NEVER FALL FOR THE FORBIDDEN (NEVER FALL SERIES) by Jennifer Shortridge Page B

body needed sleep. Triton sunk back onto the couch. He was too tired to argue, “Just this once.”

Chapter Ten
                 
                  Triton knocked twice on the wooden door. It was ten o’clock, and a week and half since he had seen Annasara in person. Nightly phone calls were all they could share as her work and his schedule kept them from being able to get together. A light shown dimly thought the closed curtain but gave no indication she was in. Triton gave Annasara one excuse after another as to why he had not been able to see her in the past week. The truth was he felt so guilt for being with Nala he could not bear to look Annasara in the eyes. Finally, the frustration built to the point he could not stand it. He wanted to make love to Annasara to prove that what he shared with Nala was just a practical act, not an intimacy. He knocked again, rang the bell, and listened. Finally, he heard a stirring from inside her house. The door creaked open. Stand in front of him in nothing but pair of skimpy boxer shorts and a tank top, Annasara opened the door and rubbed her eye. He stared at her chest, she was braless, the night air hardened her nipples. She looked like an angel awaking from a fortnights sleep. His arousal stirred within his body and begged for release.
                  “Sorry, I thought you would be awake.” He said.
                  She opened the door wide as if to invite him in., “Come in. Let me get dressed.” She said still half asleep.
                  “No need to.” He pulled her to his chest; ran his hands slowly down her bare arms. Her skin was cool to the touch. Goose bumps covered her flesh as he trailed his fingers back up, gripped her shoulders, and pressed her body against his. He wanted to ravish her. His wanting lips trailed across hers, his breath hot with yearn, meeting hers mint flavored and cool. Lips parted, tongues teased each other. Deep need bubbled to the surface. Raw passion immerged. Two souls wanting each other more than they could bear held each other as if they could not touch each other deep enough. His erection tightened so hard. Annasara writhed against it. With quick motion, he picked her up, one hand under her back, one under her knees. Placing her down on the couch, he stripped off his coat and boots and climbed on top her. Annasara ran her fingers through his lush dark hair, down his neck over his back, dragging her nails over the fabric of his shirt, making him mad with lust. Searching her mouth with his, they entwined tongues, kisses severely passionate. His breathing swallow and deep, he traced hot lips over her neck, down her chest to her breasts. He stripped off her shirt freeing her breasts so he could feel the soft skin and taste them in his mouth. He had never felt so turned on, so hot, so impassioned. “Oh Sara, you feel so good.”
                  Annasara unbuttoned each button before Triton had realized she had his shirt off. His chest chiseled and muscular rose hard with each panting breath. Milky white skin glowed as she ran her hands all over the smooth flesh. Her touch sent his libido into overdrive. She could feel his sex, throbbing from behind his pants, rock hard and huge. She tugged that the button of his jeans, fumbled with the zipper, trying to free him. Triton stood up suddenly as she laid topless breasts exposed and firm.
                  “What’s wrong?” she panted. He did not say a word but merely striped off the remaining clothes and stood naked, regal and full on erect in front of her. She stared his penis, mouth agape. Larger than she expected, his manhood was solid and straight. He could smell the sex glands from between her legs sending out the pheromones directing him to mount her like a wild animal. It was nothing for him to tear off her pink fabric boxers with his bare hands. He was over her in a second, positioning his stone solid rod