mouse. She was hot and needy and knew he was the only one who could give her what she craved, so she opened her mouth and said, “You can come in.”
II
She had barely uttered the invitation. He was there before her next breath. She expected him to gather her up where she stood, carry her to bed, and make love to her like her fantasy dictated, but he was no white knight. He also didn’t pounce on her like some great feline beast that now had its toy. Instead he flowed into the room as if he was made of smoke and sound. The soft rustle of his clothing the only indicator that he had entered. She should have been startled, but the anticipation of things to come stifled any wayward feelings of doubt she may have had. Shutting her door she turned to face him and noticed that he still clung to the shadows as if the little light in the room was too bright for what he planned.
“Won’t you come out so I can see you?” she asked.
“What is it you would like to see?” His husky reply was like the softest caress along her body.
She’d imagined what his voice would sound like but fantasy could never have conjured up a pitch and cadence that was the audio expression of sexual desire and need. She wracked her brain in hopes of finding ways to get him to speak one more word or phrase but she realized that would be a waste of such a superb sound. Instead she would wait until they were pressed tightly together and he was fitted so deeply inside her that his whispered words of seduction cause her body to quake and release.
“You. I want to see you,” she whispered back.
“Are you sure?”
The hesitancy in his question caused her to pause. Did he doubt her, doubt her intentions, after all this time and energy she’d put into getting him to notice her. Scowling, she took a step toward him but paused—no, she thought, she’d done her part and now he would have to do his.
“Are you sure?” She turned his question back on him and watched as his body shifted ever so slightly.
She could tell he was surprised by her bold behavior. Smirking she wondered if he expected her to be a shrinking violet, shocked at the intensity of her own sexual desires. She’d come too far for false modesty. When he shifted slightly and moved further out of the shadows, she couldn’t help taking in a small breath. He was large, broad, and as he moved further into the light he still seemed to be shrouded in a type of wickedly dangerous appeal. No, he was no white night or darkly cloaked villain—he was something beyond myth and lore.
She’d become accustomed to him watching her unseen but with the sharp gaze of his emerald green eyes tracing the lines and curves of her body she felt like she’d never felt the weight of his gaze before. He was electric in his intensity and she imagined how it would feel to have him visually devouring her while she lay bare before him on the crisp cotton sheets of her bed. Would he take his time drinking in the sight of her before he lowered his lips to the most sensitive part of her body for his first real sip?
“You’re excited?” His words caused her body to tingle and moisten with desire.
“Shouldn’t I be?”
His laugh was unexpected but not unwanted. Rich and full like her favorite red wine, it seemed to warm her from the inside out. She was mesmerized by the flash of brilliantly white teeth, and lips that formed into a devilish smile. For the briefest of moments when those lush lips of his curved into a knowing grin she felt a flare of panic. He was so far beyond all she could have expected, what she could have desired, or what her mind had conjured. Would she be enough, could she be enough for…for—
“Stop.”
The sound of his command caused the whirlwind of her doubting thoughts to cease their incessant niggling inside her brain. Lauren watched as he unfolded himself completely from the shadows and walked toward her. Her body softened at the thought of all that mass resting snuggled
II
She had barely uttered the invitation. He was there before her next breath. She expected him to gather her up where she stood, carry her to bed, and make love to her like her fantasy dictated, but he was no white knight. He also didn’t pounce on her like some great feline beast that now had its toy. Instead he flowed into the room as if he was made of smoke and sound. The soft rustle of his clothing the only indicator that he had entered. She should have been startled, but the anticipation of things to come stifled any wayward feelings of doubt she may have had. Shutting her door she turned to face him and noticed that he still clung to the shadows as if the little light in the room was too bright for what he planned.
“Won’t you come out so I can see you?” she asked.
“What is it you would like to see?” His husky reply was like the softest caress along her body.
She’d imagined what his voice would sound like but fantasy could never have conjured up a pitch and cadence that was the audio expression of sexual desire and need. She wracked her brain in hopes of finding ways to get him to speak one more word or phrase but she realized that would be a waste of such a superb sound. Instead she would wait until they were pressed tightly together and he was fitted so deeply inside her that his whispered words of seduction cause her body to quake and release.
“You. I want to see you,” she whispered back.
“Are you sure?”
The hesitancy in his question caused her to pause. Did he doubt her, doubt her intentions, after all this time and energy she’d put into getting him to notice her. Scowling, she took a step toward him but paused—no, she thought, she’d done her part and now he would have to do his.
“Are you sure?” She turned his question back on him and watched as his body shifted ever so slightly.
She could tell he was surprised by her bold behavior. Smirking she wondered if he expected her to be a shrinking violet, shocked at the intensity of her own sexual desires. She’d come too far for false modesty. When he shifted slightly and moved further out of the shadows, she couldn’t help taking in a small breath. He was large, broad, and as he moved further into the light he still seemed to be shrouded in a type of wickedly dangerous appeal. No, he was no white night or darkly cloaked villain—he was something beyond myth and lore.
She’d become accustomed to him watching her unseen but with the sharp gaze of his emerald green eyes tracing the lines and curves of her body she felt like she’d never felt the weight of his gaze before. He was electric in his intensity and she imagined how it would feel to have him visually devouring her while she lay bare before him on the crisp cotton sheets of her bed. Would he take his time drinking in the sight of her before he lowered his lips to the most sensitive part of her body for his first real sip?
“You’re excited?” His words caused her body to tingle and moisten with desire.
“Shouldn’t I be?”
His laugh was unexpected but not unwanted. Rich and full like her favorite red wine, it seemed to warm her from the inside out. She was mesmerized by the flash of brilliantly white teeth, and lips that formed into a devilish smile. For the briefest of moments when those lush lips of his curved into a knowing grin she felt a flare of panic. He was so far beyond all she could have expected, what she could have desired, or what her mind had conjured. Would she be enough, could she be enough for…for—
“Stop.”
The sound of his command caused the whirlwind of her doubting thoughts to cease their incessant niggling inside her brain. Lauren watched as he unfolded himself completely from the shadows and walked toward her. Her body softened at the thought of all that mass resting snuggled
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