to Sarah. Forcing emotion and rational thought to the background, he vowed to make her his so completely that she’d never forget him when he was gone.
“Put me down,” she said as soon as they entered the bedroom. He did, trailing his mouth down her neck and biting her at the place where her pulse beat. It felt like ages since she’d been in his arms. Since their naked skin had pressed against each other. Since she’d experienced the only intimacy she’d been able to get from Harris.
There were no areas on her body that hadn’t been explored but tonight she wanted to explore Harris. To lay claim to his body and hopefully a little of his soul.
He was so close his heat wrapped around her and she leaned in resting her head on his chest. His heartbeat was strong and steady. She listened to it for a few beats before she realized how much she wanted this man. The feelings overwhelmed her and she stood on tiptoe, pulling his head down to hers.
Their eyes met and his gaze shifted before he lowered his head those last few inches and took her mouth. There was nothing subtle about Harris. Especially in the bedroom. She pulled free though it would be so easy to let him take control again. Now that Harris was here her confidence was back and she wanted to make love to him.
“Wait for me on the bed,” she said.
“Okay.”
She entered the bathroom and dressed quickly. The supple feel of the leather bustier and panties was surprising against her flesh. She was already aroused in a way that only Harris had ever made her feel. There was something about the man that touched the woman she hid deep inside.
Tonight she wanted to touch the man deep inside him. And she smiled to herself in the mirror. This outfit ought to help. She bent at the waist and fluffed her hair with her hands. She stood and glanced again at her reflection. She pulled her smudge-free lipstick from her makeup bag and applied a generous coat to her lips. Running her hands down her sides she realized she didn’t feel self-conscious in the least.
Opening the door, she peeked out into the room. Harris was lounging on the bed, the comforter and sheets tossed back. He wore only his white cotton briefs. It amazed her that this man was her lover. He should be with some glam-girl who looked liked she belonged in this luxurious suite.
She tugged the top of the bustier up one more time and bit her lip. Since there wasn’t a glam-girl to be found, she was going to have to be his mate. Her heart beat a little quicker. Yes, she’d be his mate. In life and love, she decided. Now to convince him.
It’s hard to defeat an enemy with outpost in your head. She repeated her favorite Sally Kempton quote in her head as she opened the door completely. She felt vulnerable and exposed. If he didn’t care about her the way she cared about him, she was taking a huge risk.
He’d left the bedside light on and the rest of the room was in shadows. His chest and abs were strongly delineated and her fingers tingled with the need to stroke him. Tonight she promised herself she’d take the time to taste every hard inch of his torso. She wanted to see what made him clench and claw with need.
She cleared her throat, wanting his full attention on her as she made her entrance.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Honey, a man doesn’t get much more,” he said, gesturing to the hard-on straining against his briefs. The moistness between her legs confirmed what she already knew—she was ready for him, too.
“Good,” she said, pushing open the door and stepping into the room. The carpet under her feet felt warm and comforting after the tile. She’d forgotten the stiletto heels.
Harris didn’t seem to notice her missing shoes. He bolted up off the bed and came to her in a rush. All thoughts of control disappeared as he swept her up in his arms. His mouth ravished hers. His hands caressed everywhere. His fingers dipping into the demicups of her bustier and tweaking her nipples.
Sensation
“Put me down,” she said as soon as they entered the bedroom. He did, trailing his mouth down her neck and biting her at the place where her pulse beat. It felt like ages since she’d been in his arms. Since their naked skin had pressed against each other. Since she’d experienced the only intimacy she’d been able to get from Harris.
There were no areas on her body that hadn’t been explored but tonight she wanted to explore Harris. To lay claim to his body and hopefully a little of his soul.
He was so close his heat wrapped around her and she leaned in resting her head on his chest. His heartbeat was strong and steady. She listened to it for a few beats before she realized how much she wanted this man. The feelings overwhelmed her and she stood on tiptoe, pulling his head down to hers.
Their eyes met and his gaze shifted before he lowered his head those last few inches and took her mouth. There was nothing subtle about Harris. Especially in the bedroom. She pulled free though it would be so easy to let him take control again. Now that Harris was here her confidence was back and she wanted to make love to him.
“Wait for me on the bed,” she said.
“Okay.”
She entered the bathroom and dressed quickly. The supple feel of the leather bustier and panties was surprising against her flesh. She was already aroused in a way that only Harris had ever made her feel. There was something about the man that touched the woman she hid deep inside.
Tonight she wanted to touch the man deep inside him. And she smiled to herself in the mirror. This outfit ought to help. She bent at the waist and fluffed her hair with her hands. She stood and glanced again at her reflection. She pulled her smudge-free lipstick from her makeup bag and applied a generous coat to her lips. Running her hands down her sides she realized she didn’t feel self-conscious in the least.
Opening the door, she peeked out into the room. Harris was lounging on the bed, the comforter and sheets tossed back. He wore only his white cotton briefs. It amazed her that this man was her lover. He should be with some glam-girl who looked liked she belonged in this luxurious suite.
She tugged the top of the bustier up one more time and bit her lip. Since there wasn’t a glam-girl to be found, she was going to have to be his mate. Her heart beat a little quicker. Yes, she’d be his mate. In life and love, she decided. Now to convince him.
It’s hard to defeat an enemy with outpost in your head. She repeated her favorite Sally Kempton quote in her head as she opened the door completely. She felt vulnerable and exposed. If he didn’t care about her the way she cared about him, she was taking a huge risk.
He’d left the bedside light on and the rest of the room was in shadows. His chest and abs were strongly delineated and her fingers tingled with the need to stroke him. Tonight she promised herself she’d take the time to taste every hard inch of his torso. She wanted to see what made him clench and claw with need.
She cleared her throat, wanting his full attention on her as she made her entrance.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Honey, a man doesn’t get much more,” he said, gesturing to the hard-on straining against his briefs. The moistness between her legs confirmed what she already knew—she was ready for him, too.
“Good,” she said, pushing open the door and stepping into the room. The carpet under her feet felt warm and comforting after the tile. She’d forgotten the stiletto heels.
Harris didn’t seem to notice her missing shoes. He bolted up off the bed and came to her in a rush. All thoughts of control disappeared as he swept her up in his arms. His mouth ravished hers. His hands caressed everywhere. His fingers dipping into the demicups of her bustier and tweaking her nipples.
Sensation
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