Jared reached over and caught her by the waist. "Easy," he murmured softly in her ear.She didn't seem to hear him. "No hospitals. I'm fine. Really. I just need to eat something and rest in a quiet place. I'm sorry, I just hate hospitals," she added.The medical team exchanged looks, but when Thad coughed politely, they looked his way. "I'm sure she'll be fine. I promise we'll watch over her the rest of the night, and if we think she needs medical help, we'll bring her in to the hospital immediately."Jared could see that the two medical personnel were reluctant to agree, but all it took was a glance at Felicity's terrified face and they didn't press her to go with them.They packed up their gear and let Thad escort them out. When Jared was alone with her, he came around to the front of the couch and pulled her down to sit beside him. He wrapped his right arm around her body and cupped her face with his other hand."Are you really okay? You scared the shit out me, princess."A we

He kissed her throat, then worked his way down her chest with gentle kisses before he explored the tip of one breast. She gasped and arched her back, shoving her breast more firmly against his lips. He bit the tip, then sucked on it hard. The tug at her breast made sharp, stinging arousal burst to life in her womb and between her thighs. He scraped his jaw over her sensitive nipple. The slight night beard coming in rasped against the nub, and she whimpered in pleasure. By the time he turned his attention to her second breast, she was writhing and panting and clawing at his back.Jared only smiled. "Just feel me, feel every touch," he murmured. He stroked his hands up and down her body, his fingertips tapping a light melody only he seemed to hear. The touches and teasing taps reached the back of her knees, her inner thighs, moving higher and higher. She felt like the white and black keys of an old piano, being tickled to life with a musician's touch. Right before he reached her sex, he

Had it really been two hours since she'd left Jared and gone to class? It seemed like only minutes ago he'd had her pressed up against her door, keeping her trapped, kissing her senseless until sanity finally returned to them both and they'd had to part ways.She closed her eyes for a second, reliving that last sweet kiss. The way his eyes had softened, that warm brown burning into her like embers at the edge of a healthy fire. Banked, barely controlled, yet still dangerous if touched. He was dangerous, so dangerous, and it was too late. She was falling for himhad already fallen for him if she admitted the truth. It had been pure luck she hadn't melted at his feet when he'd smiled and stroked her lips with his fingertips. The man sure knew how to break down a girl's defenses against heartbreak.What would she do if­when­this came to an end? Part of her feared he'd wake from this wondrous dream and go looking for a woman more his style. A woman like Shana, all quiet elegance, rich, ed

"I can't wear this." Felicity stared at her reflection in the changing room mirror, eyes wide. She wore a filmy black babydoll top with bikini underwear bottoms."Let me see." Layla's voice came from the other side of the door."No!" she responded instantly. "I'm practically naked in this thing!"A soft giggle echoed inches away. "That's kind of the idea."Plucking at the lacy hem of the top, Felicity studied herself in the mirror again and swayed her hips experimentally, just to watch the way the fabric swayed. It was loose, and she liked that. Even though the fabric was sheer, the loose feel of it didn't make her as uncomfortable as she thought it might be.The bra part that cupped her breasts was transparent enough to show the dim outline of her nipples. What would Jared think if he saw her in this? Would he want to tear it off? The idea made her nipples pebble into hard points, and she hastily scrambled out of the bikini bottoms and slid the top off. It was too exciting and to

Jared practically sprinted to the kitchen to grab another glass of wine when Felicity left to go change. He spilled the Bordeaux on the counter in his haste to fill his glass. His princess was going to kill him. He wanted to go fast, to rush headlong into this thing between them. But Felicity was fragile, and she deserved a slow courtship. Movies, dinner, sweet kisses. Not the wild, hungry ravishing his entire body wanted to give hers.With everything that had happened at work with Pimms, he was feeling caged and threatened. He just wanted to do his job and not worry about the fact that said job hinged on whether or not he was dating the boss's daughter. Which he wasn't, and he had no plans whatsoever to do so. Felicity was his girl, and he didn't want anyone else. Thank God for his princess. She made him forget work. Kissing her, talking with her, just looking at her, soothed the tightness in his chest.I'm becoming too damn sentimental. We'll just watch the movie, and I'll hold her