Learning to Fly by Melissa Snark
Genre: Erotic Suspense
Published: September 7, 2012
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Amazon ASBN: B0099AIEIW
Cassandra Claeys is a bohemian artist with a passion for shoes and architecture. Her past wasn't pretty and she's got the scars to prove it, but she's determined to live and love again and she's hoping her newest client is just the man for the job. But the crazed serial killer that once held her captive escapes from prison, willing to kill again to make his maniacal fantasies come true.
Architect Kyle McCloud hires the fiery redhead to illustrate his latest project, never dreaming that she would bring passion and danger to his door. Cassie is easily spooked and as flighty as one of his injured birds, but he's willing to work overtime to make her soar for him alone.
The impact of that first real kiss put Cassie into a tailspin. She couldn’t believe her audacity, taking unprecedented liberties with Kyle. He took no more than she offered, and the steady union of their mouths sent her emotions wildcatting. Her knees grew weak and an aching wetness between her thighs made her squirm.The kiss broke softly. He still wasn’t pressing for more, but rather leaving the decision up to her. No other approach could have been more right, and some of her fearful tension unraveled.“Cassie, what do you want?” Passion roughened his voice. Kyle’s hand sought the back of her head, fingers entangling in her curly tresses. His other arm encircled her waist. Uncertainty crept upon her again, because nothing had prepared her for the acuity of her own desire. Abruptly, years of celibacy left her mired in moist heat, awful emptiness in her loins, a craving for penetration. She wanted his—egad, her mind went straight to the gutter and dredged up cock—erm, man parts. Oh yes, she wanted him bad.“Kyle, I just…I need…” More. She mouthed the word against his lips. She surged against him so her breasts rubbed against his chest, her thighs banged into his legs. Her hands supplicated, massaging the corded muscles of his broad shoulders.He sucked in a sharp breath. Without warning, a switch flipped. Kyle’s arms tightened about Cassie, holding her to him, and the kiss intensified, rougher and hotter. Her lips parted and the tip of his tongue penetrated her mouth, the barest flicker. He tasted of salt and spice. Just a hint of beer peppered his breath, rich and frothy, intoxicating. He was so much bigger than her, and unexpected fear jolted her when he pinned her against the wall. It was too much too fast.She panicked, not terrified shrieking or an irrational desire to escape, but heart racing, short of breath, fear. Her hands flattened against his shoulders and she shoved him back. The kiss broke and a strangled cry escaped her lips. Her resistance must have penetrated his passionate haze because he released her immediately. Stumbling, Cassie retreated into the bedroom. Her hands groped for support until she finally found the edge of the dresser, and then she clung to it. To her intense mortification, tears threatened. Her throat closed up and her chest hurt.He stared at her in bewilderment. “Are you playing me?”“No, no, never,” she denied. How could she blame him for thinking the worst? She’d encouraged him to be more passionate, and then she’d rejected him. Any man would have been justified in thinking her hot and cold responses to be nothing more than a game.