'You remind me of someone from my past, Lyon. And I'm too homesick to continue this discussion.' Her confession came out in a sad, forlorn whisper.
'You were in love with another man?' Lyon asked, unable to keep the anger out of his voice.
'No.'
He waited, and when she didn't expound on her answer he let out a long sigh. 'Oh, no, you don't,' he said. 'You will explain,' he added, tightening his grip on her shoulders. 'Christina, I've known you less than two hours, and you've got me tied in knots already. It isn't an easy admission to make,' he added. 'Can we not stay on one topic?'
'I don't think we can,' Christina answered. 'When I'm near you, I forget all the laws.'
Lyon thought she sounded as bewildered as he felt. They'd circled back to her laws again, too. She wasn't making any sense. 'I'll win, you know,' he told her. 'I always do. You can push me off center as many times as you like, but I'll always…'
He'd lost his train of thought when Christina suddenly reached up and trailed the tips of her fingers across the ragged line of his scar. The gentle touch sent shock waves all the way to his heart.
'You have the mark of a warrior, Lyon.'
His hands dropped to his sides. He took a step back, thinking to put some distance between them so he could cool the fire rushing through his veins. From the innocent look in her eyes, he knew she didn't have any idea of the effect she was having on him.
It had happened so suddenly, so overwhelmingly. Lyon hadn't realized desire could explode so quickly.
Christina took advantage of the separation. She bowed her head and edged her way around him. 'We must never touch each other again,' she said before turning her back on him and walking away.
She had reached the alcove when his voice stopped her. 'And do you find warriors with scars unappealing?'
Christina turned, so swiftly her skirt swirled around her ankles. She looked astonished by his question.
'Unappealing? Surely you jest with me,' she said.
'I never jest,' Lyon answered. His voice sounded bored, but the look in his eyes told her of his vulnerability.
She knew she must reveal this one truth. 'I find you almost too appealing to deny.'
She couldn't quite look into his eyes when she made her confession, overcome by shyness because of her bold admission. She thought she might be blushing, too, and that thought irritated her enough to turn her back on Lyon once again.
He moved with the speed of a lion. One minute he was standing across the balcony, and the next he had her pinned against the brick wall adjacent to the alcove. His body kept her right where he wanted her. The lower half of Christina's body was trapped by his legs, and his hands were anchored on her shoulders. When he suddenly reached over to shut the doors, his thighs brushed intimately against hers. The touch unsettled both of them. Christina pushed herself up against the wall, trying to break the contact. Lyon 's reaction was just the opposite. He leaned closer, wanting the touch again.
Lyon knew he was embarrassing her. He could see her blush, even in the soft moonlit night. 'You're like a fragile little flower,' he whispered while his hands caressed her shoulders, her neck. 'Your skin feels like hot silk.'
Her blush deepened. Lyon smiled over it. 'Open your eyes, Christina. Look at me,' he commanded in a voice as gentle as the breeze.
His tender words sent shivers down her arms. Love words, almost identical in meaning to the words Black Wolf always gave Merry when he thought they were alone. Lyon was trying to gentle her in much the same way. Did that mean he wanted to mate with her? Christina almost blurted out that question, then realized she shouldn't. Lyon was an Englishman, she reminded herself. The laws weren't the same.
Heaven help her, she mustn't forget. 'I would never flirt with a lion,' she blurted. 'It would be dangerous.'
Lyon 's hands circled her neck. He wasn't sure if he wanted to kiss her or strangle her. The woman certainly did confuse him with her ridiculous comments. He could feel the frantic pulse of her heartbeat under his fingers. 'Your eyes don't show any fear, but your heart tells the truth. Are you afraid of your attraction to me?'
'What an arrogant man you are,' Christina said. 'Why, I'm so frightened I believe I might swoon if you don't unhand me this very minute.'
Lyon laughed, letting her know he didn't believe her lie. He leaned down until his mouth was just a breath away from hers. 'Didn't you tell me I was too irresistible to deny, Christina?'
'No,' she whispered. 'I said you were almost too irresistible to deny, Lyon. Almost. There is a difference.'
She tried to smile yet failed the task completely. Christina was simply too occupied fighting the nearly overwhelming urge to melt against him, to hold him tightly, to learn his touch, his taste. She wanted his scent to mate with her own.
She knew it was a forbidden, dangerous longing. It was one thing to tease a cub and quite another to play with a fully grown lion. The dark look in Lyon 's eyes told her he'd be just as determined as a hungry lion, too. He'd consume her if she didn't protect herself.
' Lyon,' she whispered, torn between desire and the need for caution. 'You really must help fight this attraction. I'll forget everything if you don't cooperate.'
He didn't know what she was talking about. What did she think she'd forget? Perhaps he hadn't heard her correctly. Her accent had become so pronounced it was difficult to be certain. 'I'm going to kiss you, Christina,' he said, catching hold of her chin when she started to shake her head.
'One kiss,' he promised. He nuzzled his chin against the top of her head, inhaled her sweet scent, and let out a soft, satisfied sigh. Then he took hold of her hands and slipped them around his neck.
God, she was soft. His hands slid down her arms, causing goosebumps he could feel. Pleased with her reaction to his touch, he settled his hands possessively on her hips and pulled her closer.
He was taking entirely too long getting on with it. Christina couldn't fight her attraction any longer. One small touch would certainly satisfy her curiosity. Then she'd go back inside and force herself to forget all about Lyon.
Christina leaned up on her tiptoes and quickly brushed her mouth against his chin. She placed a chaste kiss on his mouth next, felt him stiffen in reaction. Christina drew back, saw him smile, and knew her boldness had pleased him.
His smile abruptly faded when she traced his lower lip with the tip of her tongue. Lyon reacted as though he'd just been hit by lightning. He dragged her up against him until her thighs were flattened against his own. He didn't care if his arousal frightened her or not. His arms circled her in a determined grip that didn't allow any leverage. Christina wasn't going to bolt until he let her.
She suddenly tried to turn her head away, and the tremor he felt rush through her made him think she might be having second thoughts. ' Lyon, please, we will-'
His mouth found her, effectively silencing her protests. He teased and tantalized, coaching her to open her mouth for him. Christina responded to his gentle prodding. Her fingers slid into his hair as a passionate tremor coursed through his body. Lyon groaned into her mouth, then thrust his tongue deeply inside, demanding with his husky growl that she mate with him.
Christina forgot caution. Her hands clung to Lyon 's shoulders. Her hips moved instinctively until she was cuddling his heat with her own. A whimper of pleasure escaped her when Lyon began to move against her hips. Christina used her tongue to explore the wonderful textures of Lyon 's warm mouth, mimicking him.
A fire raged in his loins. Lyon 's mouth slanted over hers once again in a hot, wild kiss that held nothing back. Christina's uninhibited response was a blissful torment he wanted never to end. The way she kissed him made him think she wasn't innocent of men after all. Lyon told himself he didn't care. The desire to bed her at the first possible moment overrode all other considerations.
Lyon had never experienced such raw desire. Christina made a soft moan deep in her throat. The sound nearly drove him beyond common sense. He knew he was about to lose all control and abruptly ended the kiss. 'This isn't the time or the place, love,' he told her in a ragged whisper.
He took a deep breath and tried desperately not to stare at her mouth. So soft, so exciting. She looked as though she'd just been thoroughly kissed, which of course she had, and Lyon could tell she was having as much
