Stealing Gold (The Logan Series Book 4) by Sally Clements Page B

they’d won the lottery.” She wrapped her hand around his wrist. “They
signed the agreement, and I left. I haven’t seen or heard from them in a
decade. My real name is Stacy Harmon.” She laughed, but there was no joy in the
sound. “I haven’t spoken my own name in ten years either.” She glanced back at
him. “Do you hate me now?”
    He
couldn’t hate her if he tried. Hell, he was finding it difficult not to love
her. He stroked her cheekbone. “Why would I hate you?” he whispered.
    “Because
I lied. Because I’m not who you think I am.” Her gaze dropped to his mouth,
then flicked to his eyes again. The look in them, so raw, so exposed, stole his
breath.
    “You
lied. But you’re who I think you are. You’re who I’ve always known you were.”
    Adam
pushed the hair from her shoulder. Stroked it away to leave her neck exposed.
He propped himself on his elbow, and pressed his mouth to the vertebrae bump on
the top of her spine, feeling her shiver.
    Her
scent filled his senses. Every taste of her was intoxicating. In one fluid
movement, he kissed open mouthed the long, creamy column of her neck, teasing
her earlobe between his teeth, then continuing down the corded muscles to lick
her clavicle.
    Her
hand gripped his wrist, and she forced her head back with a sound half sigh,
half moan.
    She
was wearing a jersey top that crossed over at her breasts. He pushed the
clinging fabric from her shoulder along with the pale pink silk bra strap, and
curved his hand around her shoulder as he continued to kiss every newly exposed
inch.
    She
twisted in his arm, until they were chest to chest. Eye to eye. Mouth to mouth.
    Her
hands moved to his neck, and then she was kissing him back. Passionately,
desperate and fevered. There was no stopping, no putting this genie back into
the bottle. With a groan, Adam stripped off her top and unhooked her bra, then
tore off his T-shirt so they were skin to skin.
    God,
he’d missed her so much.
    “I
missed you.” Her murmured words fanned the flames, and when he cupped her
breasts, she arched her back and pressed them harder into his hands.
    He
rolled her stiffened nipples between his fingers, bent his head to suck one
into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the peak then sucking strongly. She
was talking, urging him on, shifting on the sheets, unable to keep still.
    He
stroked from upper arms to wrists, loving the small sounds she made in
response. and focused on tasting every single inch of her.
    *****
    She
was a coward. There was more to tell, but with Adam’s mouth tracing a line
across her ribcage and stomach, talking was well and truly off the agenda. The
rest of the story didn’t matter anyway—she’d signed away her old life when she’d
changed her name—had become reborn that day. She was Stacy Gold now, nothing in
her past could touch her anymore.
    She
wanted to spear her fingers through Adam’s hair, to caress the dark strands,
but his hold on her wrists was absolute. Dominant. Hot as hell.
    No-one
made her feel like this. His head edged lower, and she parted her legs to allow
him access to her core. His hot breath feathered over her as he pressed his mouth
to the silk covering her.
    “That
feels incredible.”
    He
released her wrists, and moved her thighs even further apart. Looked up, with a
smile on his face at odds with the dark intensity in his eyes.
    She
arched her back. His smile widened—turned wicked. Then he peeled off her
panties, and settled between her thighs.
    He
blew across her fevered skin. Touched her with his fingers and his tongue. Made
her desperate for more. By the time he sheathed himself and entered her, her
hands were gripping his torso tight, and her face was buried in his neck.
    Her
legs wound around him—her pelvis tilted to bring him deeper.
    “Kiss
me.”
    She
obeyed his hoarse command, loving the feel of his raspy chin against her own.
Their eyes were open as they started to move in perfect synchronicity. This.
This was what