Warriors of Poseidon 05 - Atlantis Redeemed

you did learn as a child was wiped out in the past couple of thousand years.
    So you’re at the ‘I wanna’ and ‘no, no, no’ stage of emotional development.”
    She threw up her arms and started walking again. “Great. I needed stealth for undercover work and I get Rambo with a definite need for a time-out chair.”
    He clamped a hand on her arm and pulled her around, none too gently, to face him. “Oh, no.
    You cannot make proclamations like that and then just walk away from me.”
    She got right back in his face. Nobody was going to tell her what she could or couldn’t do, ancient warrior or not. “Why not?”
    “Well, for one thing, you’re going the wrong way.”
    She glanced around, feeling a little foolish. “Oh.”
    “And for another, I need to kiss you right now,” he said, pulling her against her body. “Do you have any complaints about that?”
    “I’m sure I’ll think of—”
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    He kissed her, just a quick press of his lips to hers, cutting off whatever she’d been about to say.
    “You’ll think of what?”
    Tiernan sighed, then put her arms around his neck. “Nothing. But you’re so getting juice and a nap after this, mister.”
    He laughed and circled her waist with his strong arms. “May I have a cookie with that?”
    When she opened her mouth to reply, he took swift advantage with a searing, deep kiss. The forest floor melted away from under her feet. Nothing remained but a swirling tornado of emotion, and she and Brennan stood in the middle, clinging to each other as a drowning sailor clings to a piece of driftwood.
    His tongue swept into her mouth and claimed it—claimed her—for his own, and he pulled her so tightly against his body that she couldn’t miss the hard bulge of his erection pulsing against her exactly where she needed him. She moaned, or maybe he did, and she tunneled her fingers through the silky long waves of his hair and pulled his face even closer to deepen the kiss.
    He ravaged her mouth, kissing her with such intensity and skill that she believed her bones were turning to liquid silver in his arms. She was helpless to do anything but cling to him and tighten her hold, devouring him as if the kiss itself were the only thing keeping her from shattering into pieces and flying off into the storm of passion.
    She pulled back a little, trying to catch her breath and regain a little balance, but he kissed his way down the side of her neck and then oh-so-gently kissed the exact spot where the vampire had bitten her earlier.
    “What are you doing?” she whispered, as he gently cupped her breast with one large, elegant hand.
    “I am torturing myself,” he said, breathing hard, “since there is no way I will allow myself to take you against the side of one of these trees, even though everything in me screams to do nothing else. I am having fantasies of lifting this sweater and covering your lush, ripe breasts with my hands and covering your lush, ripe nipples with my mouth. Then I want to kneel before you and peel these jeans down to your ankles and lick the sweetness from your lush, ripe body until you come in my mouth.”
    She was breathing pretty hard herself by the time he was done painting that visual picture.
    “That’s a lot of lush and ripe,” she whispered.
    “I need you, Tiernan. Two thousand years of need,” he growled. He lifted her completely off the ground, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her over to one of the trees he’d just mentioned, more than a dozen yards away from the road and deep in the night shadows cast by the other trees. Even the moonlight didn’t penetrate to where they stood. “Let me do this. Just for a few short minutes. Let me give you pleasure.”
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    He stopped when they reached the tree, and ever so gently, he pressed her back against the cold bark. “Please, please, please,” he mumbled against her mouth before taking her lips in another searing, passionate kiss.
    Exquisite waves of ecstasy sizzled through her body just from the touch of his mouth on hers, and she knew she should remember all the reasons why this was a bad idea, but all she could think of was yes, and—after all—two thousand years of need, and so she said it.
    “How can a girl resist that? Yes, yes, yes,” she whispered, urgent, needing his hands on her.
    Needing his mouth on