Sunday, October 30, 2005

HEALER excerpt
Unedited version
Underground Guardians BOOK 2
www.lisareneejones.com


Suddenly Diego was there hands flattening on her stomach. Hips pressing
into her backside. She felt the warmth of his breath on her neck and then
her ear. Emotion and sensation erupted. The warmth. The sizzle. The
complete way he pulled her to him with so little effort. He simply took her
by storm.

“I know this is confusing,” he murmured. “I wish I could make it easier.”

She leaned back into him, and her arm went up, around his neck. No matter
how she wanted to resist, and question his motives, she couldn’t. Not when
he was touching her. Mate or not, she wanted him in a way no other man had
ever evoked.

“Stop acting like you own me,” Marcella whispered, but even as she issued
the command, she turned to him.

Their lips met and there was no gentleness on either part. She was burning
with not only need, but also emotion, combustible in its urgency to escape.
His tongue slid against hers with a deep thrust, primal and possessive. He
was claiming her without words. And damn it, she answered without
hesitation, feeling wilder than she had before. She pressed her body into
his, reveled at he feel of his hands sliding over her skin. Touching her
legs, her hips, her back, and then finally, yes…her breasts. And she wanted
them to stay there. Marcella’s hands went to his hands, urging him to touch
her.

He kneaded the sensitive mounds as she arched into his palms. But it wasn’t
enough. She reached for her shirt, and he helped her tug it over her head.
With no bra on, she was ripe for his viewing in a matter of moments. He
stood there, staring down at her, his eyes as hot as his touch. Her nipples
tightened with painful bliss as his eyes ravished her. And when his fingers
touched them, she moaned with the relief and need it created.

“Harder,” she demanded, hardly recognizing her voice or the boldness she
simply couldn’t hold back.

He pinched them, and the jolt of ache and it shot to her core. The slick
wetness of arousal clung to her pants. “Enough?” he asked, his voice hoarse
with a sensual hum.

“No,” she said, her hands on his wrists, as she tried to stabilize herself.
“More.”

He tugged at her peaks and twisted slightly. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.”
But it was so good she thought she would fall. He reacted to her unspoken
need, and lifted her, his hands cupping her ass. She wrapped her legs
around his body, grateful for the steadiness of the bed as he sat her on
the edge. He reached for her pants and tugged them down her legs. She wore
no panties and was glad. Parting her legs, she minute she was free, she
invited him into the V of her body. And he was there, hands exploring, and
mouth on her neck, and shoulder, and God yes, her nipple. Teeth
scraping….lips playing.

But as he started to slide farther downward, she had a sudden burst of
realization. He was taking her control again and she was letting him. What
power might she have over him? Perhaps, she needed to find out just what
could be done to even the playing field. His fingers slid along the slick
folds of her aroused core and she bit back a sound. If she didn’t act now,
she’d be lost.

Her hands tightened on his head, and he looked up at her. A primal look
danced in his eyes, raw and seductive. He was male perfection. She took a
deep breath. The thought of taking charge of such a powerful beast - and at
the moment that was what he reminded her of – was becoming highly erotic.

“Stand up,” she said, firm with her tone.

His eyes narrowed. “I’m not through yet.”

Her brow lifted. “Yes you are. Stand up.”


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