To Claim His Heir by Christmas(10)

'My jet is the other way, angel,' he drawled, as if her defiance had not only been expected but he found her as cute as a button because of it.

The urge to kick him made her rapidly freezing feet twitch.

Angel …  He'd never called her that before. He must have sharpened his sinful seduction skills over the past few years. It was crazy for her to wish he'd only ever been hers. Just as she'd only ever been his. Crazy. Men needed sex every day, didn't they? This man certainly had. Up close to him like this, it was easy to remember the long, sultry days and hot nights. Twisted sheets damp with sweat. Sticky skin and the musky scent of their passion lingering in the air as he was controlled by a dark atavistic need to mark her again and again. The slight soreness that only made them desperate for more. Insatiable. Never getting enough.                       
       
           



       

The base of her abdomen clenched; her core twisted with want.

Oh, this was bad. Really, really bad.

'Thane, let me go,' she demanded, cursing inwardly at the feathery panting that accompanied her words. 'I'm not joking. This is not funny. I'm not coming with you and you can't make me.'

His dark eyes glittered with challenge and her blood thrummed through her veins. She was scandalous-that was what she was.

'You and I both know I can and I will. So, are you going to walk or will I have to carry you over my shoulder?' he asked, his rich velvet voice doing nothing to hide the steely threat of his words.

Problem was, her heavy breasts chose that exact moment to glory in being crushed against him, and when a fleck of snow landed on his nose she had the strangest impulse to lick it off.

'Thane … ' Lord, was that her voice? That breathless, wanton plea?

'Luciana … ' he drawled, in a tone that said Please be reasonable about this.

It inched her temper into the red zone.

'Don't fight this. Don't fight me. You don't want to go back there.'

'But I do want to go back, Thane.'

'No, angel. You don't.'

Argh!

'I'll scream and that man over there will come running. I guarantee it.'

His mouth tipped at the corner in a devilish smirk. 'Go ahead and I will smother that gorgeous mouth of yours.'

A gasp hit the back of her throat. 'You wouldn't dare.'

'Want to find out?' he growled.

Shameful excitement made her heart thump frenetically. 'No, I don't,' she said, though her voice sounded like a flagrant whimper to her. So she strove for forceful. 'Definitely not. Now, let go of me.'

He tutted and shook his head. 'Try again, Luciana. And if you say it like you mean it, I just might.'

Ooh, he'd asked for this.

Writhing in his hold, she pushed and shoved at his chest, drew in a lungful of air for the scream building in her throat …

And his mouth crashed over hers, taking his words from threat to carnal promise.

Oh, hell. Don't kiss him back. Don't you dare.

Within seconds he'd captured her in his invisible force field, energy swirling, flowing around them like a mini-cyclone, and her breath unwound on a blissful sigh.

He cradled her to him with one hand cupping her nape and the other splayed at the small of her back, hauling her up against his hard groin as he tilted his head and ravished her mouth as if he owned her body and soul.

Wicked was the flavour that flooded her mouth. So sinful and debauched he was. Bad to the bone. And when he stroked past her lips with a teasing flick and then a languorous lick of his tongue, that was it. She melted against him-all molten lava. Followed the sculpted line of his shoulders with her greedy hands up the column of his neck and slipped them beneath his ears, into his hair. Hair she fisted, making him growl long and low, the sound vibrating through her on a violent tremor.

The earth was moving, she was sure. Then she figured out why when he lifted her high and coaxed her legs around his waist. Luciana wrapped herself around him and hooked her ankles at the small of his back until there wasn't a sliver of air between them. He palmed the rounded swells of her bottom, squeezing her to him, and the erotic sensation of his thick hard erection nudging her lace panties made her sex throb and weep. He felt shockingly good and she whimpered, shivered.

Though that might also have been because she was wet, soaked to her skin. But he seemed to know what she needed, and when warmth suffused her and he sat down … somewhere … she straddled his muscular legs, cuddling closer to burrow into his heat.

Never leaving her mouth, he tore at her sodden coat, yanking it down her arms, and then his hot hands were back, sliding up her cool bare legs, pushing her dress up to ruck it around her thighs. And when those depraved fingers dug into the flesh of her bottom, pulling her panties indecently tight, the tug and rub of lace against her swollen folds made her cry out.

Survival instincts kicking in, she tore her lips free and dragged air into her lungs. Took a mind-numbing rush of his potent scent too. And that made her woozy. Impelled her to arch her back in a promiscuous plea for him to nuzzle her throat.                       
       
           



       

'Luciana … '

His lush, moist kisses fell on her skin like rain on drought-stricken ground and she soaked up every caress, thirsting for more. It had been so long since she'd been touched, since this man had touched her. So wonderful. Such naughty, amoral bliss.

'Thane … '

Dipping her head, she searched for his mouth and he dusted his lips over hers, teasing her cruelly. He tasted of pure virile masculinity, undiluted power. Passion and heat and lust and Thane.

Needing to touch, she ripped at the top buttons of his shirt, relishing his raspy curse and the sound of fabric tearing, and dived into the space she'd made, smoothing over his collarbone. Felt his heart beat a rapid staccato against her palm.

'Hot,' she whispered past his lips. 'So hot.'

His chest rumbled with a reply and yet she didn't hear a word, because a weird whooshing noise was blowing through her brain. Before she could grasp the why and the how, he scraped his stubble up the curve of her jaw in a sensual graze, making her tremble and rock her achingly heavy pelvis against him. Wanting his hardness inside her so, so badly.

When he let loose a feral moan from deep in his throat she did it again. And again. Her frenzied elation ratcheted up when his thumb slipped around her hip to find her sweet spot unerringly and apply just the right amount of pressure to take her to the edge of an almighty orgasm and hold her there.

'Thane, please.'

'Dios, Luciana …  No bed in here, angel. But I want you to come for me. Hard. I want to hear you cry out my name like you used to.'

'Yes. Yes … '

Hold on.

Here? No bed in here?

He circled that tight knot of needy nerves and it took everything she had not to tumble into the abyss.

Her lashes were fluttering and her surroundings came to her in flashes. Cream leather seats. Small windows. Like a … like a private jet. And … were they moving?

Moving?

Luciana jerked backwards, dislodging his hand, blinking frantically, prising her eyes wide, her gaze darting here there and everywhere.

'What … ? Where … ? How … ?'

She was the only one who was confused and disorientated, she noticed. Because the man whose lap she straddled simply sat there, his chest heaving from their passionate antics, cheeks streaked with colour, watching her with an insufferable blend of satisfaction and wariness.

Down she came, back to earth with shattering intensity. And how she didn't raise her hand and slap his face she'd never know.

'You … you bastard.'

Wrenching free, she tumbled backwards off his knee and landed in a messy, graceless heap. Still trembling from the erotic turbulence.

Thane lurched forward in a move to help.

'Don't you dare touch me.' Tears of frustration and anger pooled in her eyes.

Cautiously, he eased back into his chair, a deep V slashing the space between his brows. The look on her face must have said it all, she realised, since this was the first time he'd backed off at her word.

Somehow she clambered to her feet and stood tall before him, sweeping her palms down her black sheath, trying to cover as much of herself as she could before that horrid, vulnerable feeling of being exposed and raw threatened to strip her flesh from her bones.

Fury and self-disgust roiled inside her. Didn't diminish even when she saw a flicker of doubt and unease pass over his face. Though he soon banked it. It didn't matter. She would make him rue this day if it was the last thing she did.

'Luciana-'

'No. Don't speak to me.'

Spine pin-straight, she walked towards the other large leather recliner, trying to wrap her mind around her new predicament. What on earth was she going to do now? She-

A thought slammed into her, and she whirled back on a swirling spin of dizzying dread. 'My bag,' she said, unable to hide the panic in her voice. 'Where's my handbag?'

He was staring out of the small window, rubbing his mouth with the inside of his finger. 'Sit down, Luciana, we are about to take off.'

'No, dammit, I won't!'

Shucking off his wet jacket, he kept his eyes averted. 'Did you leave it in the car?'

Oh, God.

Her stomach pitched as the jet lifted off the runway, and she grabbed the back of the chair to keep from crumpling to the carpet.