When the banshee howls, love is doomed ... or is it?
Lora placed a trembling hand on Greg's arm, feeling the hard muscles under his sweater. God, he was strong, stronger than she’d ever dreamed, physically and emotionally.
“Okay, deep, dark secret out. Feeling better? How about a smile?”
Lora forced her trembling lips to curve upward.
“That’s it.” Greg nodded his approval. “I love your smile, Lora. And I know how to make you forget all about banshees.” He cupped his hand behind her head, tangled it in her hair and drew her close. This time his kiss was harder, more demanding. His lips plundered hers, caressing, teasing, exploring with unbridled eagerness. His mouth opened and she felt his hot, wet tongue sweeping over the curve of her lips.
A shudder of pure pleasure ran through her entire body. Everything about Greg’s touch on her felt so right. Their love had to be destiny. With an effort of will, she forced the banshee from her mind and relaxed into his embrace. His body burned against hers like a red-hot furnace on a winter’s night. She wrapped her arms around his neck. When his tongue pressed between her lips, she opened her mouth without hesitation and let him in. His kisses felt so good, so right, and she drank them in like rain on dry ground. His tongue probed into her mouth, promising even greater intimacies to come.
“Oh, Lora!” He breathed her name like a prayer. His breath mingled with hers, and his arms embraced her and pulled her closer. For long minutes they clung together, while his tongue continued to explore the depths of her mouth with slow, tender thrusts.
Her body responded to his caresses, arching upward, pressing against him. Her nipples grew taut with need and a heat began to burn in her pussy. Snuggled in his lap, she could feel his response, too. His long, hard erection pressed against her thigh with renewed urgency.
The knowledge that she’d made him hard filled her with a fierce joy. Her nipples throbbed in response. A gush of moisture dampened her panties. Placing her hands on each side of his head, she broke the kiss and gazed into his startled face. “I’m ready, Greg. I’m ready to fight for a future for us.”
“I know. We’ve both been idiots. We’re going to make it work this time.” Greg’s lips began marking a wet trail down her cheekbone. He kissed the soft underside of her chin and the pulse point that throbbed in her neck, his smooth, velvety lips burning like a brand against her flesh. Each kiss thrilled her soul, marking her as his forever. “Today feels different. The moment I got out of bed. I don’t know why. I just had a feeling that something big was going to happen. And I knew I had to do whatever was necessary to get you back.”
“Like ravishing me on your desk?” The banshee’s wail sounded in her mind again like a dim echo, but Lora pushed it away. The clock was ticking, and it was too late to look back, too late to do anything but seize this moment and dare fate to do its worst.
Greg’s lips drifted lower, pressing into the soft curve of her breast at the edge of her blouse. His fingers lifted and touched the topmost button. “Like that. And I’m ready to do it all over again.”
