Somewhere between chapter 1&2. . .
Assault? Had he really called it that? Her lips were so soft, velvety against the firmness of his. Instinctively he responded to her, drawing her to him, tasting luscious lips that moved provocatively beneath his, sweet nectar against his tongue as he delved into her mouth, caressing its contours.
All too soon she ended the kiss fluttering like a startled bird as she looked at him, her lips parted and wistful.
"I think he's gone now," he whispered aware of her soft firm breasts against his hard-walled chest. Her slender legs fitted perfectly to his as if she had been made for his arms and he responded to her.
"Oh!" her eyes widened, "Thank you. I mean for saving me." she explained breathily a smile lighting up her face, darkening her eyes to a golden sunset that drew him like a moth to fire.
His throat tightened, he tried to will his body away from hers, to give himself room, but those eyes touched him at a level he couldn't define. The laughter in them, the simple understanding soothing his tortued soul with silent acceptance, as if she knew all his demons and accepted him.
She pulled him in, threatening the barriers he had built around himself just with that smile, made them baseless with her touch, heat that emanated from a point to melt their restraint. Her lips belligerant against her eyes with their swollen folds parted to give him a provocative insight to the moist heat of her mouth, coral lips that could haunt a man until he lost his senses, pleasure him with their softened depths and still leave him wanting.
He longed to taste their depths again, to feel her softening against him, have her response drum into him, her hands on him stroaking...
"Zorro saves another damsel in distress," she said with a coy smile.
"A lady like you is worth saving" he replied and was relieved his voice did not betray his struggles.
"Lady?" she questioned with fluttering lashes.
She wasn't used to flirting he could tell, her eyes unsure even as she enjoyed their teasing, a true lady with an air of innocence that aroused his protective instincts, and unwelcome possessive ones. Anger
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