Free Seduction of Souls by Patricia Gauthier Page B

figure things out.  Keeping his hands to himself had, up to now, been difficult. Ignoring his businessman’s internal objections, he felt compelled to be with her, help her.  Sitting next to her on the bed, painfully aware of how little they wore, he pulled her into his arms and held her, being careful not to put too much pressure on her wounds.  He stroked her hair, kissing her temple and murmuring words of comfort until he felt her body begin to relax.
    He felt the electric current of desire as it coursed its way through his body, making his cock jump wildly.  She felt softer, smelled better, and looked sexier than any woman he had ever known.  The magnetic pull he felt toward her was just too strong to ignore any longer.  It was the source of his bad mood earlier today, just watching her and wanting her had turned him into an insufferable ass.  He needed to accept the attraction he felt for her and pray that in the end no one got hurt. 
    He kissed her lips gently, then deepened his kisses, slipping his tongue into her mouth and feeling as if he had finally come home.  They were perfect together.  His heartbeat quickened as she welcomed him further into her mouth, as her tongue answered his thrusts enthusiastically.   He felt her delicate fingers glide over his back, urging him closer.  Slowly he lay back on the bed, pulling her on top of his body, careful to not hurt her wounds.  She ran her hands over his body, stopping only to help him remove her t-shirt. 
    He changed positions, laying her on her side so he could cup her breast s in his palms, feeling the heat and weight of it before closing his mouth over one already taunt nipple.  Feasting on her like a starving man, he realized that nothing he had ever done with any other woman could compare to what he felt with her.  This was electric.  He could hear the crackling in the air, knowing by her panting breaths and heated reactions that she felt the same way he did.  Words weren’t necessary.  He let his feelings flow from his body to hers. His heart soared as her body answered, his soul found her soul and they mingled together as one.  He knew, without a doubt, that she was and always would be the only one for him.  Now that he accepted that fact, for there was no argument he could think of to change the feelings he felt for her, passion inflamed him.  Unable or unwilling to suppress it, he cupped her hot, moist mound, rubbing her vigorously as she rode his hand, her hips pumping wildly while she moaned loudly.  Her panting breaths compelled him forward as he dipped his finger into her liquid pool of desire.  Finding her sensitive nub, he teased it mercilessly, forcing her to beg for relief through clinched teeth and panted out words.
     
    He found himself hurling in the air, his back slamming against the wall before he hit the floor hard. Dazed for a moment from the impact, he shook his head in an attempt to clear it.  Slowly the burning crept into his reality, searing pain and heat combined on his chest.
    “What the fuck?”  Glancing down at his torso he saw six criss -crossed slash marks across his chest, the source of the burning pain.  He watched RayeAnn crawl to him on visibly quaking arms and legs, her enticing breasts swaying with every movement she made toward him.
    “Oh my God, are you all right?”  Tears streaked down her face as she took his face into her trembling hands , kissing him gently on the lips. 
    “My chest is on fire , but other than that I’m okay.  Looks like someone didn’t like what we were doing.”  She grinned at him.  “In spite of the burning in my chest, I still want you like I’ve never wanted anyone before.”  His honesty shocked him.  It was one thing to think it, but another thing altogether to say it out loud.
    She let out a long breath before speaking.  “Thank goodness you feel the same way I do.  I’ve never wanted anyone more than I wanted you.  It felt magical.  Like I could