Free Too Proud to be Bought by Sharon Kendrick Page A

sea and the sunlight, the fragrant air and the sensual softening of Nikolai’s lips? Wasn’t this one of those perfect moments which stayed in your mind for ever, no matter what happened afterwards? ‘So do I,’ she said truthfully.
    He felt the wild kick of desire as he pulled her into his arms, remembering that she felt even better than she looked. All warm and soft and instantly accessible—with her windswept hair loose and spilling over her shoulders in silken disarray. With his thumb he traced the outline of her lips and when they began to tremble he bent his head and claimed them with his own.
    The kiss was hard and urgent and a powerful jerkof desire arrowed through him as he inhaled her scent of roses and suncream. They kissed until there was no breath left and he pulled away from her, trying to regain some of the customary control which had momentarily deserted him.
    ‘I’ve been wanting to do that to you all day,’ he said unevenly.
    ‘Ha-have you?’
    ‘You know damned well I have. And more. Much more. Shall I show you how much?’
    ‘No.’ Her tongue snaked out over her lips. ‘We…shouldn’t.’
    His laugh was unsteady. ‘You little liar. You want this just as much as I do.’
    His hand starfished over her breast and she heard a ragged sound of pleasure as he slipped his hand inside her dress to capture the aching mound beneath. That was
her,
she realised with a shock. She who was moaning softly as if she were in pain. She who gasped as his fingertips began to rub at one sensitised nipple through her bra.
    ‘Nikolai—’ With an effort, she tried to articulate another word. ‘We …’
    ‘Da.
We seem to make a habit of making out in cars,’ he said, pushing the awry hair out of her face. ‘Let me look at you.’
    ‘But I can’t look at
you.
I can’t see your face properly,’ she whispered, reaching up to remove the wrap-around sunglasses and then dropping them onto the dashboard. For a moment she gazed into the pale blue eyes but, blackened with lust, there was no hint of his feelings in their frozen depths.
    ‘Is that better?’ he demanded.
    She nodded. ‘Much better.’
    ‘Then you are very easily pleased. Believe me, it’s going to get better still,
milaya moya.’
Dipping his head, he began to kiss her again as she wound her arms around his neck like some sexy kind of cobra and he felt the slide of her tongue as it moved into his mouth and slicked against his own. It was nothing a woman hadn’t done to him before but he could never remember feeling quite such an urgent shaft of lust before.
    He heard her make another little moan of pleasure as he put his hand on her knee and he smiled with anticipation as she gave an impatient little wriggle of her hips. Fingers now sliding to her thighs, he felt them part for him instantly and he traced tiny circles there until she was almost incoherent with pleasure, gripping onto him as if she feared she might float away. She was ready, he thought, his heart racing with the heady anticipation of sexual release. Briefly, his fingertips tiptoed over the scorching moistness of her panties and he heard her bite back a little yelp before suddenly shattering the spell by wriggling away from him.
    ‘Nikolai!’
    Dazedly, he stared at her from between opaque eyes as she sat with her back pressed up against the car door. ‘What’s wrong? ‘
    ‘We’ve got …’ She sucked in a shuddering breath and then let it out again. ‘We’ve got to stop!’
    ‘But you don’t want me to stop.’
    Frantically, Zara shook her head. Of course she didn’t want him to stop—or, at least, her body didn’t want him to—but neither did she want him making love to her in broad daylight, either.
    ‘Just look where we
are,’
she whispered.
‘Look!
Anybody could see us.’
    ‘But I am very dextrous,
angel moy,’
he said softly.
    ‘And
very
discreet. I could bring you to orgasm underneath that little dress of yours and nobody but us would know I was doing