he heard her hitch in her throat.
Unable to let the moment pass without indulging himself in one of his milder fantasies, he raised his hand and gently glided his rough fingers along the outline of her chin, relishing the soft smoothness of her feminine jaw, wondering what her cheekbones looked like beneath that sexy red-feathered mask.
They were face-to-face and chest-to-chest. A shadowy expression of pent-up passion clouded her gray-green eyes.
He reached up to touch her hair, his fingers almost trembling from the tension that was building layer upon layer, but she blocked his hand with hers.
“No. Don’t,” she said.
“Why not?”
“It’s a wig.”
“What color is your real hair?” he asked, aching to dispose of the wig and plunge his fingers through her sleek locks.
“Let’s not ruin the fantasy.”
“All right.”
He cradled her in his arms, all the while plumbing her ripe, rich mouth. She responded in kind, sending the flames of his libido higher and higher with each flick of her fiendish tongue. Her fingers traced enticing circles over his face and along the edge of his mask. He could feel the steady drubbing of her heart. He stared down into her eyes and felt himself falling, falling, falling.
Playfully, Klondike Kate bit his bottom lip and growled low in her throat, sending his control shattering into a million pieces.
“I need….” she whispered, and that was all she said. It was all she needed to say because he understood her perfectly.
“I know.”
His arousal matched hers. Their intrepid game had generated a craving in him he feared might never be sated, and he knew without words that she felt the same way.
Her lips parted and her eyes remained transfixed on his as if she were mesmerized. Slowly, she lifted her hands and softly traced her fingertips along his mouth. Her feathered touch triggered a reaction in him so potent he was ready to explode. As the real Don Juan most assuredly would have, Caleb took advantage of the situation and surrendered to his basic male instincts.
He kissed her again.
Soft, slow and sweet. Gently, tenderly. He knew if he didn’t approach this with care, his control would be shot.
Easy. Take it easy.
But what an almost impossible task it was not to slake their desire with rough, spontaneous pleasure.
“The skaters’ cabin,” she whispered.
“What?”
She nodded toward the clearing. “I saw a skaters’ cabin near the pond. This time of year it’s sure to be empty, and far more comfortable than the forest floor.”
He stared at her, incredulous. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
Bending down, she retrieved her fallen purse, tucked it under her arm, then raised her head to meet his gaze.
“Take me,” she said.
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