Page 47 of Hard Rock Heat

"Cool. Collected." I shrugged. "Sometimes even IcePrincess."

He tugged me toward him. I allowed myself to take a few stepscloser.

"That's the last word I'd ever use to describe you," hesaid.

His eyes met mine, the green of them vivid and bright. I didn't break his gaze. He lowered his head, angling it. My breathhitched.

"You're passionate," he continued. "Spirited."

His lips were inches from mine. My heart went into overdrive. He buried one hand in the hair at the nape of my neck, tangling his fingers in her dark strands. He dipped hishead.

"Not to mention sexy as hell," he murmured. "I can barely keep my hands offyou."

My eyelids flutteredclosed.

Soft lips touchedmine.

Sparks exploded between us. I inhaled a sharpbreath.

He stepped closer, bringing our hips together. I melted against him, lips molding to his, breasts pressed against his firmchest.

What the hell are you doing?My internal voice scolded me.Did you totally forget about theno touchingdeal?

No, I hadn't forgotten. I just couldn't seem to summon up the strength to push Damon away. Not with his hands on my hips and his tongue in my mouth and those low, sexy sounds he was making in the back of histhroat.

Do you really want to give in to this guy so easily?my brain continued harping onme.

I didn't want to give in. I wanted to stand firm in my resolve. I didn't want to fall for him like all his fangirls and groupies. I didn't want to fall for him the way he so obviously expected meto.

But those fingers and those lips and thoseeyes…

"I can hear you freaking out," Damon said into my mouth in between kisses. "Just stopthinking."

"How am I supposed to—" Ibegan.

In one quick motion, he took my wrists in one hand and pinned them over myhead.

"No thinking," herepeated.

"I can'tjust—"

He darted in and nipped at mythroat.

"Ahh—" I gaped outloud.

"Just feel," he murmured against myskin.

"I—" His lips returned to my neck, placing hard, sucking kisses. My eyes fluttered shut. "Oh, fuckit."

I arched my back, pressing into him. A low rumble of pleasure sounded from his chest. His lips returned to mine, capturing my mouth roughly, urgently. Our tongues battled, sliding against one another's as we heaved heavy, pantingbreaths.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he mumbled. "Taste so fuckingsweet."

Something inside me unraveled at those words. I moaned into his mouth. My knees nearly went out from under me. He shifted his leg, shoving it between mine. One hard, muscle thigh parted my skirt, rough denim rubbing against my soft skin. His knee was only inches away from the most private part of me. The heat from his body flowed into mine. I shivered, my thighs squeezing shut reflexively as I rocked my hipsdesperately.

"You want it, sweetness?" His gaze burned into mine. "You wantme?"

Eyes shut, I nodded myhead.