A Profiler's Case for Seduction(47)

And she was starved for him. She leaned into him and raised her arms so she could tangle her fingers in his thick hair. At the same time she opened her mouth to him, allowing the kiss to become deep and hot as their tongues explored.

The kiss went on until she was breathless. Finally she broke apart and took his hand in hers. She pulled him toward the stairs, which led up to the bedrooms.

He came willingly with her, and when they were halfway up the stairs, she smelled the scent of lilacs, the candles that she’d lit in hopes that this would happen.

Her heart fluttered rapidly with each step they took. She wanted this, she wanted him, more than she’d ever wanted a man in her life. He would be the first man she’d brought into her life since her rebirth and she knew she’d remember him long after he left Vengeance and her behind.

She pulled him into her bedroom, decorated in lavender and white and lit only by the five fat candles she’d placed around the room. The bed was turned down and beckoned for their bodies, naked and writhing against the pristine white sheets.

She dropped his hand and turned to face him. The stark hunger she saw on his features torched a heat through her that threatened to consume her. As she stared at him, he unzipped his windbreaker and took it off, then unfastened his shoulder holster and laid it and his gun on the top of her dresser.

Only then did he open his arms to her once again. This time when they embraced there was nothing between them, except his T-shirt. She felt the wild thunder of his heartbeat against her own.

Their mouths met in another kiss as his hands caressed up and down her back, molding her to him. She felt his hard arousal and it only shot the desire inside her to a higher level.

As he grabbed her buttocks and pulled her tightly against him, she rocked her hips back and forth, the friction of her jeans and his hardness spiraling her up and half out of control.

His lips left hers and blazed a trail down her jawline and into the hollow of her throat. She dropped her head back, dizzy with pleasure as his lips teased and nipped erotically against her sensitive skin.

“Mark.” She finally managed to breathe his name. Things were moving so fast and they weren’t even partially undressed. She didn’t want this fast and over. It had been so long, and she wanted him slow and in bed with her. She wanted to savor every kiss, each caress.

He stumbled back from her and grinned. “You make me crazy,” he said in a husky voice.

She grinned back. “The feeling is more than mutual,” she replied. She reached out and unfastened the top button of his white shirt. When she unfastened the second one she moved the material aside and pressed her lips against his muscled, hot skin. He stood so still it was as if he had stopped breathing. She continued one button at a time, one kiss for each button, until the shirt was completely unfastened and he shrugged it to the floor. She grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it off over her head then sought the warmth of his arms once again.

With only the thin material of her white lacy bra between them, she loved the feel of him, the muscled planes and warm skin. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers worked the fastener of her bra. The garment came loose and she shrugged it from her shoulders. His hands moved around to cup her full breasts.

She closed her eyes as his fingers rubbed across her taut nipples, creating a coiling heat that pooled in the very core of her.

He dropped his hands from her and unfastened his slacks at the same time he kicked off his shoes. “If I don’t get you into that bed right now, I’m going to be insane,” he whispered.

She stepped back from him and tore at her jeans, wanting nothing more than to be naked with him and beneath her sheets. Within mere seconds they were there, bare limbs tangled together as their mouths once again melded together.

With each stroke, with every touch of his hands and mouth on her, she knew the rightness of her decision to be here with him now. She knew there was no chance of a future with him. She’d never have a future with any man, for she’d never share enough of her heart, her soul, her past with anyone. But for now, it was perfect, Mark was perfect and she reveled in him.

Their caresses grew more heated and more intimate as he slid his hand down her stomach to tease her inner thighs with feather-soft strokes.

In turn she reached down and encircled his hardness, loving the feel of him pulsating in her hand. He hissed with pleasure and his fingers slipped into place at her center. Rubbing in small circles, he brought her to climax with a quickness that left her gasping.

Then he was inside her, stroking slow and deep, his eyes glittering as he gazed down at her. Tenderness was in those beautiful eyes of his. His gaze held tenderness and caring and the need to please, all emotions that fed a hunger that burned inside Dora’s soul, emotions that filled spaces inside her that had been empty since her youth.