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The confidence he’d shown by climbing above her had been titillating. She hadn’t found the idea of being pinned again by this man worrisome, which in turn worried her.

Maybe that’s why he’d told her his intentions, to get her thinking of him before he continued to play his games. Now, here she was, pinned by him, her heart fluttering, but not with fear.

His lips were forceful, enough so that they moved hers as well.He smells sweet.Like sugar. She was tempted to know if he would taste of it.

Rather than kissing him back, she began pushing on his shoulders.I cannot give into this kind of temptation. It will not bode well for me.Even though she found this assertive behaviour delicious, and the man behind it even more so.

Geryon broke away from the kiss to lower himself, bringing his lips to her skin just above her collar bone.

Her mind slipped for a moment when she felt the prickle of goosebumps break out over the side of her neck from his tongue. The scrape of his teeth made her want to arch her head to the side to give him more access.

I could give him what he wants, play easy, and he may leave me alone afterwards.Then, she remembered that could lead him to wanting to return between her thighs.

His hand slipped under her dress and the skirt of her undergarment shift. “Wait.”

Valerie gave a small breath, a barely noticeable one, when she felt the tickle of his fingertips play at her knee. They were brushing higher, along her inner thigh.

She wouldn’t have found the touch so pleasant if his fingers and palm were as rough as his mouth. Instead, he was trailing a careful sweep, the kind of touch that made the muscles in her legs twitch from its lightness.

It caused her abdomen to spasm, telling her it was the perfect stroke to stimulate her body into complying.

“I demand that you stop,” she said when she felt desire pooling in the lower part of her belly. She was ashamed of how throaty she sounded, and she tried to push away harder.

How quickly her body was reacting was alarming. It was hard to deny someone with such a pretty face and an even more delightful body. Even with his coat on, she could tell he had rope after rope of muscles that her fingertips would just adore digging into.

He nipped her neck with his teeth, rough and almost hard enough to leave a mark. Then he brought his mouth up to her ear to nip her lobe and whisper, “Why? I can tell your body wants this.”

She gave him a dull look when his eyes peeked up at her. He returned it with a grin, and it caused the corners of his metallic blue eyes to crinkle, making him even more attractive.

Dominant, assertive, confident: all the things Valerie usually liked in men.Yet, he is being light.The contradiction in his attitude made her mind freeze, unsure of how to proceed.

He lowered his other hand when she refused to part her thighs for him. Geryon did it himself.

Wrapping his arm around her body to grasp one cheek of her bottom, he pulled it to the side to create enough of a gap to slip his other hand in from the front.

“You are softer than you appear.” He kneaded her backside at the same time as he pulled her cheeks apart, giving her a loud huff of approval.

His hands are warm.With the slow, gentle caresses and grabs, her muscles wanted to melt rather than tighten in tension. Even his breath and dabbling tongue were hard to ignore; warm, wet, yet deliciously mean.

The sharp sting of his teeth made her want to arch her neck so he could do it everywhere. The more he nipped at her, the more she was tempted.

She fought against these wants. “Regardless, we–”

“I created this ache,” he said as he gently slipped two fingers between her folds, feeling her wetness for himself.

Valerie flinched from the direct contact before she felt the flush of arousal spread across her chest in reaction to his intimate touch.

He nipped the heated skin of her chest. “I can ease it as well.”

Valerie didn’t often feel desire, but she’d never been one to deny herself in the past. It had been a long time, though. She stopped being interested in men when she was much younger.

They also never approached her because of her dead expressions. They found her tasteless because of it, boring even. So why had this man snaked his hand under her skirts with exploring fingertips?

She didn’t know when she’d stopped pushing him away, her hands halting on his shoulders.I must stop this.Yet the moment he pressed against the nub of her clit, she felt the twitch to part her legs for more.

The caring caresses were almost her undoing.He is being so gentle, it feels like a whisper.A play of teasing touches, ones designed to get her to ask for more rather than force them upon her.

Unrushed, like he didn’t care when he would receive his own pleasure, he moved like he was more interested in hers.Such a touch is hard to deny.