her head to one side so he would have more room to explore the side of
her neck. The sweet warmth of his breath against her felt wonderful
and made her shiver. She knew she should stop him from taking such
liberties, and she would do just that, she promised herself, in just a
little while.
"Predators? " he asked when she didn't continue.
"Yes, there are lots of predators."
"Where? " She had lost her train of thought. "I don't know. . .
somewhere." He laughed softly. "I'm getting to you, aren't I? " He
asked the question as he slowly turned her in his arms and lowered his
head so that he could give her a proper kiss. His body had other
ideas. The second she put her arms around his neck, he roughly pulled
her up against him until her breasts were pressed against his chest,
and hungrily kissed her. His mouth took complete possession of hers,
his tongue penetrated, and for long breathless minutes he made love to
her with his mouth. Her body fit his perfectly, as though she had been
made just for him. She was so sweet and sensual and loving.
And innocent. The reminder helped him regain his senses. He couldn't
quite make himself let go of her, but he did let her catch her
breath.
Gently tugging on her lower lip with his teeth so she would open her
mouth again, he kissed hard and thoroughly, and then released her.
She wouldn't let go of him. Trembling with desire, she kissed him with
all the pent-up passion and longing inside her. She became the
aggressor, imitating the erotic way that he had kissed her, timidly at
first and then boldly when he wrapped her in his arms again. He
growled low in his throat when her tongue touched his.
God, she was sweet. She tasted like candy. Her abandon shook him, and
he knew that if he persisted, he could overwhelm her senses and make
love to her. She was too innocent to think about consequences.
One of them had to think about tomorrow, and he knew it was up to him
to stop now.
He pulled her arms away from his neck and took a step away from her.
"I shouldn't have done that, " he said gruffly.
Dazed, she watched him walk away. "I'm glad you did, " she
whispered.
"I wanted to know what it would feel like . . . " He turned back to
her. "I'm not an experiment, Jessica." She could see the anger in his
eyes and in his stance. She took a step toward him, then stopped.
"No, you're not. It's just that I've wanted to kiss you for a long
time."
"Yeah, well, it isn't going to happen again."
"Why not? " He couldn't believe she had to ask. "You do know what
kissing leads to, don't you? " She slowly nodded. "I'm pretty sure I
do, but since I've never . . . " He cut her off, for the topic was
making him ache with his need to touch her again, and if he did that,
he knew he wouldn't stop.
"We're just going to have to stay away from each other. You got
that?