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Abduction of Emma
"What can I do for you?" Damn it, where did that huskiness lacing her voice come from? And why did he just continue to stare at her without saying anything? Suddenly, her dress felt too tight, the neckline too low. She felt too exposed.
To hell with being polite. Emma made a show of looking pointedly at her watch. "I was on my way out."
Thick silence descended in the room as Luke stood unmoving. Emma marshaled her defenses, realizing their years apart still hadn't prepared her for the impact of seeing him again.
"You're not thrilled to see me," he concluded with wry amusement.
Emma shrugged, wanting to match his casual attitude. "It's been four years. We didn't part under the best circumstances."
"There was a time when you would have been eager to see me."
Her eyes flashed in irritation. "That was a long time ago. In case you haven't noticed, I've grown up Luke."
The look he gave her seared her skin. "Oh, I've noticed."
She flushed and went on the offensive. "Why are you here Luke? To apologize? I got over you a long time ago."
He frowned. "I hear you're engaged."
Her eyebrow lifted. "I don't see how that concerns you," she said coolly.
"Answer the question."
Emma crossed her arms, anger flaring inside her. She hated feeling so unbalanced-and resented the fact that he so easily did that to her.
Luke stared at the ring glinting on her finger, his eyes flashing something strongly resembling.anger? "So it's true."
The man had quite a set of balls there. "Yes," she said tartly, extending her arm. "I have a ring on my finger, Luke. That means I'm engaged to be married. In fact, my parents are giving us an engagement party on Friday-you're more than welcome to attend." She gave him a false smile. "I'm sure the whole family would be happy to see you."
He straightened and moved closer to her. Trapped by the door, Emma was unable to move. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "I hate to be rude, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"Why are you marrying him?"
Emma leaned back, feeling hemmed in. She fought to control her body's instinctive reaction to his nearness. The smoldering look in his eyes had an answering heat curling low in her belly, trapping the breath in her lungs. She couldn't stop the shiver that coursed through her. Fire licked at her pussy, the muscles clenching in hot anticipation. Pushing away from the door, she sidestepped around him and edged farther away. "You know what Luke? That's none of your business."
He followed her. Gritting her teeth, she strove to put more room between them. It didn't work. He stalked her like some damn hunter. With a deep breath, Emma stood her ground and faced him.
With a light touch, Luke traced the scooped neckline of her dress. She held her breath as he came dangerously close to her nipples. Just like that, the tips visibly hardened beneath the silky material of her dress.
He gave her a faintly mocking smile. "Even now, your nipples recognize my touch."
She pushed his hand away defiantly, trembling. "It's cold in here."
Luke snorted. He abruptly gathered her hands and effortlessly held them behind her back, arching her body toward his. He pushed her dress down and bared her breast.
Emma froze in shock. She was helpless to stop him as he palmed and fondled her. Heat flared instantly in her pussy.
She struggled. His hold on her was firm, though not ungentle. Looking into her eyes, he backed her against the wall. This action pushed her chest out further, making her more accessible to his touch. He lowered his lips and kissed her hungrily. No preliminaries. His mouth just opened on hers, his tongue slipping inside her lips to plunder and conquer.
Emma was swept into a wave of wanting so quick, so sudden, she could only respond to his kiss. Heat pooled in her lower abdomen, settling in her vagina. She had ceased to struggle, all too willing to follow his lead. She knew she should stop him, but Luke on a mission was unstoppable. Besides, she didn't want to.later.
Her eyes drifted shut as he changed the angle of the kiss without breaking contact. The small voice in her head, screaming that she shouldn't let him do this, went unheeded. Emma was lost.
© 2005 Beverly Havlir
