idea or expectation of her.
He was healing a part of her she hadn’t realized needed to be healed. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tunneled her fingers into the thick hair at the nape of his neck. She held him to her, realizing in that moment that she didn’t want him to let her go.
She needed this more than she’d expected. When his mouth moved over hers and his hands explored her body she didn’t care about the what-ifs—she didn’t want to think about tomorrow or about consequences. She just wanted to feel.
She touched the buttons at the top of his shirt and undid them while he caressed her from shoulder blade to breast and back again. He found the zipper in the side of her dress and drew it down slowly. Every caress seemed to last longer than the first. And the feel of his hands onher body was an exquisite torture that she couldn’t get enough of.
She reached for the neckline of her dress, wanting the fabric out of the way so that she could feel his hands on her flesh, but he stopped her.
“Not so fast. I wish to savor you.”
She shivered at the note of lust in his voice. No one had ever wanted to make slow love to her before.
“I want your hands on me.”
“They are,” he said, running his hands down her back, spanning her waist and bringing them back to her front.
She realized that he wasn’t going to be hurried. He would take his time until he drove her insane with pleasure. Two can play at this game, she thought, reaching for the buttons of his shirt again and undoing the rest of them.
She pushed the fabric open and finally had her hands on his chest. It was well muscled and lightly dusted with hair. She ran her fingers from his neck to his waistband, following the line of his sternum. She lightly scraped her nails down his chest and he shuddered as her touch moved over his abdomen.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes,” he growled.
She smiled to herself as she reached lower, stroking his erection through the fabric of his pants. He grew harder and longer under her fingers as she found his zipper. But instead of lowering it, she simply stroked him harder through his pants. His hips shifted, following her touch, and she leaned forward to kiss his chest.
He smelled so good. She took a deep breath ofhis unique scent—she’d never smelled anything so wonderful in her entire life.
His hands were back on her body, slipping inside the opening of her dress and finding the clasp of her bra between her shoulder blades. He kept one hand there, splayed across her back as he drew her forward. The other hand pulled the loosened dress away from her body.
“Take your arms out of this dress,” he said, his voice shot through with desire.
She followed his commands. He pushed the bodice of her dress and her bra straps down until she was naked from the waist up. The night air caressed her bare skin as she studied his face.
He held her wrists loosely in both hands and stared down at her. She wondered if she was pleasing to him—every man liked something different in a woman’s body. She hoped he got as much pleasure from looking at her as she did from seeing him.
He brought his free hand up to her mouth and touched her lips before drawing one finger down her body. He traced the line of her collarbone and then moved lower. His fingers fanned out to caress her chest and then the full globes of her breasts.
Her nipples tightened and she wanted to feel his fingers on them. She shifted her shoulders but again she was reminded that he wouldn’t be hurried. When he could tell she liked what he was doing, he seemed to slow his pace even more, making her whole body ache with desire.
His hands spread down her back, bringing her forward until the tips of her nipples brushed against his chest.She shivered as her blood began to run heavier. He held her firmly in his arms, making very sure that she stayed where he wanted her to. She tipped her head back and met his dark blue eyes.
“Are you sure this
He was healing a part of her she hadn’t realized needed to be healed. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tunneled her fingers into the thick hair at the nape of his neck. She held him to her, realizing in that moment that she didn’t want him to let her go.
She needed this more than she’d expected. When his mouth moved over hers and his hands explored her body she didn’t care about the what-ifs—she didn’t want to think about tomorrow or about consequences. She just wanted to feel.
She touched the buttons at the top of his shirt and undid them while he caressed her from shoulder blade to breast and back again. He found the zipper in the side of her dress and drew it down slowly. Every caress seemed to last longer than the first. And the feel of his hands onher body was an exquisite torture that she couldn’t get enough of.
She reached for the neckline of her dress, wanting the fabric out of the way so that she could feel his hands on her flesh, but he stopped her.
“Not so fast. I wish to savor you.”
She shivered at the note of lust in his voice. No one had ever wanted to make slow love to her before.
“I want your hands on me.”
“They are,” he said, running his hands down her back, spanning her waist and bringing them back to her front.
She realized that he wasn’t going to be hurried. He would take his time until he drove her insane with pleasure. Two can play at this game, she thought, reaching for the buttons of his shirt again and undoing the rest of them.
She pushed the fabric open and finally had her hands on his chest. It was well muscled and lightly dusted with hair. She ran her fingers from his neck to his waistband, following the line of his sternum. She lightly scraped her nails down his chest and he shuddered as her touch moved over his abdomen.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes,” he growled.
She smiled to herself as she reached lower, stroking his erection through the fabric of his pants. He grew harder and longer under her fingers as she found his zipper. But instead of lowering it, she simply stroked him harder through his pants. His hips shifted, following her touch, and she leaned forward to kiss his chest.
He smelled so good. She took a deep breath ofhis unique scent—she’d never smelled anything so wonderful in her entire life.
His hands were back on her body, slipping inside the opening of her dress and finding the clasp of her bra between her shoulder blades. He kept one hand there, splayed across her back as he drew her forward. The other hand pulled the loosened dress away from her body.
“Take your arms out of this dress,” he said, his voice shot through with desire.
She followed his commands. He pushed the bodice of her dress and her bra straps down until she was naked from the waist up. The night air caressed her bare skin as she studied his face.
He held her wrists loosely in both hands and stared down at her. She wondered if she was pleasing to him—every man liked something different in a woman’s body. She hoped he got as much pleasure from looking at her as she did from seeing him.
He brought his free hand up to her mouth and touched her lips before drawing one finger down her body. He traced the line of her collarbone and then moved lower. His fingers fanned out to caress her chest and then the full globes of her breasts.
Her nipples tightened and she wanted to feel his fingers on them. She shifted her shoulders but again she was reminded that he wouldn’t be hurried. When he could tell she liked what he was doing, he seemed to slow his pace even more, making her whole body ache with desire.
His hands spread down her back, bringing her forward until the tips of her nipples brushed against his chest.She shivered as her blood began to run heavier. He held her firmly in his arms, making very sure that she stayed where he wanted her to. She tipped her head back and met his dark blue eyes.
“Are you sure this
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