Free Instinctive by Cathryn Fox Page B

get out of here.”
    “Why?”
    He pulled her against him. Turmoil flashed in his green eyes. “Because if you don’t, I’m going to ravish you. And I don’t think it’s in your best interests,” he said with quiet certainty.
    She gulped air. “What is in my best interest?”
    His lips hovered over hers, and she got a heady whiff of aged scotch. “Leave town.”
    That took her by surprise, especially after the sexy voyeur game he’d played with her. She crinkled her nose, wondering what was going on. Why was he suddenly pushing her away? “You want me to leave?”

    “Yes. It’s for your own good.” He pulled her in tighter, his actions seeming to contradict his words.
    “It doesn’t seem like it’s for your good,” she said, stating the obvious as his hard cock pressed into her stomach.
    His nostrils flared again, and he growled into her mouth. “Tonight, Jaclyn. Leave tonight.”
    God, the steady way he held and touched her made her feel so edgy, so out of control. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted any other man, which gave credence to her logic to stay away, because sleeping with him wasn’t conducive to her new image. Then again, the phone sex hadn’t helped either. But the fire that brewed between her legs and the way her birthmark began to burn and sizzle urged her to answer the demands of her body.
    Just once.
    Just for tonight.
    Then tomorrow she’d get back on track.
    She had no idea what possessed her to say it, but without censoring her thoughts she said, “But you haven’t been properly punished yet.”
    His hands fisted. His jaw clenched. She could feel his heart pounding so hard against his rib cage, she was sure it was going to burst wide-open.
    “And I’m just the girl to do it,” she added.
    “Oh, fuck, Jaclyn. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”
    She thrust her pelvis forward. “Maybe we should be thinking about what you could be getting yourself into.”
    The invitation in her voice seemed to unleash something wild
inside him. His hardened expression changed and took on a resigned look. Gone was his will to push her away.
    “Come with me.” He roughly shackled her arms and pulled her deeper into the alleyway. A moment later she found herself cutting through the deserted park with him, taking a shortcut back to his place.
    Silence hovered in the air as he guided her through his back door. They entered the kitchen, where he reached into his cupboard and poured them both a stiff drink of scotch. Jaclyn definitely wanted something stiff. But scotch wasn’t what she had in mind.
    A sliver of moonlight outside the window provided sufficient light for her to see him in the dimly lit room. She shook almost uncontrollably as she watched him recap the bottle and put it away. There was something very sensual in the way he moved, she decided. He turned back to face her and pushed the glass into her hand.
    “Drink,” he said.
    “Thanks.” She took a small sip. As the liquid burned a path down her throat, she watched him, noting how he never once took his dark, seductive gaze from hers as he downed his glass in one gulp.
    “Thirsty?” she questioned, barely able to keep her voice from shaking and her body from quaking as she hungered for him with an intensity that both scared the hell out of her and excited her just the same.
    “Yup.” He put his glass down and stalked closer. He took her glass from her and put it aside; then he grabbed her firmly by the
hips and backed her up against the wall. Slyck breathed a kiss over her mouth and surfed his lips over her cheek. “But the only thing that is going to quench my thirst is your sweet cream, Jaclyn.”
    She gave a broken gasp. Overwhelmed by need, she opened her mouth in invitation. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. Her nails bit into his shoulders as their tongues tangled and thrashed. His mouth went to her neck and he breathed in her perfume.
    “You smell so fucking good.”
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