Page 38 of She Belongs to Me

I’d regret this. Of that I was certain, but it would be entirely different than I was used to, creating a reason to enjoy life.

The part of me determined to be a good girl scolded me profusely, but I ignored that side. I wasn’t certain if I’d really ever let go around anyone. Especially a man. I’d had no time. I’d found most men childish. I’d pretended as if I didn’t need passion.

Being in the same room with this man had proven otherwise.

He jerked me back against the tree, somewhere he could contain me.

As our lips collided, neither one of us taking the lead, he issued another series of growls. The husky sound permeated every synapse, fueling a hunger I hadn’t known existed.

I should push him away. That was still there in the forefront of my mind, but his scent alone was so intoxicating I didn’t know if I had the strength. Every inch of the man was hard-bodied, his hold around my throat tight enough there wasn’t a chance I could move.

Being driven against a tree was primal in every way, the light stream of moonlight barely making it through the canopy of trees adding to the aura of being forbidden.

I felt the fingers of his other hand tugging at my tee shirt, easily yanking it up by several inches. Everything about the moment was explosive, pushing my mind to a realm I hadn’t known existed. I kneaded his chest, but the moment he thrust his tongue past my lips, I moaned into the kiss, sliding one arm around his neck.

I’d wanted to tangle my fingers in his curly, dark hair and I wasn’t disappointed. It was thick and heavy on my fingers and I couldn’t help myself, tugging until he groaned like some animal.

While he’d captured my mouth, refusing to let go as he kept me pinned to a tree, I ground my hips back and forth across his. I couldn’t think clearly or rationally and didn’t want to.

He was rough, digging his fingers into my skin, the bark from the tree smoother than most yet prickling my back through my tee shirt. The man was a smooth operator, easily able to rip off my shirt without losing a beat. I was shocked at his abilities. He obviously seduced women on a regular basis.

Did that make me jealous? Maybe. But not nearly as strong as the way he’d reacted seeing me with Romeo. The way his mouth now trailed kisses from one side of my jaw to the other pushed several moans up from my throat. But this game, his hunt wasn’t one he should win.

I don’t know how I managed it, but I maneuvered my hands so I could smash them against his chest. It wasn’t the force I used that altered his hold, but surprise. I used that to my advantage, kneeing him in the chest and racing away.

There was nothing at first. There were no sounds as I fled through the forest, the darkness now becoming oppressive. But I ran.

And laughed.

He growled and snarled.

This was a huge game to him and I couldn’t lie; I was enjoying it more than I should.

But it was obvious he knew the area much better than I did, laughing in a predatory fashion seconds before he captured me once again. His smoothness continued and somehow with my struggling and trying to shove him away, he managed to unfasten and remove my bra. How had that been possible?

I gasped when he threw both my arms over my head, easily grasping my wrists in one massive hand. I truly hadn’t allowed my mind to register just how large and muscular he was. Or maybe I’d feared allowing myself to become attracted.

Once again, he trailed a series of licks and kisses against my lips and jaw, biting down on my lower lip until I cried out. I was wet and hot all over, the heat on my face providing an understanding I was completely embarrassed. Could anyone hear or see us?

What did it honestly matter at this point?

He was far too hungry to allow me to continue the antics, every sound he made more like an animal than a human. I was mesmerized by his carnal needs, the way he was easily able to let go while I was panting in short bursts.

Except when he flicked his tongue back and forth across one already sensitive nipple, I couldn’t take it, letting off a scream that would rival any beast in the wild. “Oh, God. They’ll hear me.”

“What would that matter,uccello gioioso?” he asked in his deep, way too husky voice. He shifted to my other nipple, sucking as if he was able to taste something delicious and sinful.

“What did you call me?” I was so breathless writhing in his arms, I couldn’t recognize my voice. At all.

“Joyful bird.” He dragged his tongue between my breasts while I did everything I could to rip my arms from his hold. I longed to touch him as I’d done before, savoring every inch of his six-pack and muscular chest.

Crazy thoughts pushed into my mind. Was he hard-bodied everywhere, including his cock? I was blushing all over again, shocked I’d stooped this low in my resolve.

But there was nothing either one of us could do. We were attracted to each other like moths to a flame.

He licked and darted kisses down my stomach, the sensitivity forcing me to laugh nervously. His arms were long, but he was forced to let go of my wrists. Instead he placed a single finger against my lips.

“Do not try and get away or the things I will do to you will electrify your world.”