The Drakhom Taboo III
The Drakhom Taboo III is the third installment in this series. It is now available at eXtasy books.
Ellen Sanders adores Drakhom men, and their wild, wicked passion. When she’s introduced to Drakhom Max Jensen, the attraction between them is like nothing she’d ever experienced. She eagerly takes on the task of decorating his new condo, hoping to have a hot fling with him. But he ruins it all by telling her he’s looking for a wife, and she’s vowed to never get married again. When he offers a relationship on her terms, she is more than tempted to accept, but could she walk away before getting too attached? The latter guaranteed heartache no matter what. Then again, not to experience passion with him would likely be just as painful.
She was standing so close he could pick up her delicate scent. His hands clenched as he controlled the urge to drag her into his arms and kiss her senseless. Hell, wasn’t she feeling the same thing? The desperate craving that clawed at him from the inside? She seemed so composed, except for the pink glow on her cheeks. He watched as she swept her gaze about the empty dining room once again.
“Let’s do red.”
“Whatever you like.”
She frowned. “Your mind is elsewhere.”
He closed the remaining distance between them. “Yes, it is.” Her body visibly tensed. “I’ve been considering your offer.”
Her brows pinched together. “What offer?”
“A casual relationship…nothing serious.”
She began shaking her head. “I—that’s not—”
His hands circled her waist and he dragged in a deep breath, exhaling slowly to control himself. “I want that.”
She held up her hands. “But—”
“Ellen, I’d rather experience something brief with you than nothing at all. No buts—don’t deny me.” He pulled her against him, and groaned as her soft curves pressed into him. God, she felt amazing. He pressed his mouth to her temple. “Does it bother you that I’m a Drakhom?”
“No,” she whispered.
As he dipped his mouth to hers, he felt her stifled moan of protest, which made him hesitate, but it quickly turned into a deep sigh. She melted into him. The swatches floated to the floor as her hands curled behind his neck. Desire speared through him and he crushed her to him as he devoured her ripe lips. Her female scent teased him wickedly and the soft curves of her breasts flamed his need. He traced a hand over her buttocks, and squeezed as his tongue drove into the moist warmth of her mouth. They let out a simultaneous moan. She was sweet…so sweet! His cock grew hard against the soft swell of her belly. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. Their desire was fierce. “Ellen…baby…” he growled.
A tiny, weak sound broke from her throat as she pulled away.
He watched her try to catch her breath, blue eyes hazy with desire. Her fingers clutched his shirt. He didn’t want to, but it made sense to stop. If they didn’t, he’d be taking her on the floor. He silently cursed the lack of furniture, and eased away from her. He raised his hand and let his thumb trace the smooth skin along her jaw. “That’s just a sample of what’s to come,” he murmured thickly.
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