down the length of my arms and I became excruciatingly aware of my body. When he leaned in to kiss me, I held back the urge to pull him into the tub with me.
“I want to make you mine,” he said before pressing deeper for a passionate kiss.
I heard the determination in his voice, even a hint of possessiveness. Swept up in the moment, I reveled in the kiss and ignored the implication of his words. The heat of his kiss burned and brought such aching for him. My body throbbed in places I’d never given any thought to.
“What are you doing to me?” I mumbled feebly through the tangle of kisses. “Why do I lose all control of my senses when I’m with you?”
Through the blur of kisses, I glimpsed his pleased grin and dancing eyes. I was being too easy, I thought, giving in to him like some innocent and inexperienced virgin.
A little voice at the back of my head pleaded for me to be strong, to take over the situation. I wanted to be independent, to lead my life as a single woman in New York, yet…
With his lips firmly gripped on mine, he grasped my arms and stood me in the tub before lifting me out of the water.
That little voice tried to speak up, try to reason with the raging hormones that thought only of the moment to come. Naked and glistening with fine droplets of water and oil, I felt a complete sense of abandon; of right.
This is where I belong, I thought, in his arms, in his home, in his bed. I had wanted this for a long time, ever since I first heard his voice and felt his presence at the Opera House.
He carried me, his steps sure and strong as he brought me to his bedroom. At his bed, he stopped and pulled his lips from mine. “I want you, Annette. I’ve always wanted you, but I am not a beast, nor will I act like one.”
Right in that moment, I wanted to beg him to be as beastly as he could be, but I smiled innocently, confused by the heat of his kiss and the calm control of his words.
“You’ve made it clear you have no intention of committing yourself to a relationship with Aaron or Chace.”
Dumbfounded and wanting only to regain his lips, I nodded.
“But you’ve never spoken of your intentions towards me.” He laid me on the bed and stretched out beside me, his gaze running the length of my body just a moment before his fingers took up the same path. I had never been completely naked in front of him, except when Kristine had possessed me, so at first, I felt shy around him. “You’re beautiful, Annette, in every way possible. I’d never imagined I could have you like this, hold you like this, but I’ll respect your wishes, if you should decide I’m pushing you too far.”
I smiled, inviting him to push me as far as I would go. “I have no reservations where you're concerned, Eric. I never have. All I know is that I’ve been waiting so long for you to love me back… all I want to do is let go… completely.”
“My sweetest, Annette.” He pulled me into his arms, crushing my breasts to his chest. As his lips kissed their way over my face, his hands discovered parts of my body that had remained a mystery to him. “I want you, for now and for all eternity.”
In the fog of his kiss, in the ardor of his passion, I resisted the meaning of what he’d just said, but the words, one by one, crept through my foggy consciousness and left me bolting upright.
“Are you okay?” He sat up with me, as stunned as I was.
I felt I’d be smacked in the belly with a two by four and turned to stare at him, wide-eyed with disbelief. He would go on to live for all eternity… I wouldn’t. It meant little now; we were, in relative terms, the same age, but what would happen as time went on? I’d grow older while he remained forever youthful and handsome.
“Eric, what will happen to us? You're immortal. I’m not.”
I instantly saw a frown of confusion followed with a restrained grimace of frustration.
“Is this what has you sitting upright in my bed?
“I want to make you mine,” he said before pressing deeper for a passionate kiss.
I heard the determination in his voice, even a hint of possessiveness. Swept up in the moment, I reveled in the kiss and ignored the implication of his words. The heat of his kiss burned and brought such aching for him. My body throbbed in places I’d never given any thought to.
“What are you doing to me?” I mumbled feebly through the tangle of kisses. “Why do I lose all control of my senses when I’m with you?”
Through the blur of kisses, I glimpsed his pleased grin and dancing eyes. I was being too easy, I thought, giving in to him like some innocent and inexperienced virgin.
A little voice at the back of my head pleaded for me to be strong, to take over the situation. I wanted to be independent, to lead my life as a single woman in New York, yet…
With his lips firmly gripped on mine, he grasped my arms and stood me in the tub before lifting me out of the water.
That little voice tried to speak up, try to reason with the raging hormones that thought only of the moment to come. Naked and glistening with fine droplets of water and oil, I felt a complete sense of abandon; of right.
This is where I belong, I thought, in his arms, in his home, in his bed. I had wanted this for a long time, ever since I first heard his voice and felt his presence at the Opera House.
He carried me, his steps sure and strong as he brought me to his bedroom. At his bed, he stopped and pulled his lips from mine. “I want you, Annette. I’ve always wanted you, but I am not a beast, nor will I act like one.”
Right in that moment, I wanted to beg him to be as beastly as he could be, but I smiled innocently, confused by the heat of his kiss and the calm control of his words.
“You’ve made it clear you have no intention of committing yourself to a relationship with Aaron or Chace.”
Dumbfounded and wanting only to regain his lips, I nodded.
“But you’ve never spoken of your intentions towards me.” He laid me on the bed and stretched out beside me, his gaze running the length of my body just a moment before his fingers took up the same path. I had never been completely naked in front of him, except when Kristine had possessed me, so at first, I felt shy around him. “You’re beautiful, Annette, in every way possible. I’d never imagined I could have you like this, hold you like this, but I’ll respect your wishes, if you should decide I’m pushing you too far.”
I smiled, inviting him to push me as far as I would go. “I have no reservations where you're concerned, Eric. I never have. All I know is that I’ve been waiting so long for you to love me back… all I want to do is let go… completely.”
“My sweetest, Annette.” He pulled me into his arms, crushing my breasts to his chest. As his lips kissed their way over my face, his hands discovered parts of my body that had remained a mystery to him. “I want you, for now and for all eternity.”
In the fog of his kiss, in the ardor of his passion, I resisted the meaning of what he’d just said, but the words, one by one, crept through my foggy consciousness and left me bolting upright.
“Are you okay?” He sat up with me, as stunned as I was.
I felt I’d be smacked in the belly with a two by four and turned to stare at him, wide-eyed with disbelief. He would go on to live for all eternity… I wouldn’t. It meant little now; we were, in relative terms, the same age, but what would happen as time went on? I’d grow older while he remained forever youthful and handsome.
“Eric, what will happen to us? You're immortal. I’m not.”
I instantly saw a frown of confusion followed with a restrained grimace of frustration.
“Is this what has you sitting upright in my bed?
Similar Books
