Tempting as Sin by Rosalind James

Author:Rosalind James [James, Rosalind]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bellbird Publishing
Published: 2018-05-31T16:00:00+00:00

The sun was slanting low over the valley, lighting up the billowing thunderheads like a religious painting. The air was cooling, the breeze freshening, the rumbles of thunder coming closer. Lily should have been cold, except that she couldn’t possibly be cold. Rafe had lost the checked shirt somewhere along the way and was back in black. T-shirt, to be exact. Back to the shifting muscles, too, and those absolutely rock-hard arms. His eyes were the genuine ice blue again tonight, and so intense, she shivered. He looked all the way real, and he felt that way, too.

He put a hand out. Slowly. The backs of his fingers brushed over the inside of her shoulder, then nudged a little bit. Her strap fell down, and she caught her breath.

She was still holding her wine. She couldn’t move. He could, though. His hand moved down. Still slowly. He was watching it now, concentrating on what he was doing. Running the backs of those fingers all the way from her shoulder to the notch at the base of her throat, then up her neck and down again. She shifted. He looked into her eyes. And unbuttoned the top button.

He’d kiss her. Surely.

He didn’t. His hand drifted down, one button after another. And he didn’t unfasten them.

She said, “Rafe…” It was a sigh.

He’d been looking at her, or at his hand, which had made it all the way to her thigh and was nudging her skirt up, one slow inch at a time. Now, he looked into her eyes again. “You want a romance?” he asked. “Because that’s what I want.”

“This is a…” She couldn’t talk. “It’s not—it’s a…” Her hand was shaking. She couldn’t get her breath. His hand had moved further up her thigh, all the way to her hip, and he was holding her there, one finger tracing the line of her thong. Around and back again, and she wanted him to go further.

“What is it, Lily?” he asked her. He took her wine from her, set it on the table, then leaned closer and kissed her neck. Softly again, and she arched her back. That felt…wow.

“Just kiss me,” she said. “Just…touch me. Please.”

She could feel his smile against her neck. And when he sat up again, she moaned. “I’m going to kiss you,” he promised. “But right now…” He was watching again, sending his hand down to trail along the edge of her neckline. Back again, and his fingers had slipped under the fabric.

The top of her dress slid straight down.

He didn’t grab. He touched. His fingers circling her nipple, and then his hand holding her there for him as he bent his head and tasted her.

Oh. Yes. One of his hands was behind her neck, and he was lowering her down, resting her against the arm of the swing. The other hand was working at her thigh. Unbuttoning, she realized dimly through the concentric circles of pleasure that were his lips at her breast. One button, then another. His hand was at her upper thigh, and then at her waist.

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