Amanda couldn't breathe. Every inch of him was pressed intimately against her and she became instantly aware of the fact that his arms weren't the only part of his body that was rock-hard and solid. The man was a wall of sleek, strong muscle.
His hips rested dead center between her legs while his hard, taut stomach leaned against her in a way that brought a flush to her cheeks. Made her feel hot and tingly. Breathless.
For the first time in her life, she wanted to lift her head and kiss a man whom she knew absolutely nothing about. Who was he?
To her complete shock, he lowered his head down to the side of her face and took a deep breath in her hair. Amanda went rigid. "Are you sniffing me?"
A deep, melodious laugh rumbled through his body, sending an odd tingly surge through her. "Only admiring your perfume, ma fleur ," he whispered softly in her ear with a strange, provocative accent that melted her. His voice was so deep it reminded her of thunder and it rumbled through her with a devastating effect. Okay, so the man was incredibly hot, and his breath on her neck sent thousands of needlelike chills over her body.
"You are not Tabitha Devereaux." He whispered the words so softly that even with his mouth brushing her ear she had to strain to hear him.
She swallowed. "You know T—"
"Shh," he whispered in her ear as his thumbs caressed her captured wrists in a rhythm that sent electric surges through her. Her breasts drew tight as desire scorched her.
He moved his face against hers, scraping her cheek gently with his whiskers and causing another wave of chills to consume her. Never in her life had she felt anything more arousing than his weight on her or smelled anything more exciting than the spicy, manly scent of him.
"They are listening." Kyrian drew a deep, appreciative breath.
Now that he was certain she posed no immediate threat, he knew he should move away from the woman beneath him, and yet…
It had been a long time since he’s lain between a woman's thighs. An eternity since he had dared be this close to a female. He had forgotten the warm softness of breasts pressed against his chest. The feel of hot, sweet breath on his neck.
But now that she was under him…
Oh yes, he remembered this. He remembered the way a woman's hands felt as they roamed his naked back. The way a woman felt as she writhed to his expert touch.
For a minute, Kyrian actually lost himself to the sensation of it as he imagined removing their clothes and exploring her curves more fully. And much more intimately.
He closed his eyes at the thought of running his tongue over her breast, of toying with the swollen nipple while she buried her hands in his hair. She squirmed beneath him, only adding to his fantasy. Hmmm…
Of course, if she ever found out who and what he was, she would pale in terror. And if she were anything like her sister, she would attack until one of them was dead. Such a pity, really. But then, he was used to people being terrified of him. It was the curse and the salvation of his breed.
"Who's listening?" she whispered.
Opening his eyes, he relished the sound of her gentle, lilting voice. How he loved a smooth Southern drawl, and this woman had one that rolled off her tongue like exquisite silk.
Against his iron will, his body stirred viciously in response to her. The need rose in him to taste those full, parted lips as he spread her thighs wide and buried himself deep inside her heat.
Oh yes, he could savor this woman. All of her.
He pulled back slightly to better study her face. Her dark brown hair was liberally laced with auburn strands that caught the light. Her deep blue eyes showed her confusion, her anger, and her spirit. They were set in a beguiling face that had one tiny freckle just below her right eye. That mark alone distinguished her from her sister.
That and her scent.
Tabitha wore expensive perfumes that overwhelmed his highly developed senses, while this woman smelled of roses and softness. Right then Kyrian wanted her with a need so demanding that it momentarily stunned him. It had been centuries since he last craved a woman this way.
Centuries since he had felt anything at all. Amanda's face burned as his erection bulged disturbingly against her pelvis. The man might not be dead, but he was certainly stiff. And this had nothing to do with rigor mortis. "Look, buster, I really think you need to find someplace else to rest."
His gaze focused hungrily on her lips and she saw the raw longing in the depths of those midnight eyes. His jaw flexed rigidly as if he were fighting himself. His masculine power and overt sexuality overwhelmed her.
As she lay there beneath him, she realized just how vulnerable she was to him. And how much she truly wanted a taste of those well-shaped lips. That thought both scared and excited her. He blinked and a veil came over his face, disguising his mood from her. He released her.
As he moved away, she saw the blood on her pink sweater. "Oh, my God!" she gasped. "You're bleeding?"
He took a deep breath as he sat next to her. "The wound will heal."