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| ~ Lessons in Seduction ~ |
| How to Seduce the Guy Who Walked Away
in Five Easy Steps From Sacrificed 1. Start off by clearing the air. She crossed her arms. “Why? Why do I have to leave? And why do you even care?” He came to his feet with a speed that sent an internal alarm screeching up her spine. In four long strides he reached her. “They may come after you.” Perched on the corner of her desk, she had to tip her face back to look him in the face. “Hunters?” He nodded, his gaze drifting so leisurely to her mouth, she became acutely aware of the meager space between their bodies. “Why?” The brief moment where she wondered if he was remembering what it felt like to kiss her faded. “They’ll seek any leverage to get their hands on me.” “Leverage,” she said carefully. “Me? Doesn’t something have to have meaning to be considered leverage?” “Tell that to them.” 2. Know when not to listen to him. Shut the door! Julia ignored the mental command and started down the stairs. They began vibrating under her as the plane was started up. Her feet hit the pavement, and she took in the scene in front of her, wanting to rip apart the two hunters attacking Brody. She hesitated. Where was the third? She’d felt three of them on the plane. A blur of movement crossed her peripheral vision, and she was tackled to the ground. Her head struck the cement, and her vision blurred at the edges. Palms flat to the ground, she pushed up instinctively to regain her footing. The hunter made another grab for her but she managed to dodge awkwardly out of reach. He came at her again, his fist catching her jaw. The impact snapped her teeth together. Grunting, she swung her leg around, knocking him off his feet. He went down hard and she nailed him in the face with a solid punch Brynn would have approved of. 3. Cool, calm and collected are highly overrated. “I thought you were sleeping.” Her voice sounded as unaffected by his body hugging her every curve as she hoped. “You’ve made that impossible.” The accusation was a lazy drawl. “I’m certainly not about to apologize.” He laughed, his soft exhale brushing her cheek. “Of course not.” “I wouldn’t have had to surprise you if you told me where to find you to begin with.” Instead of being annoyed by the reminder, he scraped his rough jaw across hers. “That was for your own good.” “Do you think if you keep telling me that, I might start to believe you?” He tensed. Julia lifted her gaze to his. “Every decision you’ve made has been about you. Don’t pretend otherwise.” “Is that so? If I’m so damn selfish, why come here?” The grip on her wrist tightened, but she didn’t flinch from the increasing pressure. “Because if you’re the reason I’m being hunted then what better place to hide than with someone they clearly want more than me?” His hand slid up her arm. “You sure there’s not another reason?” The subtle change in his tone sent a warning skidding up her spine. “Like what?” “Maybe you want more of what happened the other night.” 4. Get a little wet when the occasion calls for it. She slowly lowered back into the water, forcing the burst of warmth spinning wicked spirals between her thighs to calm. The dream was still too fresh in her mind. That was all. Determined to prove his appearance didn’t faze her she asked, “Do you come out here often?” When what she really wanted to know was if that explained his presence out here, or if he’d come looking for her specifically. He took a seat on the grass, and she shrugged as he searched her expression for any signs of discomfort. Brody nodded to the water. “Still swim much?” “A few times a week.” Sometimes every day on the weeks she could swing it. The local gym had a decent sized swimming pool that she tended to frequent before heading to work. “Any faster than you used to be?” She snorted. “I was always faster than you.” “That’s not how I remember it.” She smiled sweetly. “Age plays tricks with the memory.” He arched a brow, and she started to shake her head, not liking the playful gleam that shone in his eyes. He stood up, his hand on his fly of his pants. “Scared?” She laughed, but inside everything skated to a grinding halt. 5. Hold On. Each time his fingers dug into the small of her back, pulling her closer, she moved farther from the cool reasoning that warned nothing but a wounded heart lay at the end of this path. If only the coaxing sweep of his mouth hadn’t awoken the one craving that refused to be silenced. Bloodlust. The rub of his thumb down the side of her neck made for a teasing contrast as he deepened the kiss, taking it from slow and shivery, to savagely fierce. She instinctively rose to her toes as his hand caught her bottom and ground her against him. His erection pressed into her belly--hard and unforgiving--and made the warmth in her bloodstream border on explosive. Until now she’d done little more than be held as his kiss reminded her of why she’d fallen so hard for him. Every whisper of memory, every demanding glide of his mouth succeeded in making her do the one thing she swore she’d never do again. She reached for him, sinking her fingers into his shirt and holding on, not caring that coming down from this was going to hurt like hell. |
