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An Excerpt From: WATER CRYSTAL

Copyright © ANYA BAST, 2005.

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

A swath of moonlight cut through the room. Angelo’s breathing sounded deep and even from where she lay on her bed. Bianca got up as quietly as she could and crossed the short space between them. His face lay in shadow and moonlight kissed the length of his body, coating him in molten silver.

Damn. She swallowed hard. What right did this man have to be so fucking good-looking? He was a hazard to womankind, or at least to her.

Moving her hand down in one smooth motion, she touched the top of his pants. She remembered what he’d said about sleeping lightly, but she had no choice. She had to take the risk. He shifted in his sleep and she froze, waiting for him to settle in again. Once he did, she slipped her hand into the pocket that contained the key. Her fingers closed on it at the same time his huge hand wound around her wrist.

She tried to wrench away from him, but his grip was like steel. Pulling away from him, she attempted to use her free hand to pry his fingers from her wrist. She fisted her hand around the key. In a fit of irrational desperation, she swore she would not give it up. Bracing her legs on the floor, she tried to wrench herself away from him.

He sat up, smoothly swung his legs over the side of the bed and caught her other wrist with almost no effort. Inexorably, he drew one wrist to wed with the other. A sound of complete desperation escaped her. Now he held both wrists in one of his hands. She struggled and pulled backward. He wrapped one arm around her waist and yanked her off-balance, pulling her down against him so she knelt on the mattress, straddling him.

“Open your hand, Bianca. Give me back that key now.”

She squeezed her fist even tighter. Another sound of despair came from somewhere deep within her.

“Give it up, Bianca,” he said in a voice like velvet.

She struggled and he held her firmly against him.

“Bianca,” he said again, close to her ear. “Come on, stop fighting and let it go.”

She went limp. Her will left her with a silent whoosh. It was no use. With a sob, she opened her palm and he released her wrists. The key fell onto the bed beside them, glinting silver in the moonlight.

He’d managed to put her in a very intimate position and she felt completely vulnerable. He held her tight around her midsection, and showed no signs of relinquishing her. She shifted on his lap, and felt the hardened length of his cock against her suddenly damp sex. He made a sound deep in his throat at her movement. She stilled instantly, her breath coming faster. Her nipples were like two pebbles on her breasts. Every breath she took scraped the material of her shirt over the sensitive peaks.

Something down deep stirred with the knowledge of his arousal, and how she was positioned against him.

She closed her eyes. God, she wanted him. For the first time since that unpleasant time back home, she wanted a man.

Her breath came shallow, and it wasn’t because she’d been fighting him or because she’d failed in her escape attempt. She knew that if she wanted to, she could have him now. All she had to do was move a little, brush up against him, and he’d tumble her down onto the bed beneath him, Guardian Code of Ethics be damned.

His mouth drew close, hovering not far from hers. Warm breath teased her lips, sent a shiver up her spine… Could he tell how turned on she was? She put her hands against his chest and pushed away from him a little. “Angelo?” She couldn’t keep her voice from quavering. Sexual teasing was one thing. This was real.

And it terrified her.

He stilled, closed his eyes and locked his jaw. He slid his hands to her waist and slid them under the bottom of her shirt to rest on her bare skin. She could feel the cold metal of the key sandwiched between his palm and her hip. He let out a sharp breath of air. “Damn it, Bianca,” he growled. “You’re baiting me hard, too fucking hard. You’re going to end up in a lot of trouble one of these days.”

The thing of it was, this was the one time she’d hadn’t been trying to bait him at all. She whimpered deep in her throat in a mixture of fear and hard, sharp desire. If he tossed her down on the bed right now, she’d let him do anything he wanted to her.

Tense silence reigned for a heartbeat. Angelo rubbed his thumb over her skin. Back and forth, back and forth. Bianca hissed out a breath as her clit seemed to get bigger and more sensitive. It was like he caressed it instead of her hip and the sensation was tipping her straight into a place where she wouldn’t be able to hold herself back from him.

Abruptly, he lifted her off him. She had to sit down on the opposite bed. Her knees felt weak. He pushed himself up off the mattress. He shook his head and dragged a hand back through his hair, pacing back and forth between the beds. “God, Bianca, you are something else. Remember what I said about having limits? Being locked in this room with you is causing mine to be breached fast and hard in a couple of different ways. You might be a thief. You might be a con artist. But you still affect me in the way a woman affects a man.”

He grabbed the pack from the corner, pulled out his handcuffs and stuffed the key into it, and then threw it with force to the head of his bed. He walked toward her, handcuffs dangling from a finger.

“What are you doing with those?” she asked. As if she didn’t know.

“I would like to get some sleep,” he growled. “I won’t be able to do that if I have to worry about you all night.”

“I won’t—”

“Give me your wrists.”

“I promise I won’t—”

Anger flashed through his dark eyes. “Wrists.”

She held out her hands and he slapped the cuffs around them.

“Get on the bed and lay down in a comfortable position.”

She hesitated a moment and he narrowed his eyes at her. “Don’t make me do it for you,” he said. She wiggled back onto the mattress and lay down, keeping her gaze on him. He took her in from her head to her feet and a muscle worked in his jaw. He knelt on the mattress and leaned over her, cussing under his breath. Her heart skipped a beat, and her mind created a multitude of carnal images that had her breath coming faster.

He eased her arms over her head and secured the cuffs to the headboard. When he’d finished, he lingered over her, looking down into her eyes. “What’s your story, Bianca?” he asked softly. “You tease, you tempt, you almost push me past my limits of control. Then you get all innocent and scared.” He cocked his head to the side. “You fascinate me.”

Her fingers found and grasped the spindles of the headboard. “Touch me,” she murmured. “Angelo, touch me, please.”

He stilled, every muscle in his big body going rigid. “Bianca….”

“I know you want to and I want you to do it. For the first time in a very long time, I want…” She trailed off and turned her head away from him, ashamed of her admission. “Please,” she whispered, nearly sobbing. “Please put your hands on me.” Bianca closed her eyes, readying herself for heartbreaking rejection.

He did nothing, said nothing for several heartbeats. Then she felt his hand high on her waist. The warmth of his palm bled through the material of her shirt and into her skin. He just kept it there, not moving. She closed her eyes at the contact and sighed in contentment.

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