Captured By You: A One Night of Passion Novella by Beth Kery Page A

draped around her shoulder. She looked up at him, his face just inches from hers. “I know I’ll remember the way you looked when you got out of that lake until my dying day. But I want to remember perfectly how you feel, too.” His lips brushed against hers. “I don’t ever want to forget how you smell and”—his tongue dipped into her mouth, a wet, elusive tease—“how you taste.”

Chapter Seven
    Excitement shot through her at his words and sexy caress. She put her free hand at the back of his head and pulled him down to her, pressing her mouth to his, shaping their lips together. He groaned in approval of her hunger and took command of the kiss, spearing her lips with his tongue and boldly exploring her mouth. He pulled her closer, his male hardness and heat tempting her beyond measure. She returned his kiss avidly, sliding her tongue against his, applying a focused suction that made his throat vibrate in a growl. He broke their kiss and set her mug on the coffee table.
    “What are you—
Chance!
” she exclaimed loudly when he stood, bent down and lifted her into his arms like she weighed as much as a grocery sack. Heat flooded her cheeks. Sherona didn’t consider herself to be overweight at all, but let’s face it—she wasn’t a delicate little thing. She was five feet nine inches with some fairly liberal curves.
    “Chance,
please
put me down,” she begged as he stalked through her living room toward the hallway. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
    He laughed, his white teeth flashing in the dim hallway. A sexual thrill went through her. He looked a little dangerous here in the shadows.
    “Hurt myself carrying
you
? You don’t weigh a thing.” He paused outside the first door on the left. “This one?”
    “No, the next,” she said dazedly. He entered her bedroom and set her down at the edge of the bed. Before she could recover completely, he swooped down and planted a scorching kiss on her mouth that left her flustered all over again.
    “I’ve carried packs up the Himalayas that weighed twice what you do,” he said next to her lips a moment later, nipping at her in a completely distracting fashion.
    “I’m not exactly Tinker Bell,” she muttered as she nibbled him back.
    “No, you’re not,” he said, standing. She caught the flash of his grin and saw him lunge toward her bedside lamp to turn it to a low setting. He turned back to her. “You’re built just the way a woman should be.” His hot, appreciative gaze left her feeling flushed. “Are you going to tell me you don’t know you have the body of a bona fide goddess, Sherona Legion?”
    She blinked at his teasing, challenging tone. The truth was, she
did
like her body just fine. Not enough to share with anyone lately, though. In fact, she only had two serious love affairs to her credit, and neither of those lovers had made her anywhere near as aware of her body as Chance had from the first.
    “I watched you before you realized you were being observed when you were swimming,” Chance said in a low voice, taking a step toward her. “You like yourself, Sherona. You’re comfortable with yourself. It was the most compelling thing about those photos.”
    Sherona couldn’t think of what to say. Her throat had gone dry. The sound of his voice mesmerized her.
    “I also think you liked me seeing you. It gave you a jolt to know that I was staring at your beautiful face and your long legs and your sweet, round hips and your lovely, wet breasts. You liked knowing you had me at your mercy, didn’t you?”
    She swallowed with difficulty. She could tell by the tilt of his eyebrow that he expected an answer.
    “Yes,” she said throatily.
    He smiled. “There’s no shame in that. Why shouldn’t a goddess glory in her beauty?” He sat on the edge of the bed next to her. “Would it please you to know you were pleasing me, Sherona?” he asked softly. She looked at him and nodded helplessly. “Then stand up and take off all your