Warriors of Poseidon 05 - Atlantis Redeemed

sensuality. The sound of his voice and the feel of his breath sent bursts of heat and driving need pulsing through her body.
    In spite of the many journalistic awards she’d won for her words, she couldn’t seem to find a single one with which to tell him to let her go.
    His lips traveled up the side of her neck and then his teeth bit down gently on her earlobe, and she cried out at the sharp bolt of lust that shot through her body, hardening her nipples and causing her thighs to clench together.
    “I want you now, Tiernan,” he said in that sexy voice that should have been against the law in all seven—okay, eight now—continents. His voice when he spoke the truth was a sonata.
    Musical, deep, and darkly seductive, the sound of it in her ear was almost enough to make her start yanking at his clothes until she could put her hands and her mouth on hot, male skin.
    And that scared her enough that she jerked away from him. His arms tensed for a fraction of a second, just enough to let her know that there was no way she would have been able to escape the strength in those steel-banded muscles if he hadn’t allowed her to. The thought that he’d let her go both comforted and annoyed her.
    “No. No wanting,” she said, hating the way her words came out all soft and husky. “We have a job to do here. We have to get ready for the reception.”
    She backed away, and he watched her with the intent gaze of a predator stalking its next meal.
    The thought of lying on the bed, chocolate sauce and whipped cream decorating a few key body parts, flashed through her mind, and her body temperature rose about a thousand degrees.
    “What reception?” he said absently as he approached her again, his eyes hot. “Society’s rules and rational thought are, in the end, meaningless. I am pleased to discover this after so many centuries of following rules and guidelines of propriety so strictly. There is no reason on earth valid enough to explain why we should not enjoy each other’s bodies if you desire me, and your Atlantis Redeemed – Warriors of Poseidon 05
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    reaction just now gives me some hope.”
    Tiernan backed up, holding her hands up in front of her. “Oh, I can think of a lot of reasons, Brennan. I need to discover what’s going on with these scientists and call my boss back before he fires me, and you need to go back to Atlantis and maybe get checked out. Do you even have shrinks down there?”
    “Those are not options that tempt me,” he said, stopping only inches in front of her and beginning to unbutton his shirt, one button by one torturous button, baring an exquisite expanse of very masculine chest. “I have spent the last two millennia of my life doing what is right, and rational, and reasonable. Now I have the ability to feel again, for only Poseidon knows how long, and I want to wrap myself in every moment of it. I want to wrap myself in you.”
    “I don’t—We don’t—” Tiernan suddenly couldn’t find a good reason to disagree with him, and her resolve weakened further with every button. After all, they could just have one teensy little hour of wild, sweaty sex, and then get back to work, right?
    Sanity popped its ugly head up in her conscience, and she groaned. “No, no, no. I can’t just get naked with somebody I barely know. It’s really out of my comfort zone, not to mention the curse and who knows what might happen, and why am I even having this conversation?”
    He pulled his shirt off in one sudden movement and dropped it to the floor. “I agree.
    Conversation is unnecessary now. You can speak when you are naked.” He reached up and captured a long strand of her hair, brought it to his mouth, and kissed it. “You should remove your shirt so I can kiss your lovely, perfect breasts and taste every inch of your body until you are so hot and wet that you want me inside you as much as I want to be there.”
    “I—I—” Her mind shut down for a few seconds at the thought of it, her hormones doing a few cartwheels. Then she blew out a breath and tried again.
    “Trust me, it wouldn’t take long,” she muttered, tightening her legs together against the liquid heat she could feel building at his bold words. “But I can’t. We can’t. I just—No. We don’t know each other, and you’re under one hell of a curse, and I just—no.”
    He rasped in a long breath, and then stepped away from her and inclined his head. “Thrice said and done. It is Fae law, not