Fate and Destiny by Claire Collins

back edge
of her shirt. His touch so gentle against the warm skin on her back
she wouldn’t have known it was there except for the electrical
surge that radiated from the spot where his fingers circled on her
spine.
    Destiny could sense the
tentativeness in Andrew. She decided to help him along. Sitting up
in the bed as best she could, she reached down, grabbing the bottom
of her shirt and pulling it over her head. The cool air breathed
over her exposed skin, immediately hardening her nipples. She
quickly put her body back against the heat of his.
    Wrapping his arms back
around her, he pulled her close, skin against skin under the
blankets. Tucking her face against his shoulder, he smelled clean
and rough at the same time. Her skin tingled over each inch that
touched his. She needed him more than she had ever needed anyone
before. A need both physical and mental. Her body hadn’t been
touched in so long that she forgot how good it felt.
    Although she had
opportunities, indiscriminate sex had never interested her. The
emotional connections had to be in place to be involved physically,
and she was drawn to Andrew unlike any other man she had ever
known.
    Her eyes locked on his as
she lightly touched the center of his chest. His skin was smooth,
soft and the muscles under her fingers hardened at her touch. Her
eyes unwavering, she resumed caressing his lips with
hers.
    Each fluttery movement
caused Andrew’s breath to catch in his throat as she continued her
seduction. Placing his hands on Destiny’s hips, he pulled her
against him so she could feel what she was doing to him. Through
the butterfly kisses, he felt a smile cross her lips. Her hand
traced the line down the center of his chest towards his
navel.
    Although she was initiating
much of the contact, Andrew was concerned that he would startle
her. Slowly brushing his lips along her mouth, around the edges,
across her delicate jaw line and down to her neck. Her fingers
continued to explore from his collarbone to his navel. Her
exploring was so slow and calculated that he thought he would
explode if she stopped now. Explosion was also probable if she
didn’t reach her destination soon.
    Destiny tilted her head,
rolling over onto her back while Andrew kissed her softly down the
side of her neck. The fullness and shape of her breasts were
defined by the firelight. His fingertips tracing the side of her
body from her hip to encircle the base of her breast before running
his fingers over the pert nipple. His mouth found its way to the
neglected mate and he teased, flicking it with his
tongue.
    Quiet sighs from Destiny
confirmed the pleasure he was giving her. Releasing the tortured
peaks only long enough to cover her body with his, Andrew resumed
his gentle assault. Destiny spread her knees and willingly allowed
him to position himself on her body. Her hands sliding around to
the small of his back, she pulled him against her. Her injured leg
rested across his hips, the other leg wrapped around his thigh,
securely holding him in place. His weight pressing her into the
mattress made it easy to discern how aroused he was through the
layers of cloth they still wore. Sliding her hands into the back of
the waist of his jeans, she unhooked her legs, releasing him. She
wanted to rip the denim from him and needed access to the buttons
in the front.
    Andrew got the message,
easing himself from her, and quickly removing the rest of his
clothing. The soft flickering light bounced off wide shoulders,
taut thighs, and thick arms. His body was firm and muscular and she
ached to have him reclaim his place in the few moments that he was
away from her. After his jeans hit the floor, Andrew went about the
task of revealing all of Destiny to his eyes again.
    Hooking his hands in the
waistband of the sweats, he slid them off in one swift move,
carefully from around her swollen ankle. She was even more
beautiful lying before him now than she had been in the shower. The
fire made her skin glow,