02. Maya Banks - Seduction of a Highland Lass.pdf

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“Nay, warrior. I won’t allow you to
die.”
Soft lips brushed over his brow,
lingering at his temple. He turned his
face, wanting her mouth on his own. He
thought he might die if she didn’t kiss
him again.
There was hesitation, what felt to him
like an eternity, before finally, her
mouth touched his. Just a simple, inno-
cent gesture that a child might bestow.
He growled low in his throat. Damn if
he wanted a simple peck.
“Kiss me, angel.”
He felt more than heard her sound of
exasperation,
but
then
her
breathing
hitched
and
it
blew
warm
over
his
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mouth. He could smell her. He could
feel her vibrating against him. The tiny
puff of air signaled that she was close.
So very close.
It took all his strength, but he lifted
his arm and delved his hand into her
hair, gripping her nape to hold her in
place. He raised his head and their lips
met in a breathless, heated kiss.
Lord, but she was sweet. Her taste
filled his mouth, slid over his tongue
like smooth honey. He pushed impa-
tiently at her lips, demanding her to
open to him. With a sigh she gave him
what he wanted. Her lips parted and he
delved inside, probing and tasting every
part of her mouth.
Aye, ’Twas heaven.
Because,
if this
was
hell,
there
wasn’t
a
man
in
the
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