could smell the light scent of vanilla candles burning. The king sized bamboo bed and chest of drawers fit perfectly into the nook built into the wall. The wood floors, forest green walls and burgundy ceiling had a warm, cozy atmosphere. “This is great.”
He set their plates on the oak desk beside his door. “Your reaction when you saw the front was priceless.” He chuckled. “You were trying to be so polite.” He handed her the remote control and pointed to the chaise lounge. “Have a seat. The bedroom and kitchen were easy to fix up. I ran out of creativity by the time I finished them.”
“You’ve done a great job in here.”
“I liked your place. Maybe you can help me out.”
“Maybe.” Dark rooms can produce a boxed-in feeling; however, this room was spacious enough to offset that feeling. A built-in bookshelf and combo entertainment unit took up the wall opposite the bed. “Huge television.”
“Wait until you hear the surround sound.” He searched through his DVD collection for something she might like.
“I can help.”
“No, no. I’ll take care of everything. Just sit and look pretty. You’ll get the full effect of the speakers if you sit against the headboard of the bed.”
Her brows rose.
“I’m not trying to seduce you—yet.” A half grin slipped out along with bouncing eyebrows. “Surround sound is something you need to experience.”
She kicked off her shoes and moved to the bed, curious to see what he meant by yet. He brought a her plate of food and a glass of wine on a serving tray. “Thank you, kind sir.”
“The pleasure is all mine.” He kissed her lightly.
“Tease.”
They ate while enjoying the large-screen television and surround sound. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had such a relaxing evening. It was as if the stress of the world was on the opposite side of Richard’s front door. She found a comforting sense of security being with him.
She followed him to the kitchen with the empty plates and helped him clean up. The sight of him at the kitchen sink busting suds actually turned her on. It had been too long since her last sexual encounter, but she repressed an urge to approach Richard from behind and slip her hands under his shirt.
Dishes dried and put away, they returned to the bedroom. “Would you like more to eat, dessert perhaps?” he asked.
“No, thank you.” The only dessert she wanted was Richard. Wanting to leave before she embarrassed herself, she looked for her shoes.
He came up from behind and began massaging her shoulders. “Are you relaxed from the long day?”
She dropped her head to the side, exposing her neck to his feather kisses. She wanted to give in, but they had just met. It was too soon.
He turned her around to face him. “Did you enjoy the entertainment?” He gestured toward the Loony Toons playing on the television and returned to her neck.
“Excellent entertainment and food.” This was a dangerous game, but she wasn’t ready to quit—not yet.
He held her close. “Have I met all of your needs thus far?”
His acceptance of her, his warm whisper, his loving caress, his masculine scent all weakened her self-control. “You have been a most gracious host.”
He lightly kissed her nose, then rested his forehead on hers. “Can I continue meeting your needs?” His mouth lowered to hers.
Ebony always strived for as much control as she could have over a situation, but kiss after succulent kiss forced her to face reality. She combed her fingers through his hair. She had lost all control and fallen in love with Richard. This is impossible. She turned away from him and the truth.
“Is something wrong?” He held her from behind, grinding gently.
“No,” she whispered, rotating in his arms.
They delved into each other’s eyes with an unspoken understanding. He moved his hands up from her hips, tracing her torso and lifting her sweater along the way. She kissed the edge of his grin. No holding back, no
He set their plates on the oak desk beside his door. “Your reaction when you saw the front was priceless.” He chuckled. “You were trying to be so polite.” He handed her the remote control and pointed to the chaise lounge. “Have a seat. The bedroom and kitchen were easy to fix up. I ran out of creativity by the time I finished them.”
“You’ve done a great job in here.”
“I liked your place. Maybe you can help me out.”
“Maybe.” Dark rooms can produce a boxed-in feeling; however, this room was spacious enough to offset that feeling. A built-in bookshelf and combo entertainment unit took up the wall opposite the bed. “Huge television.”
“Wait until you hear the surround sound.” He searched through his DVD collection for something she might like.
“I can help.”
“No, no. I’ll take care of everything. Just sit and look pretty. You’ll get the full effect of the speakers if you sit against the headboard of the bed.”
Her brows rose.
“I’m not trying to seduce you—yet.” A half grin slipped out along with bouncing eyebrows. “Surround sound is something you need to experience.”
She kicked off her shoes and moved to the bed, curious to see what he meant by yet. He brought a her plate of food and a glass of wine on a serving tray. “Thank you, kind sir.”
“The pleasure is all mine.” He kissed her lightly.
“Tease.”
They ate while enjoying the large-screen television and surround sound. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had such a relaxing evening. It was as if the stress of the world was on the opposite side of Richard’s front door. She found a comforting sense of security being with him.
She followed him to the kitchen with the empty plates and helped him clean up. The sight of him at the kitchen sink busting suds actually turned her on. It had been too long since her last sexual encounter, but she repressed an urge to approach Richard from behind and slip her hands under his shirt.
Dishes dried and put away, they returned to the bedroom. “Would you like more to eat, dessert perhaps?” he asked.
“No, thank you.” The only dessert she wanted was Richard. Wanting to leave before she embarrassed herself, she looked for her shoes.
He came up from behind and began massaging her shoulders. “Are you relaxed from the long day?”
She dropped her head to the side, exposing her neck to his feather kisses. She wanted to give in, but they had just met. It was too soon.
He turned her around to face him. “Did you enjoy the entertainment?” He gestured toward the Loony Toons playing on the television and returned to her neck.
“Excellent entertainment and food.” This was a dangerous game, but she wasn’t ready to quit—not yet.
He held her close. “Have I met all of your needs thus far?”
His acceptance of her, his warm whisper, his loving caress, his masculine scent all weakened her self-control. “You have been a most gracious host.”
He lightly kissed her nose, then rested his forehead on hers. “Can I continue meeting your needs?” His mouth lowered to hers.
Ebony always strived for as much control as she could have over a situation, but kiss after succulent kiss forced her to face reality. She combed her fingers through his hair. She had lost all control and fallen in love with Richard. This is impossible. She turned away from him and the truth.
“Is something wrong?” He held her from behind, grinding gently.
“No,” she whispered, rotating in his arms.
They delved into each other’s eyes with an unspoken understanding. He moved his hands up from her hips, tracing her torso and lifting her sweater along the way. She kissed the edge of his grin. No holding back, no
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