Free Bound By Her Ring by Nicole Flockton

sample her lips strong. Raising his head he saw a soft smile on her face. It was all he needed. He lowered his head to take possession of her lips.

Chapter 5
    Just one more taste.
    One quick taste and then he’d walk away. He wouldn’t let himself fall into her trap again. The kisses they’d shared in the last few days had been for a purpose. He had needed to prove he was immune to her. He had needed to punish her for taking from him and then leaving. He now needed this one kiss to be for him.
    He touched his lips to hers. He sipped at their fullness and when she opened up under him he deepened the kiss. They danced a slow dance, lips touching then retreating. He gathered her close, his body heating and hardening as he felt her breasts brush up against his chest.
    His hand reached down, hovering above the tempting curves.
    “Lukas?”
    He pulled away, the softly spoken word enough to drag him out of the trance he’d fallen under.
    He pushed her away as if he’d burnt himself on a sizzling hotplate. She fell against the pillows and he heard her soft cry of surprise.
    He strode away from the enticing siren on the bed towards the open bathroom door, shedding clothes as he went. The subtle scent of Jasmine’s shower gel assailed him. The desire he thought he had under control roared back into life, like an express train.
    He had to remember what she’d done to him. How she’d betrayed the trust he had given her. He couldn’t still be attracted to her. It had been months since he’d last been with a woman and he didn’t want to think about the fact that the last woman he had been withhad been Jasmine. Her betrayal should’ve been enough for him to move on, but the vows and the ring he still wore reminded him he had unfinished business. His enforced celibacy was the only reason his body craved the feel of her soft, feminine flesh.
    He turned the shower dial to cold and stepped under the spray, letting the water wash away any evidence of the desire he had felt.
    He would not allow himself to weaken against her charms. This time he would make her fall under his spell but he wouldn’t fall under hers.
    Jasmine closed her eyes against the searing memory of Lukas’s tanned back as he retreated away from her into the bathroom.
    Her hand rose to press softly against her lips, feeling their fullness from Lukas’s kiss. She could almost imagine them back there. Teasing her into wakefulness, making her ache for his touch and then discarding her like a piece of trash.
    She should feel humiliated at being used but all she felt was bereft. She wanted his touch. She wanted to surrender to him. She wanted to feel again. For so long she had been walking around aimlessly, lost with no hope of finding a way to go on. She’d been in a wilderness of coldness. But Lukas had rocketed into her life and the coldness had seeped away. Replaced by a slow burn that each time it got ignited, was snuffed out before she had a chance to fully grasp it.
    She should reject him, should demand to be on the next commercial fight back to Perth. But if she did, her father would be ruined and she couldn’t live with herself if that happened. She had to be strong and resist Lukas if he tried again to seduce her.
    Jasmine heard the shower shut off and quickly scrambled off the bed. She wanted to be dressed and looking relaxed before Lukas came out.
    She shed her robe, fluffed out her hair and hurriedly pulled on her trousers and shrugged her arms into her blouse all the while trying not to imagine Lukas’s naked body, glistening with residue from his shower.
    She was about to step out on to the balcony when she heard the door open. Turning in the direction of the sound she realised her imagination was way off base. In real life, Lukas was so much better. The white towel stood out starkly against his Mediterranean tanned skin. Droplets of water still clung and sparkled like tiny diamonds in the midnight black hair on his chest.
    He lifted his head towards