SILENT DESIRES

“Are you trying to say that if you had, you would have stayed? That you would not have rejected me so publicly and treated me like the kiss meant nothing to you?” Tess asked.

His face was tight with frustration, but he did not answer. Probably because a truthful answer would put him even further in the wrong.

“I didn’t think so,” she said, sounding every bit as cynical as the women who had mocked her at the party.

In a move that shocked her, he reached out and pulled her to him. “That is in the past. This is now. We begin from here, Tess.”

Begin what exactly? She thought, not that she had enough time to think. She hated her treacherous body that longed to melt against him. “I’m not up to your speed.” She said, Miserably aware that it was too true, she tried to pull away. “I belong with someone like David.”

She stared in mesmerized fascination as his rage went nuclear. “You belong with me,” he said with lethal intensity. Then his mouth crashed down on hers.

She thought the kiss at the party had been hot, but it was nothing like this. Nothing.

Dash was branding her with his mouth. There was no other way to describe how his lips molded her own, the way his tongue forced entry into her too willing mouth. He tasted the same and yet different. No champagne to dilute the impact of the flavor that was uniquely him.

Hard masculine hands clamped to her waist and lifted. She landed plastered from lips to toe-tips against the ungiving contours of an aroused male body. He aligned her with him so that the evidence of his arousal was pressed into the apex of her thighs.

Sliding one hand to her bottom, he manipulated her so that his hardness teased the sensitive flesh of her femininity right through the layers of her clothes.

She’d never known anything so intimate in her life.

She tried to put some distance between them, but she had no leverage with her feet completely off the floor. His hold was too firm to wiggle out of his arms and her efforts in that direction only increased the strange sensations arcing through her from the friction at the juncture of her thighs.

He wrapped his arm around the small of her back and pressed her firmly against him while increasing the intimacy of their kiss. And she melted. Just like she’d done before. Unlike before, however, there was no voice to interrupt and Dash did not pull away.

The urgency in his kiss grew along with the rising passion in her.

She became aware of his hand on her thigh, under her dress. How had it gotten there? She should protest, but that would mean breaking the kiss. Besides, his hand on her bare skin felt good. Too good to fight.

Knowing fingers burned a trail of erotic caresses up the unprotected skin of her leg until they reached her bottom. He cupped her there and his mouth swallowed the sound of her shock.

Feelings so intense they frightened her coursed through every nerve ending.

She ached to touch him. She ached for more of his touch. She lost all sense of self-preservation in the face of such overwhelming pleasure and ran her hands over his face, his shoulders, his neck, everywhere she could reach from her position locked against him.

He groaned and moved.

She realized he’d backed up to lean against the vanity when one of her feet bumped the cabinet. He pressed her legs apart and over his thighs, pushing the hard ridge of his arousal into impossibly intimate contact with her body. She didn’t have time to contemplate this because suddenly his hand was inside the silk of her panties, touching the naked flesh of her bottom. Goosebumps flashed over her flesh, accompanied by involuntary shivers that had nothing to do with being cold.

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That devastating hand went lower to the underside of her bottom. Sliding centimeters to the left, fingers stealthily found her most intimate flesh from an unexpected direction and this time even his mouth covering hers could not stifle the shriek of shock at contact.

The feel of a man’s finger pressing into flesh that had never known anyone’s touch before was so alien that it shocked her out of the sensual reverie she’d sunk into with his kiss. She squirmed, trying to get away from that intimate touch, but that caused an amazing friction between Dash’s excited male flesh and her sweetest spot.

His big body shuddered. She tore her mouth from his. “Dash. Please!” she said, not even knowing what she was begging for.

He swore and started kissing her neck, using his tongue and teeth in a form of erotic teasing that made her squirm even more, but with pleasure this time, not shock.

His head lifted and dark eyes burned her with their sensual force. “You belong to me, Tess. Admit it.” he said.

She couldn’t deny a truth she’d known somewhere in her heart since the first time she met him. He had stayed in her head ever since, and now she was in his arms. “Yes, Dash, yes.” She said, When had she not?

“Tess!” His mouth rocked back over hers in another soul-shaking kiss.

It went on and on and she lost all touch with reality. She could feel only his body beneath hers. She could taste only his mouth. She could smell only his scent. She could hear nothing but their joined heartbeats and a ringing in her ears.

He groaned, breaking his mouth away from hers. It was the sound of a man facing Purdah when Heaven had been within his grasp.

Her head was too heavy for her neck and it dropped forward into the hollow of his neck.

A moment later a discreet cough sounded from the doorway to the guest room.

“Mr Black.”

“Yes?” Dash said. His voice sounded strained.

“It’s your mother on the phone. She says she has been trying to reach you but you haven’t been picking up.”

The simple phrase penetrated her brain through the fog of arousal still blunting her thinking process.

He swore again and said to her, “I must take the call, Tess.”

She made a halfhearted attempt at a nod, still too enervated to speak.