An Amourous Dance by Jessica Lauryn
“You remembered, Hannah,” Evan whispered. “When you and I were on the stage, you remembered what it felt like when you and I last spoke the words of Blair and Fin, when our stares were flaming with the conflagration of our fantasies and our desire for one another was so strong that we were powerless to do anything but tear the clothes from each other’s bodies.” Grazing her hip with his palm, he said in the same deep voice, “You remembered the first time I drew your body against mine, kissed your lips as though I was planning on swallowing you whole….”
Evan captured her lips with his, and as his hot mouth surrounded hers, Hannah’s resistance rushed away in a deluge, and her body came alive with a need she’d been trying to suppress for years. Tingles as hot as fire danced along her skin, and her breasts ached with a familiar longing, desperate to be touched by her seducer’s hands and mouth alike. Her breath came in short gasps as Evan’s mouth trailed from her lips to her neck and lower still, as though he could read her every thought, as though he sought to give her exactly what her body craved.
A chill came over her as she realized just how close she was to letting that happen. Hannah pulled away and covered her mouth with her hand. She said in the stiffest voice possible, “I realize it’s been a long time for you, but what you and I were doing out on that stage is called acting, Evan. I was playing the part of Blair Copeland, who, for some inexplicable reason, can’t seem to shake her infatuation with a conniving, lowlife blackguard.”
“I don’t believe Ms. Copeland could have said it better herself. In fact, I believe that you and your soul-heroine have a lot in common, particularly the fact that you’re both helplessly attracted to dangerous Fin Cashmore.”
Hannah stopped him before he could touch her face. “I suppose you’re Fin in this ridiculous analogy? I promise you that any feelings I may have had for you died twenty years ago. The only thing I feel for you now is complete and total malevolence.”
“Now who exactly said anything about feelings?” When her face turned beat-red, the stage director smiled and said, “There is a fine line between love and hate. I believe in your case that line is here.”
Evan gazed into her eyes, and with a look indicating he knew she was conceding, he brushed his mouth against hers. Hannah remained still but didn’t pull away, and Evan leaned in a second time, drowning her in the softness of his lips. The feel of him gliding against her comforted her and after a bit of prodding, she began to kiss him back. Evan assumed control, urging her against the couch’s armrest and penetrating her mouth with the heat of his tongue.
Hannah moaned at the familiar taste of danger, her heart beating so hard and fast that her eardrums vibrated from the sound. She wanted Evan to make love to her like she’d never wanted anything, and she was terrified to realize she was on the brink of letting it happen. The woman no one had power over, this man seemed to hold all the power in the world. As he reached to cup her breasts, she placed her hands against his chest, so afraid of being at his mercy that she shoved him to the floor.
“If you ever try that again,” Hannah hissed, “I swear to God I will make you regret it.”
Evan’s lips were still parted and he was looking up at her like an animal whose prey had just escaped from his watering mouth. Hannah reasoned that it wasn’t too far from the truth. She wanted to slap him from here to kingdom come, but as she bent over, she realized her body had a very different idea. Instead of hitting Evan’s face, she grabbed hold of his collar. Kneeling on the floor beside him, she assumed a position of dominance and crawled on top of him, slamming her mouth against his.