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Sara thought she’d be prepared for their first kiss. But nothing could have prepared her for the sheer primal groan that passed between them. Instinctively, Ian cupped the back of her head in one large palm; Sara gave herself completely to the intense pleasure of kissing him. He learned quickly, mirrored each of her movements as she taught him the joyous sensuality in the simplicity of a kiss. Their breathing grew ragged as their tongues met and melded in long, sinuous strokes. Ian’s low moan of pleasure vibrated inside Sara’s mouth, and she shivered.
Finally, Sara broke away and took a step back. She guided Ian’s hands to the hem of her tee, then to the clasp of her brassiere – and reveled in the way his eyes worshipped her feminine beauty as he unveiled her.
“I have… seen you, Sara,” he admitted softly, then flushed as she raised a questioning brow. “I was sent… by Mr. Irons, to… watch over you. To protect you. You… you don’t use curtains. I’m sorry, Sara. I thought you should know.” Having braced himself to face her anger, Ian was amazed to hear her laugh out loud.
“I can see I’m going to have to get some curtains.” The laughter in her husky voice reassured him and gave him a new boldness.
“It’s all right, Sara. No one else will disturb your privacy.” Tentatively, he brushed a hand across her bare shoulder. “I will see to it.” Ian watched Sara carefully for a sign of rejection. When she only smiled encouragement, relief washed through him. “So you see,” he continued musingly, “when I started… seeing… the visions… I thought…”
“That your imagination had grown wings?” Sara grinned wryly. Damn, but that feels good, she admitted silently. Who’d have thought a simple touch on the arm…? Sara had to force herself to breathe evenly as Ian’s hands strayed further, to lightly caress the tips of her breasts. She felt her back arch in spite of herself. The firelight played over his features as he slid a hand beneath each breast to test its weight. As if by their own volition, his thumbs teased the rosy nubs. Whoa, oh yeah… She was no virgin, but this slow, tender exploration of his went beyond any loving she had ever known. Sara felt her skin flushing with need. Sweet tension began to build within her; she almost cried out when Ian gently pulled her against him.
“We are two sides of a coin, Sara,” he whispered against her cheek. His breath tickled her ear; his intoxicating aroma filled her nostrils. “Yin and yang… light and dark…” Instinct drove his hips against hers; pure sensation wrenched a groan from them both.
Ian! Irons’ voice was strident. Remember, virginity is invulnerability. You must stop this now, before it is too late! Ian shook his head to chase away the intruding voice of reason. Don’t want to stop, he groaned silently, have to stop, don’t want to…
“Sara, Sara, Sara…” Her name ended in a primal growl. “We should stop… I shouldn’t… we’re going to… this is insane… we shouldn’t be…” But when she lifted her flushed face to his, Ian found for the first time that he could not stop.
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