Still, she knew there would be consequences. With a man like Colt Wheeler there always were.
She looked at him and long-dead passions stirred to life inside her, along with something that made her feel vulnerable in a way she hadn’t in years. She didn’t like the feeling, and yet she wanted him.
Her mind was made up.
She wondered if she would regret it.
“WE NEED TO get some sleep,” Lissa said. Colt followed her gaze to the bed, which dominated the worn, dated motel room. There was challenge in her words, and something in her eyes Colt couldn’t read.
For him, sleep was no longer an option. Not with the hunger burning through him, not when he could see she felt it, too.
“Sleep isn’t what I need,” he said. “What I need tonight is you.” He moved toward her, stopped right in front of her. Sliding a hand into shining blond hair as silky as it looked, he cupped the back of her head, hovered over her mouth long enough to give her a chance to say no, then he kissed her.
Full pink lips sank into his, melding so perfectly he groaned. The kiss went from slow and sexy to hot and deep in a heartbeat. Lissa’s arms slid around his neck and she kissed him back with all the fire he’d expected. There was no turning back now. Not for either one of them.
He kissed her long and deep, pressed his mouth against the rapid pulse beating against the side of her neck, and heard her moan. He stripped off her tank top, unhooked her bra and tossed it away, filled his hands with her small, pretty breasts.
Perfect, he thought as his mouth replaced his hands, tasting the tight bud at the crest, sucking until it tightened even more. Exactly right for him.
She toed off her sneakers, and he stripped off her black jeans, ran his hand over those firm, slender hips to cup her sexy ass, felt the lean muscles tighten. The rough brush of lace drew his attention to the scrap of silk between her legs. A pale, delicate pink, not red or black, a glimpse of the woman beneath the tough facade.
In minutes he had stripped her naked and followed her down on the bed, pressing her into the mattress. He kissed her, slid his hands over that graceful dancer’s body. He stroked and teased and tasted, bringing her to the edge of climax. He wanted to put his mouth between her legs, but for that she would need to trust him, and he sensed that she still did not. At least not completely.
Instead, he left her long enough to strip off his clothes, then returned, tossing a handful of condoms on the nightstand.
She was flushed and beautiful in the moonlight streaming in through the crack in the curtains, long and slender and supple. He wanted to be inside her, ached to take her, possess her in some primal way.
Lying next to her, he returned to kissing her, stroking her, urging her toward the peak again. He felt her slim hands sliding over his skin, urgent now, touching him and making him burn, wanting more, wanting all of him. She shifted till she was on top of him, settled herself astride his hips, leaned down, and kissed him, long, wet, and deep.
“You like being in control?” he asked, clamping down on the urge to grip her hips and thrust himself inside, take what he wanted.
“Yes,” she whispered, kissing him. Her white teeth sank into his bottom lip and he felt a surge of heat that turned his erection to steel. She rose to take him into her body and he let her, let her seat herself and begin to move. She was exquisite, all hot-blooded female, everything he thought she would be and more.
“You like being on top?” he asked as she worked him over.
A feminine growl came from her throat. “Yes...”
His mouth edged up. “So do I.” Using his superior strength to lift and turn them, he carried her beneath him. Still inside, he thrust deep and hard. Her fingers dug into the muscles across his shoulders and a soft purring sound came from her throat. She liked this, liked a man who took charge. Instinctively, he had known she would.
For a moment, he paused. “The patch,” he said. “On or off?” He always asked. Always got the same answer.
She stared into his face. “Off,” she said, surprising him.
Women always wanted him to leave it on, to pretend he was a pirate or some demon lover. He pulled the black patch off over his head and stared down at her. Lissa gazed into his scarred face, and everything suddenly changed.
Leaning up, she pressed her mouth to the jagged slice that ran down from above his eye, pressed a soft kiss on his closed, scarred eyelid. She kissed the gash that continued along his jaw.
It was completely unexpected and it reached something inside him, set something free that he hadn’t known was trapped. Pinning her hands above her head, he thrust deep and hard, pulled out and drove into her again. Kissing her savagely, he pounded into her, taking what he so desperately needed and demanding more.
Lissa locked her legs around his hips, giving in to his powerful hunger, arching beneath him and taking what she wanted for herself. She came in a wild rush of pleasure, her lithe body tightening around him. Colt followed her to release, unable to hold back any longer, completely out of control.
His muscles went rigid and his body shook with the power of his climax. It was incredible. Earth-shattering.
It should have been enough, but it wasn’t. He wanted more. Wanted her. Wanted everything she had to give.
It frightened him.
Unable to resist, he took her again, slower this time, drawing out the pleasure. Just before dawn, Lissa became the aggressor, taking the lead, wreaking havoc on his body and
