clenched teeth. “Please kiss me, Grace,” he said in a husky voice, willing her to stop resisting him, to give back with equal ardor the passion he so wanted to make her feel. “I’ve been dreaming all night long of kissing you.”
Grace’s head spun. Her senses were engulfed; his hands, his plundering tongue, his incredible, intoxicating scent, a beguiling combination of soap and leather and something indefinable. Everything about him made her want to ignore all her warning instincts, simply to let go and give herself up to the incredible sensations sweeping through her. She stood rigidly resistant in his arms, desperately fighting the overwhelming urge to give in to him. In helpless alarm she felt his hand move inexorably up her rib cage and stop when it came to the swell of her small breast. His thumb lazily caressed the sensitive underside, testing her reaction. Slowly he moved his hand to let her breast fill his cupped palm. Grace held her breath, unable to believe she was not pulling away from him. She gasped in shocked surprise when he slid his other hand deep into the thick curls at the back of her head and deliberately grazed his thumb across her already hardening nipple. The moment she opened her mouth Trevor deepened the kiss, tilting her head back and pushing his tongue past her teeth to the warm, moist softness within.
Liquid heat unfurled in Grace’s stomach and spread, unrestrained, throughout her body, making her head spin and her knees weak. Slowly the rigid tension left her. She willingly opened her mouth to his, pressing herself with an urgency beyond her own understanding against his hard length. Her breast tingled where his thumb had grazed her nipple, and she felt a growing sense of need for something more, something she could not describe. Without realizing she did so, she reached around his neck and put both hands on the back of his head, instinctively pulling his mouth closer to hers, and then tentatively touching the tip of her tongue to his.
Trevor stiffened and groaned deeply at the light caress of her tongue. He felt the iron control over his rampaging desire suddenly break. He
had
to feel her against him. Expertlyhe unfastened the top buttons of her shirt with one hand and deftly slid it inside. The slightly rough skin of his fingers encountered the velvet softness of her breast. Trevor caught his breath, then centered her hardening nipple in the palm of his hand, lifting and kneading her tender flesh with ever-growing need. He slid his other hand from the back of her neck down her spine to cup her shapely buttocks and pull her fully against the rigid evidence of his arousal, his tongue plunging in and out of her mouth in ageless, primitive suggestion. He had never tasted anything so sweet, and knew that if they did not stop soon he would take her, here and now, out in the open beneath this shady oak tree. With a strength he did not know he possessed, he dragged his mouth from hers, flinching at her unintentional soft whimper of denial, and stared, sightless, over the top of her head, his mind fighting to command his thundering need.
Grace stood quietly in his embrace, her surging heartbeat slowly returning to normal. She felt drained of all sense. As sanity began to return, she realized with humiliated chagrin that she had acted like a common strumpet, pressing herself against him and returning his ardor with virtually no resistance. She closed her eyes and laid her flushed cheek against his soft linen shirt, the sound of his heart racing as wildly as hers comforting her for a moment, then, with a sudden rush of clarity, making her face a horrifying truth.
God help her, she wanted more!
Trevor gently closed his arms around her trembling body, sensing her frightened reaction to the incredible passion they had just shared in one simple kiss. He smoothed her tumbled hair, untangled the ivory ribbon that had somehow come undone, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, humbled by the
Grace’s head spun. Her senses were engulfed; his hands, his plundering tongue, his incredible, intoxicating scent, a beguiling combination of soap and leather and something indefinable. Everything about him made her want to ignore all her warning instincts, simply to let go and give herself up to the incredible sensations sweeping through her. She stood rigidly resistant in his arms, desperately fighting the overwhelming urge to give in to him. In helpless alarm she felt his hand move inexorably up her rib cage and stop when it came to the swell of her small breast. His thumb lazily caressed the sensitive underside, testing her reaction. Slowly he moved his hand to let her breast fill his cupped palm. Grace held her breath, unable to believe she was not pulling away from him. She gasped in shocked surprise when he slid his other hand deep into the thick curls at the back of her head and deliberately grazed his thumb across her already hardening nipple. The moment she opened her mouth Trevor deepened the kiss, tilting her head back and pushing his tongue past her teeth to the warm, moist softness within.
Liquid heat unfurled in Grace’s stomach and spread, unrestrained, throughout her body, making her head spin and her knees weak. Slowly the rigid tension left her. She willingly opened her mouth to his, pressing herself with an urgency beyond her own understanding against his hard length. Her breast tingled where his thumb had grazed her nipple, and she felt a growing sense of need for something more, something she could not describe. Without realizing she did so, she reached around his neck and put both hands on the back of his head, instinctively pulling his mouth closer to hers, and then tentatively touching the tip of her tongue to his.
Trevor stiffened and groaned deeply at the light caress of her tongue. He felt the iron control over his rampaging desire suddenly break. He
had
to feel her against him. Expertlyhe unfastened the top buttons of her shirt with one hand and deftly slid it inside. The slightly rough skin of his fingers encountered the velvet softness of her breast. Trevor caught his breath, then centered her hardening nipple in the palm of his hand, lifting and kneading her tender flesh with ever-growing need. He slid his other hand from the back of her neck down her spine to cup her shapely buttocks and pull her fully against the rigid evidence of his arousal, his tongue plunging in and out of her mouth in ageless, primitive suggestion. He had never tasted anything so sweet, and knew that if they did not stop soon he would take her, here and now, out in the open beneath this shady oak tree. With a strength he did not know he possessed, he dragged his mouth from hers, flinching at her unintentional soft whimper of denial, and stared, sightless, over the top of her head, his mind fighting to command his thundering need.
Grace stood quietly in his embrace, her surging heartbeat slowly returning to normal. She felt drained of all sense. As sanity began to return, she realized with humiliated chagrin that she had acted like a common strumpet, pressing herself against him and returning his ardor with virtually no resistance. She closed her eyes and laid her flushed cheek against his soft linen shirt, the sound of his heart racing as wildly as hers comforting her for a moment, then, with a sudden rush of clarity, making her face a horrifying truth.
God help her, she wanted more!
Trevor gently closed his arms around her trembling body, sensing her frightened reaction to the incredible passion they had just shared in one simple kiss. He smoothed her tumbled hair, untangled the ivory ribbon that had somehow come undone, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, humbled by the
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