Aghast, Luke stood up from the table, walked over to one of the windows, and looked out. She was right. There, just past the well-kept garden was a beach that looked very familiar to him. After a few moments, he turned around and said, "But I still can't figure out how I got here. Physically, you are obviously not strong enough to have dragged me here all by yourself. Someone must have helped you. How much will you demand in ransom, by the way? This estate doesn't look as if you need money. So maybe you are just a crazy fan who wants to be with me. I guess the men with the guns are waiting right behind this door?" He gestured to the parlor entrance.
Jane chuckled. "So dramatic. Luke, you've played in too many action movies. I didn't touch you, and I certainly paid nobody to do it. You were the one who chose to count backwards, transporting yourself to this place. And you were the one who tried to talk to me in the park. You couldn't resist when I ignored you, Luke. But I understand. You must be used to women approaching you, not the other way round."
Inwardly he cringed. She was right. Being a famous actor had spoiled him when it came to women. It had been an irresistible challenge to flirt with a woman who was so obviously not interested in him. His ego just couldn't take it. But even now that he knew she had brought him here for some reason, that she was the predator … he still wanted her. It didn't matter to him who had made the first move. Just looking at her drove him crazy. He wanted her, needed her.
Jane finished her tea and stood up, extending her hand to him. "Maybe we should take a walk around the property and get to know each other better." Luke rose from his chair to take her hand. When their fingers entwined, it almost felt like an electric shock that raced along his nerves. Jane seemed to feel it too, for her breath had quickened. Instinctively he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. He found himself staring into her lovely green eyes, darkened with desire. Oh yes, she couldn't deny what happened between them whenever they touched. She tried to act indifferent, but he felt her body shiver, saw the frantic beat of her pulse at her exposed neck. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and she sighed. The soft, sensual sound drove him over the edge.
Not able to hold back any longer, he cupped her neck and drew her to him, claiming her mouth with his. It wasn't a gentle, playful kiss, but an expression of a raw, primal hunger, possessive, demanding. He felt encouraged when she moaned into his mouth and started to kiss him back, pressing her soft curves against his hard body.
Luke had never been so aroused in all his life. Bowing her back over the table, he lifted up her skirt and began to explore what lay beneath, caressing her long, bare leg. He noticed that she didn't wear any kind of panties but soft silk stockings that reached up to the middle of her upper thighs, held in place by lace garters.
"Enough," he murmured under his breath. A man could only be pushed so far. He would have her right here, right now. He started to kiss her so fiercely that she moaned with protest or desire, he wasn't sure which. He wanted to punish her just a little bit, for the seductive little game she had played with him. Well, if she liked to tease and torture him until he felt he'd explode at any moment, he could be reckless, too. He would give her what she craved as much as he did, loving her sweet, warm body until she came for him.
While he sucked her sensuous lower lip deep between his teeth, he reached under her dress with both hands, grabbing her soft, bare butt. Her flesh felt incredibly lush and smooth beneath his palms, and he hardened even more. Then he lifted her up in his strong arms and sat her down in the middle of the tea table, not caring about the exquisite china. A filled cup went down; the delicious blend of Earl Grey was spilled all over the spotlessly white table linen and filled the air with its wonderful aroma. Luke pushed the dishes aside to make place for them on the table; plates, cups and saucers fell over the edge and smashed into pieces on the floor.
His goddess broke the kiss with a weak protest. "My antique china," she gasped.
"I'll buy you a new set," he growled before he claimed her lips again, ravishing her with his tongue as she trembled with need. Luke couldn't help himself and let his fingers slide down her bodice. Finally he freed those beautiful breasts, pushing them up. He cupped them, enjoying how they filled his hands. She was a tall woman, just the right size for him, and he wasn't a small man to handle. When he started to tease her pert rosy nipples between his thumb and forefinger, she started to moan into his mouth, arching her back and pressing herself up against him.
He didn't need another invitation. He released her lips, kissing his way down along her swanlike neck, down over her throat and breast, covering the alluring mounds with hot kisses. But this time he did not linger there for long. As he pushed up her skirts high over her hips, exposing her to his eyes
