Surrender by Tawny Taylor Page B

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    “Kameron?” I answered, unsure why he’d said my name.
    “Stop me. Stop me now.”
    I didn’t want to, dammit. I wasn’t even sure if I could.
    “That’s an order,” he said with a little more force.
    I lifted a hand to his chest, flattened it. I could feel his heart pounding through his clothes, the swift rise and fall of his breaths. His shirt was soft under my touch, but beneath that lay tight sinew and firm muscle. My fingertip found something small and hard. I explored that sharp little thing, running my fingertip back and forth across it, and Kameron sucked in a gasp.
    “That’s not helping.” It was a growl. Low and sexy and full of danger.
    I couldn’t help giggling. I felt powerful and powerless at the same time. With the mere flick of a fingertip I could make this large, strong, dangerous man quake. But at the same time, I was falling under the spell of the lust blossoming inside of me. In no time it would overpower me. I could feel it.
    “Miss Barnes,” he repeated. He hadn’t moved. Neither had I. We were both frozen in place. I was warring with myself, trying to will my arm to move, trying to convince my muscles to contract so I could push him back. It wasn’t working. “Abigail.”
    “Yes, sir?” Even to my own ears, my voice sounded heavy and laced with need.
    His words echoed in my head. There was something about you. I . . . wanted you .
    He groaned, jerked me toward him, and kissed me.
    Instantly, my body flamed with need.
    I whimpered, my lips parting, and his tongue slipped inside, filling my mouth with his sweet, intoxicating flavor. It caressed mine. His lips gliding smoothly. His hands exploring my back, fingers curling around the back of my jacket.
    “Dammit,” he whispered between thrusts of his tongue. The kiss was becoming more intense, as the ripples of heat spreading through me grew in strength. There was no way I could stop it now. Absolutely none. I surrendered to my weakness and grabbed two fists full of his hair, making sure he wouldn’t stop either.
    My tongue tangled with his. And his hands reached down, cupped my ass. In a single heartbeat, he unbuckled my belt, lifted me off the seat, and plunked me down on his lap, legs straddling his hips. I ground my throbbing center against the bulge in his pants, wishing there were no clothes between us. I ached for him to fill me, to stroke away the burning need deep inside.
    Releasing his hair, I reached down and tried to pull his shirt off, but I couldn’t. He wasn’t letting me. His hands were busy too. Moving up my sides, fingertips grazing the outsides of my covered breasts before cupping my face, holding me in place so he could deepen the kiss.
    Oh, how I loved the way he took control. I shuddered. I whimpered. I would have pleaded if I could speak. Responding to his kiss, my tissues swelled, clenching and unclenching. The scent of my desperation filled the air. I sucked in a deep breath, then let it out in a little huff when he fisted my hair and jerked my head back.
    “Must stop,” he grumbled against the base of my throat. His tongue flicked over my skin, and my right side was instantly coated in goose bumps.
    “No, please.” I rocked my hips back and forth to the pounding of my blood through my body. My fingers curled around leather, grasping it, holding on. “Please don’t stop. I want this. I want you.”
    One second I was on his lap, writhing, breathless, dizzy. And the next I was falling against the door. I was still breathless and dizzy, but he wasn’t touching me anymore.
    Angled over me, he said, “I meant what I said. You don’t have to—”
    “I want to.”
    “No.” His lips were gleaming, his face flushed. “I won’t do this to you. I won’t.” His voice softened as he added, “You deserve so much more, Abigail. A hell of a lot better than me.” He helped me return to a seminormal sitting position. “Whether you realize it now or not, believe me, I’m doing you a favor by