Danvier agrees to rescue Haven Tandori from her ruthless kidnapper, but Haven is anything but grateful. Her continual demands and fits of temper stir the darker elements of Danvier’s personality. He wants to tame her, control her, and leave her aching for his touch.
Haven is infuriated by the arrogant harbinger. She didn’t ask for his assistance and she has no intention of following his orders. Her life is riddled with secrets and tragedy. She can’t afford to open up to anyone, even the handsome harbinger who insists he wants only to protect her.
Copyright © 2016 Cyndi Friberg
His lips brushed over hers, part warning, part tease. “Taste me, Haven. Tell me what you feel.”
A tingle dropped down her spine as his mouth fit to hers. His tongue eased forward, pushing his taste into her mouth. She curled her tongue around his and allowed her instincts to do the rest. He tasted fresh, like rain-soaked mountain air. She took the kiss deeper, exploring his mouth with her tongue as his hands began to wander.
Desire uncoiled inside her, speeding her pulse and making her skin tingle. Oh yeah, they were compatible. They were extremely compatible. The kiss grew almost frantic as they grappled for control. She arched her back and rolled her hips, needing him closer, wanting him deep inside her aching body.
He pressed her back against the wall beside the elevators and rubbed his erection against her belly. His mouth moved over hers, his tongue so demanding she could hardly breathe. One of his hands cupped her breast and the other drew the fullness of her skirt up along her leg.
“Enough,” she cried as she sharply turned her head. “Are we going to do this right here in the lobby?”
He looked dazed as he moved his hands to the wall on either side of her shoulders. “I’m sorry.” He was panting so hard the words sounded angry not contrite. “I shouldn’t have started this in such a public place.”
If they’d been in her apartment right now, they’d probably be naked, so she was glad for his lack of planning. Clearly she couldn’t depend on her own self-control. “So now we know.” She looked at his throat, not trusting herself to meet his gaze. “We’re genetically compatible. So are a lot of couples. It doesn’t mean any more than we allow it to mean.”
His long fingers curved around the back of her neck and he used his thumb to tilt her face up. “And if I want it to mean more?”
“Then you’re going to be disappointed.” She squared her shoulders and looked directly into his eyes. “I have no interest in another mate.”