Free SeducetheFlame by Ella Drake

Seven
     
    Clarissa nearly bit her tongue off when she clamped her
mouth shut. She couldn’t believe she’d said that. But it only sparked that fire
in his eyes, the flicker of molten yellow amid the red that she’d seen for the
first time on that plane. When he’d gone down on her. When Ray Cinder was
turned-on, his eyes shot through with streaks of hot yellow.
    “Hell yes,” Ray breathed and before she could utter another
word, he had her flat on her back and her hip pressed against his erection. His
hand gripped her waist and his lips sought hers. “I need another taste. You’re
so damn good.”
    His kiss devoured her and his taste, like spicy
pepper mixed with that indefinable maleness, created a heady need. She knew
what was happening, and she welcomed it. Even if he deluded himself that he
could stave off the future. That she was more than friend .
    Devilment coiled inside her.
    He kneaded her waist, and she guided that seeking, feverish
touch to her sensitive breast. She threaded a hand in the back of his hair to
keep his lips against hers. Her words breathed against his flesh. “That’s what
friends are for.”
    His body jerked, but she pressed his palm into her aching,
erect nipple and he groaned. Kissing her deeply again he rotated the pressure
on her tightened peak. His hand burned and steam hissed to fill the small
cabin.
    “You need to be naked.” Ray moaned and levered his body away
from hers. Only a few inches, but that space brought a chill. She shivered. He
chuckled darkly. “Here. Let me take care of you.”
    He snapped and a small flame appeared on her chest. She
gasped, but the sensual movement of the fire filled her with need. It pulsed in
the rhythm of her rushing heartbeats and it slowly slid down the seam of her
shirt to burn a small trail until the buttons all popped off and her shirt
parted. She hadn’t worn a bra and when the ruined clothing fell to the sides,
her pert breasts rose and fell with her excited panting.
    Ray’s hungry gaze devoured her, but he remained crouched to
the side of the bed. All except his other hand, which surrounded her wrist in a
fevered grip, as if he might keep her here, but she was safe with him. He’d
never do anything she couldn’t handle.
    “Neat trick,” she managed, though her mind could barely
function beyond the anticipation.
    “Wait. It’s not over,” he growled.
    She hoped the hell not. The keen edge of lust nearly blinded
her but she blinked and watched that little flicker of flame dancing down her
body. Its movements were mesmerizing but it didn’t scorch her. The heat it gave
off was a mix of comfort and edgy, sensual heat. Her skirt singed in a straight
line from waist to thigh. It split open and with a brush of tingling need, Ray
yanked it aside. Then he stood, and ripped his shirt open. Buttons flew all
over the cabin and pinged off the small, round porthole.
    “Neat trick,” she whispered again. At this point, she
couldn’t stop from talking even though her mind told her to stop. Don’t do
anything, say anything, or otherwise cause Ray Cinder to stop what was clearly
his intention. “What about those pants?”
    His hands, those lovely long-fingered hands, worked his belt
open. She’d never seen anything so sexy as that chest heaving, the sprinkling
of brown hair dusting across it, that happy trail being exposed by the
intentional, strong movements of an incredibly fit man removing his belt. Fire
still danced in his eyes. The zipper slid down noiselessly, and a long, hard
cock jutted forward.
    Her mouth watered and she nearly choked, but she had to
promise, “I can’t wait to get my mouth on that.”
    But not now. Right now, she wanted it inside her. She spread
her legs and Ray’s intense regard fell there, to her swollen and eager pussy.
He’d gotten a good look at it earlier today and if she’d had any modesty then,
right now, she couldn’t find it over the full-blown need to end fourteen years
of celibacy.
    Forget the