Stolen Petals by Katherine McIntyre Page B

corridor, he grabbed her by the shoulders and trapped her against the wall, his kisses long and intense. Each one drove her closer and closer to the edge, but she wasn't the Brass Violet for nothing. Viola excelled at control.
    She fought back just as valiantly, tugging his hair and licking the length of his neck to watch him shudder. He responded to every touch, no matter how slight, and she took full enjoyment from her canvas, licking and sucking on every spare surface.
    Her chemise slipped, exposing her bare shoulder. His eyes drank the open skin greedily. A wicked grin curved her lips as she reached up, snapping open the first couple buttons of his shirt. His hand slipped to the small of her back, his restraint surprising her.
    Viola pressed her body to his and kissed him, feeling the hardness of his erection. She ached to have him inside and wanted him to throw her against the wall and plow into her. No. Restraint. She'd make sure Edward Van Clef never forgot her.
    Her hands brushed his thighs in soft, brief touches making him stiffen. Viola's lips ducked lower and she undid another couple buttons. And lower.
    He shrugged his shirt off and she licked from navel to sternum, watching as he succumbed to her touch. His erection threatened to break through the fabric of his pants, but still, he left her in control.
    She slipped a finger into his waistband and tugged him down. They crashed onto the floor in a tangle of limbs with his bare chest pressed against her, inflaming her skin. Her hard nipples brushed the feeble fabric of her chemise and she ached to tear it off. He loomed over her, all defined muscle and sharp angles, every inch of him exuding masculinity.
    He slipped a hand in past her leggings and down her thighs, bringing the fabric along to her ankles. She kicked off the leggings, three seconds from ditching her panties too. He leaned down and began to kiss her, slower this time, a mere two layers of fabric separating them.
    His fingers found her chemise and button by button, he began to strip it off her. She upped the ante, snapping the clasp of his pants free. Her hands slipped beneath the waistband.
    As soon as her fingers brushed along his length, he let out a gasp. Inch by inch, she pulled at his pants, sliding them down with her leg as she licked the side of his neck. Her fingers would find their way back in gentle strokes, but never forceful, always teasing.
    His breaths came quick and heavy in her ear. He rolled upright, tugging her onto his lap. His erection pressed, hot and hard against her already drenched panties. That thrill coursed through her, sending her mind reeling. His fingers fumbled with the remaining buttons as he nearly tore the chemise from her. The second her breasts hit open air, her nipples tightened, hard and tender. He leaned down to twine her lips in a kiss, one that intensified when he slipped his tongue in. Her breasts crushed against his firm chest and his hardness brushed across her, sending a thrill so strong it crumbled her control.
    She leaned into another kiss, her tongue flicking into his mouth as she ground into him. When she slid down his body, his hard length rubbed fever hot over her skin. Her breasts pressed against his length and she slipped it through the center, enjoying the feel of his erection pumping across her skin with each thrust from him. His nails dug into the carpeting and a moan slipped past his throat. He bucked forward, pinning her to the ground.
    Edward slipped his fingers past her soaking panties and started slow, rubbing her clit, sending those thrills through her body, and making her insides ache for him. He teased, his pace slow and his fingers steady, with the nips at her ears intensifying the pleasure.
    Finally, he plunged two fingers inside and her thighs tensed. He worked them in, steady and building momentum, driving into her again, again, again. She writhed under his touch, her need growing each time. His hands were steady, and the strokes smooth