In my paranormal romance, Shrouded Illusion, I’ve added the first real heated embrace between Clark and Katherine. Hope you enjoy it!
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Clark saw the uncertainty, the desire in her eyes and something clawed not only at his gut but also at his heart.
“To kiss me?” she murmured, inching closer.
“Yeah…and so much more,” he breathed, unable to deny himself the feel and taste of her as he replaced his thumb with his mouth. Fearful of her rejection, he tangled his fingers in her hair and cupped the back of her head with his palm, anchoring her so he could deepen the kiss.
But his worries were groundless. Katherine kissed him back, sinking deeper against his body while her hands splayed over his arms and rose to his shoulders. She tasted better than he’d imagined, better than his wildest fantasy. The scent of lemon wrapped around him while the heat of desire rolled inside him.
Clark couldn’t have asked for a more responsive woman. Katherine was a contradiction, one moment shy and inquisitive and the next hot and bold, but she was also so much more. As she slipped her hands beneath his shirt to touch his bare back, he caved into the sensuality of her touch, and even if he had the will to stop, he wouldn’t, because he wanted this moment, this hunger, this woman.
Craving the feel of naked skin against naked skin, Clark pulled open the buttons of her shirt, then peeled the material to the side. He sucked in one quick, hard breath. A black, mesh bra covered her full, rounded breasts, while the fire’s glow turned her skin to warm honey and her hair to molten gold. She was beautiful in his arms.
He kissed her, and savored the way she groaned and trembled in his arms, the way her hands clutched at his shoulders, and the way she arched against him, drawing her hips snuggly against his own. She panted, little erotic puffs that stoked his hunger. With his arm wrapped hard around her waist, Clark drew back. The heat of her gaze caught and held him spellbound. He watched her reaction as he unsnapped the top button of her pants, edged the zipper slowly down and slid a finger along the waistband of her panties. She swallowed and closed her eyes.
Katherine shook her head. “I can’t. It’s too soon. The wine, the shock of my uncle.”
His fingers tensed around the waistband of her pants. “Why? You want this just as much as I do.”
“And what if I regret it? I’ve got too many regrets in my life already.”
He brushed his cheek against her temple and the smooth cap of her golden hair. Clark wanted to be selfish and carry her into the bedroom. He wanted her naked, writhing and arching beneath him. He wanted to slide into her, feel her heat, burn with it. If he chose, he could seduce her. One more deep, long kiss, and he’d have her.
But because he didn’t like to think of himself as selfish or insensitive, he nodded and drew away. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like hell. Tonight, not even submerging himself in the icy Atlantic would deaden the raw, unappeased hunger that gnawed at his insides. “Fine. But this thing between us isn’t over.”
Katherine didn’t deny it, but she didn’t look happy about it either.
“Go, Clark. Please.” She pulled her shirt together with two, white-knuckled fists.
He grabbed his glasses and jacket, and silently left the house. Once outside, he lifted his face to the night sky, never feeling more out of control than that moment.
“What the hell am I doing?”
Of course, no one answered him.