Free Enemies at the Altar by Melanie Milburne Page A

idea how to subdue it. It was an ache that resided deep within him. It would not go away, no matter how much he distracted or disciplined himself.
    He wanted her
.
    He lowered her to the floor by sliding her down the length of his body, his blood roaring in response to her curves as they brushed against him.
    He wanted her and he would have her
.
    He heard the soft intake of her breath and saw the flare of her pupils as her eyes meshed with his. The barrier of their clothes was no barrier at all. They might as well have been standing there naked.
    Sienna glowered up at him. ‘Was that really necessary?’
    ‘But of course,’ Andreas said. ‘Elena and Franco were watching.’
    ‘Yeah, well, no one’s watching now,’ she said. ‘Let’s just step back into our true characters and tear strips off each other again.’
    He gave a soft deep chuckle and pressed her even closer with his hand on the shapely curve of her bottom. ‘Why the hurry,
ma petite
?’ he said. ‘I’m getting to like the feel of you against me. You like it too,
sì
?’
    Her eyes were pools of stormy grey and blue. ‘This is not part of the plan,’ she said, but she didn’t do anything to push him away. If anything her body shifted closer, a subtle movement that sent another hot lightning rod of lust straight to his groin.
    ‘Is it not?’ he asked with a mocking smile. ‘You’ve planned this from the start. You want me to think twice about ending this marriage when the time is up.’ He captured one of her hands and pressed his lips to each and every fingertip, watching as her eyes darkened with desire. ‘And what better way than to entice me into your bed as soon as you can?’
    Her gaze flicked to his mouth, her tongue sweeping over her lips. ‘That’s not what I’m planning at all,’ she said in a breathless voice. ‘I don’t want to be married to you any longer than I have to be.’
    Andreas’s fingers tightened on hers. Her hand was dainty and small in the grasp of his. He could have broken her fingers with just the slightest pressure. He was so close to her he could feel her body warmth radiating through him. She smelt of summer, of jasmine and honeysuckle and red-hot temptation. The skin of her hand was soft against the roughness of his. He felt her fingers move experimentally against the cup of his palm, whether to test his hold or tease him, he wasn’t quite sure. It shouldn’t have had anywhere near the sensual impact it had. It felt as if she had dipped her hand down the front of his trousers and touched him flesh on flesh.
    He brought his mouth down to hers for the second time that day, and for the second time in his life a seismic shift knocked him sideways.
    She tasted of sweet, hot, forbidden longings. He couldn’t get enough of her delicious moistness. He fed off her with a greed he hadn’t known existed. He savaged her mouth like a hungry beast on a rampage.
    It was rapacious. It was primitive. It was raw male lust let off the leash. He hadn’t realised how out of controla kiss could get until he thrust through the seam of her lips in search of her tongue.
    Hers was hot and moist and brazen. It danced with his in a tango that was as sexy as anything he had ever experienced. It shot fireworks off in his head. Desire filled him so tightly he thought he would explode. His teeth scraped against hers. She bit him and he bit her back. It only made him want her more.
    He thrust a hand at the back of her head, his fingers burying deep into her scalp as he explored her mouth with a thoroughness that left both of them breathless. His hand found her breast. It filled his palm with sensual heat, the tight bud of her nipple pressing against him. She felt so damn good, so feminine and soft. His need pulsed and pounded against her belly.
    He wanted her naked
.
    He wanted to see her silky skin, every gorgeous inch of it. He wanted to taste her feminine heat, to move his lips and tongue against her to make her scream with ecstasy.