Wicked Pleasure by Nina Bangs Page A

Brynn’s size and shape, his features, but his essence had become something else, something totally . . . No, that didn’t make sense. She blinked, and then blinked again. Nothing changed. She drew in a deep breath, trying to balance her disbelief with what was standing right in front of her. He’d become a totally sexual creature right in front of her it-ain’t-happening eyes.
    His hair. The lamplight, the pale daylight streaming through the arrow slits, all faded, leaving only the glory of Brynn’s hair framing his face. Not blond. It was hot summer sunlight, the kind that made her sweat as she tried to pull her clinging clothes away from her damp body. The kind that made her want to run naked in it, letting the air flow over her and the warmth sink into every inch of exposed skin. The kind that tempted her to lie in the cool grass, open her legs, and let the heat touch her there . Kim’s body clenched around the imagined sensation.
    Heavy-lidded, he watched her from eyes that shone knowing and wicked, that promised he could slide his fingers across her bared body, touch her with his mouth in ways that would make her cry out with need. She allowed her senses a silent scream at the awesome possibilities.
    She couldn’t hold his gaze, so she lowered her attention to his mouth. Deliberately, he gripped his bottom lip between his teeth and then released it. He smiled, a slow erotic suggestion, daring her to accept his sensual invitation, to cover his mouth with hers, to smooth her tongue over the soft sheen of that lip.
    Kim tried to turn away from his in-your-face seduction. She couldn’t. What did that say about her? And where had this whole scene come from? No sexy buildup, no conversational foreplay, just wham. It didn’t make sense.
    â€œUh, well, thanks for putting Fo back together again. Um, I guess I’ll see you later.” From the deepening glow in his spectacular eyes, Kim guessed that she’d be seeing a lot more of him now than later. God, what to say? This was out of her realm of experience. Hey, demon destroying was easy compared to this.
    â€œLet yourself go, Kim. Live the moment.” He pulled his white T-shirt over his head in one smooth motion, exposing a wide expanse of muscular chest. “My hands, my mouth, my body, can bring you physical pleasure you’ve never dreamed you could experience.”
    â€œSure. Lots of pleasure. Got it.” This is wrong. He’s a sleaze. Next he’ll probably hand you his business card listing his hourly rates. Throw him out . Kim’s brain was issuing orders with machine gun rapidity, but her body wasn’t paying much attention. It was otherwise engaged. Her eyes had dropped to where his fingers were unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them, along with his briefs, down powerful thighs and legs. Somewhere along the way he’d rid himself of his shoes. Her mouth was hanging open, and commands to her jaw were being ignored. The rest of her body? All remaining body parts thought he was totally ripped and wanted to get on with the physical pleasure thing.
    Ignoring her wide-eyed and slack-jawed response, he strode to her bed and lay down. With his hands clasped behind his head, he studied her. “Come to me. Enjoy my body. Use me in any way you wish. There’s nothing I won’t do to please you.”
    Nothing? Absolutely nothing? She’d always wanted to . . . Kim mentally slapped herself upside her head. Stay focused.
    In a moment of lucidity, she noted that his voice had changed. It had deepened to a husky murmur, a sexual temptation to join him on her bed and explore his muscular expanse of smooth flesh and hard body. His speech pattern seemed from an older time, but it only made him more sensual.
    Kim swallowed with an audible gulp. She was torn between making a cowardly dash for the door and flinging herself onto the bed for a shot at living la vida loca . This was beyond bizarre. But while