash had made love to women before. More than he cared to count. But every one of those women was swept from his mind, their faces, their names, seared away by a fire hotter than any he’d ever known.

Her eyes were dark with an emerald heat; her tangled hair surrounded her head like a fiery aura; her heart hammered beneath his lips. Her ivory flesh gleamed like silk and tasted like temptation. Naked and eager, she was every midnight fantasy come to life, every secret dream fulfilled.



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