Free Kiss of the Dragon by Christina James Page B

more than keep breathing. Though her hair was still covered with that
ugly kerchief, and she wore that threadbare gray gown, even those deterrents
would not have fooled a blind man.
    Suppressing a low groan, as a wave of pure lust hit him;
Draco cursed himself for his lunacy of letting this beauty into his chamber, to
help him bathe, to play chambermaid to his lord of the castle. What had he been
thinking? Perhaps that was his problem; he had not been thinking at all. He
could have conceived a different, less dangerous means to teach the little
wench a well-deserved lesson. Now he found himself playing with fire and if he
were not careful, he would end up burnt to a cinder.
    The feel of her small, soft hands moving over his body
aroused him to a painful proportion. He shifted to ease his heaviness, his
hands fisting so tightly, his knuckles were white from the strain. It was
evident that he would be riding out to the river Garonne to cool his lust and
relieve his discomfort when she was gone.
    “I think that spot is cleansed.” He spoke more harshly than
he meant when her hand moving across his neck became unbearable torture to his
heightened senses.
    Without being bidden, Bianca moved around to the side of the
tub. She leaned over his arm to swirl the wet, soapy cloth over the sculpted
muscles of his massive chest, her hand moving down over his rippling stomach
and dangerously lower. Draco had to restrain himself from shooting to his feet
at her touch and startling her with the sight of his throbbing erection. Years
of self-restraint helped him to act nonchalant as her hands wreaked a magic of
their own across his sensitive nipples buried in the mat of dark hair of his
chest. He did not know if he could take much more before he would either order
her to cease, or he would end up pulling her into the tub to make love to her.
It would be a close thing, indeed. His body screamed for release but he knew he
could never give in to his lust. He had been a fool to lure the Lady Bianca to
his chamber and put himself through such torture.
    When the cloth slipped from her hands, Bianca tried to catch
it, but lost it in the soapy water. She stared down into the depths and
hesitated only a moment, as if unsure of what to do. Leaning farther over the
edge of the tub to retrieve the cloth, her cheek was a mere breath away from
Draco’s lips. A low moan escaped his mouth just before his hand clamped over
her wrist, startling her.
    “Do not!” His harsh whisper effectively stopped her
movements.
     
    Bianca raised her eyes to become lost in his intense dark
gaze, which held an expression of scorching desire. Breathlessly, she studied
his face and helplessly watched as his perusal dropped to her breasts. Her
nipples pearled under his gaze, straining against the thin, transparent fabric
of her water-soaked gown, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her breathing
became labored, her breasts tightened and felt heavy and her stomach began to
do odd things. She could not begin to describe the effects his nearness was
having on her senses because she had never experienced the like.
    Her gaze flew to his mouth and she found herself wondering
what it would be like to be kissed by those full, sensuous lips. What would he
do if she turned her head and pressed her lips against his? Would he think her
too forward? Wanton? Would he realize she was trying to seduce him here in his
chambers? For that was what she was doing, was she not? Dear God in Heaven!
Where had that thought come from? Shocked at her sinful thoughts, Bianca froze.
    The washcloth was completely forgotten. All her senses
became engaged in the slow seduction of her suddenly sensitive body as the heat
of his breath caressed her cheek. She shivered delicately. His scent
intoxicated her. Her senses were assaulted from all sides as she breathed in
the smell of him, felt the warmth of his skin and listened to his breath whoosh
in and out as his breathing accelerated. She was so distracted