Free Touched by a Phoenix by Sophia Byron

movements, her eyes filled with pure fire.
    He couldn’t…he couldn’t move. Hell, he couldn’t breathe. He wasn’t sure his heart was still beating. She was simply tantalizing. Then she was twirling in a circle and rolling her head in Samba type rolls, her hair floating around her like a halo. She was a wild little thing and with those hips, he was sure she would be an amazing lover—his lover. He simply must have her. He would let nothing stop him, not even her. As soon as he didn’t think she could drive his body any wilder, she did. She was pure sex as she leaned backwards and somehow managed to shimmy while thrusting her hips upwards.
    His body was in motion. Moving towards her. Slowly stalking his prey. His hands spanned her shoulder blades and pulled her into him. His lips were so close to hers that he could feel her ragged breath against his. The wildfire burning out of control consumed him as he dipped his head and kissed her breathless.
    He didn’t know, and to be honest he didn’t care if it was the dance…the heat of the moment…the dim light of night…or something else as she grasped his arms and returned his kiss. He had been waiting for this moment for months and he’d be damned if he’d turn it down now.
    He backed her up, one slow step at a time, until she was against the railing. The kiss was hard and firm, yet soft and sensual. His tongue traced the line between her lips, caressing gently, until she moaned softly…opening to the pleasant invasion. He parted her lips with his tongue as she melded into his arms. His hand ran up her spine to the cusp of her neck, tangling his fingers in her hair as he deepened the kiss.
    She gasped as his tongue darted in for a taste of her sweetness, dancing against her own, creating a tidal wave of warmth low in her stomach. Her hand wandered up his bicep, across his shoulder, and to his strong jaw, caressing his cheek.
    He drew away slowly. She had taken his breath, his reasoning—his everything. He couldn’t think, he simply whispered against her lips, “You will be mine, Alexandria.”
    His words were just enough to shock her back into reality. She put both hands on his chest and shoved him away. Her eyes blazed with anger as she fired at him, “Not in your wildest dreams, Brad Scott!”
    “Alexandria.” He grabbed her arm as she turned to walk away. She was trembling. His kiss had done the job, and apparently, he had done it very well based on the fire raging within her eyes! Think…and think quickly, he thought.
    He took a deep breath, “I apologize for getting out of line but dammit Alexandria, that dance was the hottest thing I have ever seen. I couldn’t help myself.” His tone softened to a tender whisper—almost reverent, “My God, do you have any idea how beautiful you are? What I said was stupid and I didn’t mean it like it sounded.” His eyes softened, pleading for her forgiveness.
    She shot him the haughtiest look he had ever seen. “I suppose I shouldn’t have let you bait me that way. I’m sorry too.”
    “Truce?” He flashed her that boyishly charming smile of his. “It has been a wonderful day and I don’t want this to spoil our evening.”
    She nodded as she walked back to the table and downed a glass of wine trying to calm her quivering stomach.
    How on earth would he get her settled down? “Perhaps we should get back to my line of questioning,” he tried to sound as casual and playful as possible…pretending nothing had happened. However, his mind told him he would never forget the pure fire dancing before him; the way Alexandria melded in his arms or the taste of her kiss on his lips. She was utterly magnificent, and his desire for her was out of control. She betrayed herself with the dance; just below the surface lurked the exotic wolf he saw during their first encounter, but for some reason, she was determined to hide part of herself.
    Alexandria would be a wild one to tame but she would be so worth the effort.