never belonged anywhere, Erin,” he says lifting his eyes back to mine.
Something icy explodes tenderly in my chest. I gasp because his words could be my own. We are both alone in the storm. “I don’t know, Wade. This is just your fear. I’m an easy escape.”
“You may be right,” he says. “I just need a place to hide tonight, some place where no one will judge me.”
There he goes again, speaking my own thoughts back to me. He wants a place to hide. That was my very intention. I walk up to him, grab his neck and pull him down for a deep, wet kiss.
“I don’t know what we’re doing,” I say looking up into his eyes barely able to breathe, “but whatever it is, let’s stop lying about it.”
-15-
Standing in my own bedroom I experience the sweetest disorientation, a devilish guilt and an angelic innocence battling for the ecstasy of his attention. I struggle to stay balanced on my feet. Blood gushes hotly in and out of my heart.
He walks to the window and closes the blinds. He pulls his shirt up over his head. His smooth, muscular chest thrills me. I do nothing. I stare and feel the sensuous doom in the air.
“What are you doing?” I say weakly.
The Wade Donovan grin. “Not lying anymore,” he says with a quiet, cool tone that chills my lungs with sudden desire.
He unsnaps his jeans. My breath gets stuck for a moment in my throat. His eyes emit a simmering desire that gives me an irrational fear of melting. I feel my body preparing for him as he walks across the space between us. His musky cologne mixed with his sweat reaches me just before his fingers slide through my hair.
His hand feels larger than my head. “I’m too little for you,” I say as my heart punches hard against my chest.
“You were made for me,” he says. He kisses my forehead and then presses my face against his chest.
I wrap my arms tightly around him and squeeze him as hard as I can possibly squeeze. This is the tightest I have ever hugged anyone. I want to break through his skeleton to hide in the safety of his rib cage, next to the warm rhythm of his loving heart.
His slim frame and thick muscles send hot, electric messages racing through my blood. I feel all my most private places sizzle for the feast of his pectorals, his abs, his navel and his glorious manhood.
I reach my hands into the back of his unbuttoned jeans and slide them slowly under his briefs. My little hands ride the warm, firm curves of his devilishly cute ass and when I squeeze both cheeks as hard as I can, I feel them tensing and Wade moans quietly.
I can’t help it. I reach a little further to let my nails tickle across his undercarriage. If it’s just about the sex, I don’t care anymore. He can use me or love me as long as I can have one full night with him. It might be just the thing to break him of his need for me and send him back to his engagement.
His hands move up the back of my dress and unsnap my bra with a skilled little pinch of his experienced fingers. I step back from him, breathing heavily.
“Every girl was made for you, Wade,” I say and then reach down and pull my tight bandage dress up over my hips and belly taking the bra with it as I lift it all off over my head.
My breasts are teased with the sudden touch of the cool air before his hands are on them, testing their firmness and keeping them warm. He uses his thumbs to playfully meet my nipples.
I sense a flash of pleasure in his eyes. It drives me to madness. I knock his hands away so I can push my mouth up against his mouth and smash my breasts against his beautiful ribs.
“Erin,” he says desperately as he slides his hands over my bottom and itsy bitsy stretch lace booty shorts.
He digs his fingers between my thighs to lift my legs up off the ground so I have no choice but to wrap my legs around him. He does it so easily. I look down and admire the multiple muscles tensing in his powerful arms. His belly now knows how wet I am and so I bite his ear softly to
Something icy explodes tenderly in my chest. I gasp because his words could be my own. We are both alone in the storm. “I don’t know, Wade. This is just your fear. I’m an easy escape.”
“You may be right,” he says. “I just need a place to hide tonight, some place where no one will judge me.”
There he goes again, speaking my own thoughts back to me. He wants a place to hide. That was my very intention. I walk up to him, grab his neck and pull him down for a deep, wet kiss.
“I don’t know what we’re doing,” I say looking up into his eyes barely able to breathe, “but whatever it is, let’s stop lying about it.”
-15-
Standing in my own bedroom I experience the sweetest disorientation, a devilish guilt and an angelic innocence battling for the ecstasy of his attention. I struggle to stay balanced on my feet. Blood gushes hotly in and out of my heart.
He walks to the window and closes the blinds. He pulls his shirt up over his head. His smooth, muscular chest thrills me. I do nothing. I stare and feel the sensuous doom in the air.
“What are you doing?” I say weakly.
The Wade Donovan grin. “Not lying anymore,” he says with a quiet, cool tone that chills my lungs with sudden desire.
He unsnaps his jeans. My breath gets stuck for a moment in my throat. His eyes emit a simmering desire that gives me an irrational fear of melting. I feel my body preparing for him as he walks across the space between us. His musky cologne mixed with his sweat reaches me just before his fingers slide through my hair.
His hand feels larger than my head. “I’m too little for you,” I say as my heart punches hard against my chest.
“You were made for me,” he says. He kisses my forehead and then presses my face against his chest.
I wrap my arms tightly around him and squeeze him as hard as I can possibly squeeze. This is the tightest I have ever hugged anyone. I want to break through his skeleton to hide in the safety of his rib cage, next to the warm rhythm of his loving heart.
His slim frame and thick muscles send hot, electric messages racing through my blood. I feel all my most private places sizzle for the feast of his pectorals, his abs, his navel and his glorious manhood.
I reach my hands into the back of his unbuttoned jeans and slide them slowly under his briefs. My little hands ride the warm, firm curves of his devilishly cute ass and when I squeeze both cheeks as hard as I can, I feel them tensing and Wade moans quietly.
I can’t help it. I reach a little further to let my nails tickle across his undercarriage. If it’s just about the sex, I don’t care anymore. He can use me or love me as long as I can have one full night with him. It might be just the thing to break him of his need for me and send him back to his engagement.
His hands move up the back of my dress and unsnap my bra with a skilled little pinch of his experienced fingers. I step back from him, breathing heavily.
“Every girl was made for you, Wade,” I say and then reach down and pull my tight bandage dress up over my hips and belly taking the bra with it as I lift it all off over my head.
My breasts are teased with the sudden touch of the cool air before his hands are on them, testing their firmness and keeping them warm. He uses his thumbs to playfully meet my nipples.
I sense a flash of pleasure in his eyes. It drives me to madness. I knock his hands away so I can push my mouth up against his mouth and smash my breasts against his beautiful ribs.
“Erin,” he says desperately as he slides his hands over my bottom and itsy bitsy stretch lace booty shorts.
He digs his fingers between my thighs to lift my legs up off the ground so I have no choice but to wrap my legs around him. He does it so easily. I look down and admire the multiple muscles tensing in his powerful arms. His belly now knows how wet I am and so I bite his ear softly to
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