Free Red Collar by Clarissa Cartharn Page B

dangerously closer to her. “I am your lover and you are my mistress. It’s time you learnt that fast.”
    She scissored back, her pulse racing, her emotions caught up in a confounding storm again. She despised the man but each time she confronted him, she’d lose herself in his spellbinding gaze. She fought with her inner spirit, trying to convince herself she wasn’t attracted to him. She couldn’t be. He was an egotistical bastard, a narcissistic, pompous, self-centered…
    He pulled her hard to him, his mouth reached for her neck as he began kissing the end of her jaw-line, stimulating her erogenous zone. He cupped her buttocks and pinned her firmly against him, feeling his arousal against her tummy. A moan escaped her lips.
    “A beautiful, gorgeous, living Greek god,” she trailed in her thoughts.
     
    He pulled up her tee shirt, throwing it as far as he could. He made a mental note to dispose of it. He picked her up and she wound her legs around his hips as he carried her to his bed. He laid her gently on it, his eyes laden with a heated desire. He lowered himself down on her and cupped her breasts, kissing her nipples, tugging at it softly with his lips.
    He trailed her midriff with his mouth and nibbled at her pelvis. She squirmed delightfully under him, grazing his erection. He gave a low, growling moan.
    He fiddle d impatiently with her jeans, and finally pulled them off her slim legs with a little help from her. He stepped out of his clothes hurriedly in an eagerness to have her. He reached down to her dark curly mound and eased a finger into her wetness.
    She thrashed from the sensuality he was arousing in her. And when he replaced his fingers with his carnal mouth, she wound her fingers into his hair, forcing him to taste further into her.
    Finally, when he knew she couldn’t take it any more, he snaked up her length, and plunged into her, deep and fast until a spasm of sweet pleasure rocked their bodies into an erotic stillness.
     
    *****
     
    Kate moaned from an internal throb in her femininity. She last knew she had fallen asleep in the arms of the man she was forced to accept she had more emotions for than just despise.
    Her eye lids fluttered open t o find the night was all over. The amber rays of the twilight morning was pervading through the blinds of the bedroom. But the embers of their desire were still alive and burning.
    Clayton had nibbled down to her taut stomach and a wave of heat engulfed her body. He found the nub in the moist petals of her woman hood by the tip of his tongue and drove her body to a quivering height of pleasure-filled insanity.
    She moaned and trembled, completely under his power.
    “I want you, Kate,” he muttered. “You are mine. Only mine.” And he parted her legs with his thigh, pulling her closer to his hips.
    “I can’t let you go,” he breathed huskily. “Never again.” And he drove into her deep and hard, like a man possessed. “I’m sorry I can’t do more for you, Kate. But I waited so long… you made me wait so long,” he mumbled savagely.
    His words, entwined with his hard, invading length, burning her in her sensation as she moved in unison with his savage rhythm. Finally, they both let out a cry of intense pleasure, drowning into a sea of climactic bliss.
     
    *****
     
    “We need to arise, my sweet Kate,” he said, tenderly. “After I shower, and have breakfast, I would love to eat you all over again. But breakfast first. We need all the energy we need to maintain the stamina.”
    She blushed. They had sex all night last night, managing only with at least five hours of sleep.
    “Clayton,” she whispered. “What we did… it was a mistake.”
    Clayton swung his legs to the sides of the bed. “No, it wasn’t. H ow could it be when I wanted it? And so did you, so don’t deny it.”
    “We wanted it but that still doesn’t make it any less of a mistake.”
    He turned around at her and pulled her tightly into his arms. He held her hair