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an excerpt from
CHOSEN PREY
by Cheyenne McCray
© Copyright Cheyenne McCray, 2006.
All Rights Reserved, St. Martin's Press
When he turned back to Lyra, she suddenly felt awkward and shy.
"It's getting late," he said, not taking his eyes from hers.
Lyra nodded but couldn't talk because her throat had gone dry and she couldn't think of a word to say. Her heart pounded and crazy sensations zipped from her belly to her sex.
By the look in his dark eyes, Dare felt the same tension that now filled the room. It was electrifying.
When he walked toward her, she found herself moving, too, until she met him halfway.
For a long moment she stared up at him. His penetrating gaze made her feel like he was inside her, a part of her.
Dare brought his hands up to her face as he lowered his mouth closer to hers and she felt his warm breath on her lips. She wanted him to kiss her so badly that she couldn't wait. Didn't wait.
She slipped her hands up and around his neck and brought him down at the same time she tipped her head up, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips against his. Dare groaned and opened his mouth, and she slipped her tongue inside. He tasted so good. Of chocolate cake, iced tea, and male. He smelled of sunshine and warmth, a warmth she wanted to wrap around herself and never let go.
When he drew away, she opened her eyes and licked her moist lips, still tasting him on her mouth and tongue. A thrill rolled around in her belly as his erection pressed against her. Her nipples were so hard they ached and she felt shivery and jittery.
Dare lowered his head again and bit her lower lip. She cried out as he thrust his tongue into her mouth again. His stubble abraded her soft skin, making her feel even more raw inside and out.
Lyra moaned and he answered her by sucking her tongue into his mouth. He moved one of his hands into her hair and clenched a lock of it so hard that the pain of it turned into a sweet kind of pleasure.
While his mouth literally ravaged her, his free hand slid up her thigh, beneath her tank top and to her breasts. He pinched one of her nipples and she groaned from the desire that grew in intensity from his touch.
"Take off your shoes," Dare murmured against her mouth before he trailed his lips over to her jawline.
Lyra didn't hesitate. She toed off each shoe, kicking them across the room.
Dare continued taking a lazy path with his lips down her neck to her cloth-covered nipple. Lyra held onto him as he nipped at her breast through her tank top and she found herself wanting him to hurry. Wanted so much more than just kissing and touching.
