Lisa Childs - Hot Seduction

His fingers tangled in her hair as he held her head still for his kiss. And he kept kissing her—moving his lips across hers while teasing her with the tip of his tongue.

Just his kiss had her trembling as desire overwhelmed her. Passion heated her blood, had her breasts swelling, her nipples tightening. She felt the pull from their sensitive tips to her core.

One of his hands moved from her hair. His fingers trailed down the side of her neck and then lower—inside the opening of her robe.

“I’ve been so jealous,” he murmured.

“What?” There was no one in her life for him to envy.

His fingers slid down between her breasts. “I’ve been so jealous...of that damn ice cube.”

She shivered as sensations raced through her.

“The ice cube was colder than my touch,” he said, misinterpreting the cause of her shiver.

She was beyond hot for him. But his fingers were cold. And she remembered that he’d been lying under the almost icy spray of water. She reached out and touched the bump on his head. The blood was no longer flowing, but it continued to trickle from the cut.

“You might need stitches,” she said, “and a CT scan.” She’d taken enough nursing courses to know the consequences of a serious concussion. He could develop a bleed and swelling on the brain.

“I need you.” He moved in the tub, as if trying to get out, but he slipped again. “What the hell...”

“Don’t,” she said. “You shouldn’t try to move. You might have broken a bone.”

“It’s not broken,” he said.

She glanced down at his erection. And a wistful gasp escaped from her lips. He was so big. So hard...

She wanted to touch him. “You’re hurt,” she reminded them both.

He groaned. “I’m hurting...”

“Let me call for help—”

But he had her wrist again. When he tugged on it, though, he slipped and inadvertently jerked Serena into the bathtub with him. She tumbled down on top of his naked body. Her silky robe and her skin slid over his.

Her pulse raced. She gripped his arms, trying to steady herself to get up, but instead of pushing away, she held on to him. “Cody...”

He groaned again and touched his fingers to the bump on his head. He was hurting. Really hurting.

And she was thinking only of how amazing his body felt against hers. His cock pushed against her hip, pulsing like her heartbeat. She wanted to touch it, taste it...

But she couldn’t act on her desire—for so many reasons. She reached for the tub instead of him, trying to use the porcelain for leverage. But her hand slipped. The surface wasn’t just slick from the water. There was something on it—something oily.

She understood now why Cody had fallen. He could have been killed.

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