Deadly Liaisons. Elle James

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      He nodded and pointed at the ground. “Gravel and grass. We’re on the edge of the parking area. I was out at Creed’s rental car, trying to charge my cell phone, for what it’s worth.”

      “You won’t get a signal.”

      “I gathered that.” He hooked an arm around her waist and guided her slowly across the boundary of grass and gravel to the walkway that led to the front porch.

      “Would it be undignified to hug the porch rails?” she said with a nervous laugh.

      “If it makes you feel better, go ahead.”

      She hesitated, then slipped her arm around his waist and hugged him. “No, really. I’m okay now.” But she didn’t move out of his embrace.

      He was glad. Nova liked how she felt against him, her body warm, curvy and soft in all the best places.

      After a quick accounting of persons in each room, starting with Nicole, Molly was finally satisfied that all her guests were tucked in bed or in the shared bathroom, not out wandering around in the fog.

      “See? All here and accounted for.” Casanova stood at the top of the landing, reluctant to leave her.

      She twisted her fingers together, not making a move to go to her own bed. “I guess I was hearing things. Who else would be out there at this time in the fog?”

      “Perhaps it’s your ghost.”

      She smiled, the light absent from her eyes. “I never really saw any ghosts.”

      “You said you had an open mind. Perhaps it was picking up on someone from the past.”

      “I hope so. If someone really did fall over that cliff...” Her body trembled. “I’d hate to think I did nothing to help.”

      “Well, try to get some sleep.” He bent and brushed his lips across hers, thinking only a little taste and he’d head to his own bed on the fold-out couch below. As soon as his mouth touched hers, he realized how wrong he was. As it was before, one little kiss wasn’t enough.

      Her arms circled behind his neck, drawing him closer, her tongue darting between his teeth to claim his. He didn’t fight it, falling into her without thought of tomorrow or all the demons that had plagued him since his time in the jungle. For the first time in years, he didn’t think about Sophia, his focus on Molly and her delectable tongue, her shapely body pressed against his.

      He ran a hand down her side, cupping the full, rounded flesh of her bottom, melding her pelvis to his, rubbing her against the stiff erection straining to be free of his jeans.

      When at last he raised his head to stare down at the beautiful blonde, her green eyes shone up at him in the dimly lit hallway, her lips swollen from his kiss. He didn’t want it to end there. Nothing short of taking her could be enough and he doubted that would take the edge off this particular hunger.

      Part of him prayed she’d turn and walk away. The other half silently screamed hallelujah when she took his hand and led him into her bedroom.

      Another door slammed in the hallway as Molly closed her door behind her.

      “I just want you to know I don’t usually invite strange men into my bedroom.” She leaned against the panel, biting on her lower lip, as if not sure what to do next.

      Casanova knew exactly what to do next. “So noted.” He swept the back of his knuckles along the curve of her jaw and down the length of her long, smooth neck, the path continuing to the swell of her breasts beneath the cardigan. With quick, efficient movements, he released the buttons one at a time and pushed the heather-gray sweater over her shoulders.

      Following his lead, she unbuttoned his cotton shirt and, standing on her toes, shoved it over his shoulders, tugging the tails free of his jeans.

      His groin tightened, and his member throbbed against the long, hard zipper pushing against it. He wanted to rip his clothes off and then hers, and slam into her, riding her like a wild man until his thirst was slaked and he regained control.

      But those deep green eyes looked up at him with heated lust and a great deal of trust. If he wanted this woman—all of her—he’d have to take it slow or else he’d scare her off like a skittish deer in the woods.

      Biting back the urge to plunge into her, he tugged the hem of her silky rose-colored blouse out of her pants and lifted it up over her head, tossing it to the side.

      She wore a lace demi-bra that half covered each breast, pushing them up into luscious mounds, ripe for tasting.

      He bent to kiss one rounded swell, cupping his hand beneath to lift it, squeeze it and pinch the budded nipple beneath the fabric.

      “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, nipping the tip of her breast through the lace.

      “Shh. Don’t talk. Just feel.” She reached behind her and unclasped the catch, releasing the ends and letting the straps slide down her arms.

      Casanova leaned back far enough to let the garment drop to the floor, then swooped in to take the tasty bud between his lips and suck it into his mouth.

      She gasped, drew in a quick lungful of air and held it, her body stiff as he lavished his tongue across the bud, flicking, nipping and teasing it even tighter before he switched attention to the other.

      Molly pulled at the rivet on his jeans, releasing the metal button. Slowly, she slipped the zipper down over the hard ridge, careful not to catch his skin in the metal teeth.

      Since he preferred going commando, his erection sprang free into her hand, hard, straight and pulsing. When she wrapped her hands around it, he moaned and pushed into her grip.

      All thoughts of taking it slow rushed from his head. Nova slid his hands over her rounded bottom, cupped the backs of her thighs, lifted and carried her to the bed in the middle of the room, settling her on the edge.

      He hesitated, though it killed him to. “Are you sure?”

      She pressed a finger to his lips. “Remember? Don’t talk.” Molly lay back, unbuttoned her jeans, and shimmied out of them and the skimpy panties she had on beneath.

      Nova frowned, trying to understand her reasoning until the jeans hit the floor. With her naked body lying on the mattress in front of him, reason became the last thing on his mind as he leaned over her, pinning her wrists above her head.

      He claimed her lips in a searing kiss she returned with equal intensity that sent fire burning through his veins to culminate in his groin. His member stiffened and he nudged her opening, anxious to enter her, but not too mindless to not think of protection. When he came up for air, he let go of her wrists and reached into his back pocket for his wallet, flipped it open and removed the foil packet he always carried.

      Molly took the packet from his hands and laid it to the side on the bed and then sat up, pressing her lips to his chest, her hands gliding down his back to cup his buttocks. She slipped out of the bed and dropped to her knees, her mouth making a slow descent to the throbbing evidence of his raging desire.

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