Attraction (Love & War, Part I) by Katrina Liss Page A

sofa.
    “Sounds good,
but before that, there's one little thing I've gotta do. Come
here.” He beckoned with his finger. He knew he was being really
forward and fast, but he wanted to imprint himself on her before
Ashton monopolised her tomorrow.
    That thought
at the forefront of his mind, he placed his wine down swiftly, and
reached out and pulled her towards him by her wrist.
    He slipped his
hand around her tiny waist, his heart rate increasing, rapidly. Her
warmth and softness settled against his body, and a surge of acute
desire flooding through him. There wasn't one part of him that
wasn't instantly steaming and alive and so very aware of her.
    “Thanks for
inviting me round, beautiful.” His eyes captured hers.
    She did crazy,
wild things to him. Just looking at her set him off.
    “You're very
welcome. Very.” She took a sip of her wine and then put it down,
pointedly. Her face was flushed and he could feel heat coming off
her in a wave.
    His hand
reached up to her hair. Messing it up a little, and grabbing a
handful, he tipped her head back and angled her face up to his.
    As his mouth
touched hers, her eyes closed and a tiny sigh left her lips. He
pulled her closer, anchoring her head and body tightly against his.
Her slender arms wound themselves around his back, her fingertips
pressing into his skin though the thin fabric of his shirt. His
tongue gently probed inside her mouth and she responded, opening
up, with the sweetest slip of her tongue over his.
    He lost
himself from that first moment in her arms. Time stood still and
everything else in the world disappeared. All he could feel, smell
and taste was her... and it was beautiful beyond words. He caressed
the nape of her neck and her ears with his fingers, feeling his way
around. Her hand slipped up his back, and his spine tingled in
reaction to her touch. As her warm palm came to rest on his head
and her fingers spread wide on his skull he hovered at that point
of wanting far more than he should after five minutes of her
company. He pulled away, his whole body protesting with his
actions. Although he really wanted this, he didn't want to spoil
things by pushing too fast.
    “Better go
sit, hmm?”
    “Strange, but
I don't want to anymore.” She said breathily, looking directly into
his eyes, in such a heart stopping way he almost lost his wits and
his self control.
    “Nor do I, but
I think we should.”
    They picked up
the wine glasses and the pizza box and moved across to the larger
sofa.
    She sunk into
the mound of cushions at one end, semi lying down very seductively,
resting her arm on the back of the sofa. He sat at the other end,
getting comfortable, in his best manly pose, kicking off his shoes,
and resting one of his legs over hers.
    “How was your
dinner with Ash?” he probed, picking up another sublime slice.
    She took a sip
of her wine. “Okay. He's good company.”
    “How do you
feel about him?” What the hell was he saying? Why bring this up?
The words slipped out before he could stop them.
    “Not that
interested.”
    “Are you sure?
Most women are very interested.”
    “I'm not most
women.”
    “I can't
believe you don't feel something.”
    She sighed.
“You want my honest feelings, the nitty-gritty truth?”
    “Yeah, I
do.”
    “He has his
positives...I find him very attractive physically. His looks turn
me on. He's polite and beautifully spoken, I like that. I think he
has a nice sense of humour and I do find him interesting to talk
to. But he has a lot of negatives...he's spoilt, overly
controlling, manipulative, very single minded and probably quite
selfish. I don't think he has much on his mind other than getting
me in his bed. I expect I'm an amusing challenge for him.”
    “Well that was honest.”
    “I'm an honest
woman.”
    “I like that.
Tell me something more about yourself. About your family?”
    “I'm twenty
seven, and have a degree in law. A single child. My mum and dad are
both teachers. I've got Irish, English