know you like him.”
His words confuse me, then slam into me. He means Jasper. I try to step away from him, but his grip tightens. His nose nuzzles the hair away from my ear as his lips brush against the lobe. “He’ll never leave her and give you anything you deserve, Kyra. He will marry her.”
An emptiness opens up in my stomach at the words I know to be the truth. I decide in this moment to take a step I never thought I would have the confidence to take. I spin in his arms and crush my lips to his; the warmth engulfs me as he wraps his strong arms around me, lifting me from the floor. I climb his frame in needy erratic movements, my dress inching up my thighs and bunching at my waist. I know I’m exposed, but the heat of his crotch as his hard erection pushes against the wet satin of my panties only brings a groan from me.
The wine lowers my inhibitions and my lips welcome his as he prises mine apart and caresses my tongue with his own in a needy battle that he’ll win with ease. His arms hold my thighs with no effort as he coaxes them to wrap further around his waist.
My hands pull on his hair. He walks us across the room, and I feel the cold press of the wall as Derek pins me to it and sends a shiver through my scorching body. His lips leave my mouth and travel down my neck to the valley of my breasts. My chest rises and falls in a needy rhythm, my breath escaping in pants.
“Damn, you’re so beautiful, but we can’t do this.”
The heat and passion zaps from me like a camp fire having a gallon of iced water thrown on top of it. Realization and embarrassment make me want to throw up. I can’t look up as I pull my dress down to cover my exposed panties.
“I’m sorry,” I stutter, trying to compose myself.
I feel the warmth of his hand as he grasps my chin, tilting my head back, so my eyes meet the fire in his. “Don’t be sorry, Beauty. I loved every second of having your body against mine, the soft touch of your lips on mine. I just know you’ve been drinking and I don’t want to get carried away when there is no rush, baby. And there is no way I want to waste our touches in a drunken haze.”
I nod my head as he releases me from his grasp. “Okay, you’re right,” I agree. “I should grab a cab.”
The breath leaves me as I’m re-pinned back against the wall, his heavy frame consuming my smaller one. “Stay. Sleep in my shirt and just stay. Wake up and have coffee with me, please,” he asks, but it sounds like a plea. His lips gently press against the sensitive area just below my ear and tingles assault my skin, leaving goose bumps as the proof of his effect on my body.
“Okay,” I whisper, pushing my body into his.
His lips find mine again briefly before pulling away. “God, I need to shower. Come with me. I’ll get you a shirt to sleep in.”
I follow him up the stairs to his room. It’s masculine; the walls are the colour of slate, the furniture sleek and stylish, and a huge four poster bed is the focal point.
He walks over to a dresser, opening a drawer and pulling a shirt free, handing it to me. “I need to shower. Did you want to shower?” he asks. Tension builds and my body gently quivers. Oh God, we will be naked, together. Would he want…?
“Your own shower, Beauty.” He chuckles. “I told you I don’t want to do anything like that with you yet. Not until you’re completely coherent so you can remember every place I touch you.” He steps forward, his lips hovering near mine. “And I will be everywhere. There is not an inch on this perfect, beautiful body you won’t feel me. I’ll leave you hypersensitive and aching in the most delicious of ways.”
My nipples peak as they brush against his chest with my needy uneven breaths.
He slips past me, leaving me lightheaded. I feel like I could orgasm from just his words. “Beauty,” he calls holding out his hand. I walk to him and grasp the hand he offers, letting him lead me across the hall to a new
His words confuse me, then slam into me. He means Jasper. I try to step away from him, but his grip tightens. His nose nuzzles the hair away from my ear as his lips brush against the lobe. “He’ll never leave her and give you anything you deserve, Kyra. He will marry her.”
An emptiness opens up in my stomach at the words I know to be the truth. I decide in this moment to take a step I never thought I would have the confidence to take. I spin in his arms and crush my lips to his; the warmth engulfs me as he wraps his strong arms around me, lifting me from the floor. I climb his frame in needy erratic movements, my dress inching up my thighs and bunching at my waist. I know I’m exposed, but the heat of his crotch as his hard erection pushes against the wet satin of my panties only brings a groan from me.
The wine lowers my inhibitions and my lips welcome his as he prises mine apart and caresses my tongue with his own in a needy battle that he’ll win with ease. His arms hold my thighs with no effort as he coaxes them to wrap further around his waist.
My hands pull on his hair. He walks us across the room, and I feel the cold press of the wall as Derek pins me to it and sends a shiver through my scorching body. His lips leave my mouth and travel down my neck to the valley of my breasts. My chest rises and falls in a needy rhythm, my breath escaping in pants.
“Damn, you’re so beautiful, but we can’t do this.”
The heat and passion zaps from me like a camp fire having a gallon of iced water thrown on top of it. Realization and embarrassment make me want to throw up. I can’t look up as I pull my dress down to cover my exposed panties.
“I’m sorry,” I stutter, trying to compose myself.
I feel the warmth of his hand as he grasps my chin, tilting my head back, so my eyes meet the fire in his. “Don’t be sorry, Beauty. I loved every second of having your body against mine, the soft touch of your lips on mine. I just know you’ve been drinking and I don’t want to get carried away when there is no rush, baby. And there is no way I want to waste our touches in a drunken haze.”
I nod my head as he releases me from his grasp. “Okay, you’re right,” I agree. “I should grab a cab.”
The breath leaves me as I’m re-pinned back against the wall, his heavy frame consuming my smaller one. “Stay. Sleep in my shirt and just stay. Wake up and have coffee with me, please,” he asks, but it sounds like a plea. His lips gently press against the sensitive area just below my ear and tingles assault my skin, leaving goose bumps as the proof of his effect on my body.
“Okay,” I whisper, pushing my body into his.
His lips find mine again briefly before pulling away. “God, I need to shower. Come with me. I’ll get you a shirt to sleep in.”
I follow him up the stairs to his room. It’s masculine; the walls are the colour of slate, the furniture sleek and stylish, and a huge four poster bed is the focal point.
He walks over to a dresser, opening a drawer and pulling a shirt free, handing it to me. “I need to shower. Did you want to shower?” he asks. Tension builds and my body gently quivers. Oh God, we will be naked, together. Would he want…?
“Your own shower, Beauty.” He chuckles. “I told you I don’t want to do anything like that with you yet. Not until you’re completely coherent so you can remember every place I touch you.” He steps forward, his lips hovering near mine. “And I will be everywhere. There is not an inch on this perfect, beautiful body you won’t feel me. I’ll leave you hypersensitive and aching in the most delicious of ways.”
My nipples peak as they brush against his chest with my needy uneven breaths.
He slips past me, leaving me lightheaded. I feel like I could orgasm from just his words. “Beauty,” he calls holding out his hand. I walk to him and grasp the hand he offers, letting him lead me across the hall to a new
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