Donovans 02 - Jade Island

under her chin and tipped her head up. “I spent a lot of last night this way. It didn’t interfere with your sleep then. It won’t now.” He searched her clear, cognac-colored eyes and saw that she believed him. “You want the bathroom first?”
    Lianne shook her head slowly. Last night she had been shaken and furious with Kyle for taking advantage of her, for using her to get to the Tangs.
    “Okay,” he said. “I’ll take it.”
    She shook her head again. Last night she had been a fool. Archer was right. She and Kyle had been using each other. And when all was said and done, he had given more than he got. She had never had a lover like him, tender and demanding by turns, as passionate as he was strong. She doubted if she would ever find a man who suited her in so many ways as Kyle Donovan.
    And if she suited him only as a lover, then she would take it and not curse the fate that made women care so much when men only desired.
    Lianne gave up trying to warm her hands on her cold arms and used Kyle’s chest instead. Beneath her fingers his flesh tensed. Knowing she shouldn’t, needing it too much to care, she lowered her mouth and nuzzled against the flat disk of his nipple.
    Kyle’s breath came out with a ripping sound. “Jesus. I didn’t figure you for a tease.”
    Her tongue circled him with hot, wet deliberation.
    “Lianne…”
    Her answer was a husky, female sound of pleasure as she caught the nailhead of his nipple in her teeth and bit very, very gently.
    When Kyle spoke, his voice strained, his mind a seething mix of hope and raw need. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
    Her fingers slid between the snaps of his jeans, through the opening in his underwear, nuzzled him, testing him.
    “You’re right,” he said hoarsely. “That’s the dumbest question I ever asked. Put your tongue in my mouth before I say something really stupid.”
    Even as Kyle lifted her, Lianne was winding her legs around him, combing her fingers through his hair, seeking him with her open, eager mouth. She was shivering with hunger. Part of her was shocked that he could arouse herso easily, so completely. The rest of her cared only that he share her hunger, share her need, share her body. Tomorrow and its heartbreak were still one night away. She would take this night, this man, and damn all the rest.
    She never knew how they got their clothes off. She knew only that she was astride him, riding him, and pleasure was a beautiful, savage beast clawing at her until she came apart. She would have screamed then, but she had no breath. He was slamming into her, driving her higher and higher until there was no air, no sensation, just blazing colors of ecstasy transfixing her.
    When Lianne could bear it no longer, she collapsed on Kyle’s chest. She was boneless, her breath tearing and shaking her. He lay sideways on the big bed, breathing deeply, evenly, like a long-distance runner just hitting his stride. He smiled at the ceiling, blew a lock of her hair away from his lips, and traced her spine with long, clever fingers.
    “Sure glad you didn’t want sex,” Kyle said lazily. “I wouldn’t have survived it.”
    Lianne felt too good to be embarrassed. “Bite me.”
    Then she bit him instead. Not hard or long—she needed her mouth to suck in enough air to survive. With a ragged breath she relaxed against him again.
    “Come on, sweetheart. Time for a shower.”
    She made her grumpy cat sound and didn’t move.
    Still holding her, Kyle sat up, pivoted, and stood.
    “I’ll shower in the morning,” she said.
    “Okay. A person can’t be too clean.”
    Lianne lifted her head from his shoulder. He was definitely headed for the shower. It was a nice one, she remembered. Big enough to dance in, with tile benches built right in. But even so…
    “I’d rather sleep,” she said.
    “Then you shouldn’t have bitten me.”
    “It wasn’t a hard bite.”
    “I’ll keep that in mind.”
    She looked at his eyes, green and gold, surrounded bya knife-edge of black glittering like the ecstasy whose echoes still shivered through her…beautiful enough to take her breath away, to make her wish that she could die right here, right now.
    “Take me back to bed and I’ll apologize,” she offered, smiling slowly.
    “I’ll look forward to it,” he said, turning on the hot water in the shower. Hard.
    “You’re serious about this, aren’t you?” Lianne asked.
    “Dead serious.”
    “Why?”
    “Simple. The suites