I’m not?”
“Both.”
C hapter 9
Solemnly, she took his hand and faced him, gazing into his stunning blue eyes. He kissed the top of her head and lifted her up into his arms with little effort. She let her head fall against his chest, her hair spilling down, felt his lips graze her throat.
He brought her into an enormous bed room, laid her down on a massive four poster canopy bed dressed in an ornately embroidered, golden coverlet. Plump and luxurious pillows were propped along the rich mahogany headboard. Bed curtains of the same golden color as the coverlet hung on three sides.
The room faced the ocean and she smelled the salty ai r coming through an open window, oddly, the drapes were close. Still, the light breeze took hold of the bed curtains and they billowed gracefully, as if dancing upon the air.
The atmosphere in the room and being with him made her feel as if she’d just stepped into a fairy tale.
He came to the bed and straddled her. Leisurely, he pulled the straps of her dress down, past her breasts, down to her hips. She arched her back so he could remove it completely. He slid the dress over her knees. She closed her eyes and sighed.
“Open your eyes Jennifer and look at me. Do not look away from me again. I want to watch your passion. I want you to see mine.”
“Okay, yeah. I mean yes,” she mumbled. She felt his erection against her inner thighs.
“I must warn you, I’m not used to being tender with women. I was taught to be rough with them, to fuck hard. But there’s something about you that seems to bring out the tender side of me. I promise I’ll do my best to control my darker instincts. Do you want me after what I just said? Do you trust me?”
Taught to have sex? Who the hell was taught how to make love and what dark instincts? She thought.
She replied shakily. “Trust you? I hardly know you. I can’t even believe I’m in your bed! I don’t do things like this.”
“Trust your instincts. What do they tell you regarding me and my intentions toward you?”
“I need to ask you a thing or two before I answer that.”
“Very well.” He raised an eyebrow. That wicked little half smile played on his beautiful mouth. “What do you want to know?”
He was without a doubt the most enigmatic, incredibly handsome and intimidating man she’d ever met. And that smile was going to be her undoing.
“Just how many women have you been with? How many have you seduced in this bed?” She felt a stab of jealousy at the thought.
“I’ve had my share of women. But I’ve never brought anyone into my bed before.”
“Never?” she asked.
“No. This is a first for me. You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to bring into my home and my bed.”
His words scared and excited her at the same time.
She saw something in his eyes, something that told her he was telling the truth.
She knew in that moment, despite the fact that he was a control freak, albeit a sexy, classy and beautiful one, that he was a good man.
And she also knew she’d allow him to do whatever he wanted with her. The thought shocked her. God only knew what it did to Ms. Prudinsky. She hadn’t heard a word from her. Perhaps, she too was enthralled by Mr. Dorian Taylor.
She was naked on his bed while he was still fully clothed. Feeling totally vulnerable, a hint of shyness came over her and she wanted to turn her eyes away from his penetrating stare, but she didn’t. She held her eyes steadily on his, just as he’d insisted she do, and much to her surprise, just as she wanted to do.
“Yes, Dorian , I want you.” She couldn’t say she trusted him. Trust had to be earned as far as she was concerned.
He didn’t ask her again , instead, he lifted his tee-shirt over his head and threw it aside.
Tentatively she touched his chest, ran her hands down it and then on to his arms, marveling at the hardness of his body. She took his hand in hers and kissed the tips of each finger, her
“Both.”
C hapter 9
Solemnly, she took his hand and faced him, gazing into his stunning blue eyes. He kissed the top of her head and lifted her up into his arms with little effort. She let her head fall against his chest, her hair spilling down, felt his lips graze her throat.
He brought her into an enormous bed room, laid her down on a massive four poster canopy bed dressed in an ornately embroidered, golden coverlet. Plump and luxurious pillows were propped along the rich mahogany headboard. Bed curtains of the same golden color as the coverlet hung on three sides.
The room faced the ocean and she smelled the salty ai r coming through an open window, oddly, the drapes were close. Still, the light breeze took hold of the bed curtains and they billowed gracefully, as if dancing upon the air.
The atmosphere in the room and being with him made her feel as if she’d just stepped into a fairy tale.
He came to the bed and straddled her. Leisurely, he pulled the straps of her dress down, past her breasts, down to her hips. She arched her back so he could remove it completely. He slid the dress over her knees. She closed her eyes and sighed.
“Open your eyes Jennifer and look at me. Do not look away from me again. I want to watch your passion. I want you to see mine.”
“Okay, yeah. I mean yes,” she mumbled. She felt his erection against her inner thighs.
“I must warn you, I’m not used to being tender with women. I was taught to be rough with them, to fuck hard. But there’s something about you that seems to bring out the tender side of me. I promise I’ll do my best to control my darker instincts. Do you want me after what I just said? Do you trust me?”
Taught to have sex? Who the hell was taught how to make love and what dark instincts? She thought.
She replied shakily. “Trust you? I hardly know you. I can’t even believe I’m in your bed! I don’t do things like this.”
“Trust your instincts. What do they tell you regarding me and my intentions toward you?”
“I need to ask you a thing or two before I answer that.”
“Very well.” He raised an eyebrow. That wicked little half smile played on his beautiful mouth. “What do you want to know?”
He was without a doubt the most enigmatic, incredibly handsome and intimidating man she’d ever met. And that smile was going to be her undoing.
“Just how many women have you been with? How many have you seduced in this bed?” She felt a stab of jealousy at the thought.
“I’ve had my share of women. But I’ve never brought anyone into my bed before.”
“Never?” she asked.
“No. This is a first for me. You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to bring into my home and my bed.”
His words scared and excited her at the same time.
She saw something in his eyes, something that told her he was telling the truth.
She knew in that moment, despite the fact that he was a control freak, albeit a sexy, classy and beautiful one, that he was a good man.
And she also knew she’d allow him to do whatever he wanted with her. The thought shocked her. God only knew what it did to Ms. Prudinsky. She hadn’t heard a word from her. Perhaps, she too was enthralled by Mr. Dorian Taylor.
She was naked on his bed while he was still fully clothed. Feeling totally vulnerable, a hint of shyness came over her and she wanted to turn her eyes away from his penetrating stare, but she didn’t. She held her eyes steadily on his, just as he’d insisted she do, and much to her surprise, just as she wanted to do.
“Yes, Dorian , I want you.” She couldn’t say she trusted him. Trust had to be earned as far as she was concerned.
He didn’t ask her again , instead, he lifted his tee-shirt over his head and threw it aside.
Tentatively she touched his chest, ran her hands down it and then on to his arms, marveling at the hardness of his body. She took his hand in hers and kissed the tips of each finger, her
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