Love in the City, an erotic romance novel by Heather Hall Page B

glancing down at where her hand was resting on his leg. “And what else might you be doing while you’re kissing me?” he asked in a half-whispered voice. “I mean, I can’t promise you won’t get some kind of response if you plan on doing more than kiss me.”
    She smiled seductively. “Tell you what, to make sure you behave yourself, you keep one hand resting on the steering wheel and the other on the back of my seat, like you had it before. Then, let me take things from there.”
    “Yes, ma’am,” he said, getting a kick out of her ordering him around. He grinned as he did what she asked. He then opened his legs more, silently inviting her to touch his body however and wherev er she wanted. “You can do whatever you want to do. I won’t protest.”
    “Mmmm…excellent,” she said, taking note of his sexually inviting move. She flipped her hair and licked her lips. “I want to give you a proper, memorable goodnight k iss for our first date. But your hands stay were they are, mister.” She gave him a playful wag of her finger.
    “Yes, ma’am. I promise to be a good boy.”
    “Oh, I like the sounds of that,” she whispered to him as she leaned in closer.
    His lips parted and his eyes were half-lidded as he waited for her to make her move on him. “Do to me what you will, Ms. Parker,” he said in a low voice.
    She smiled and pressed her lips to his. She started kissing him slowly and very tenderly.
    As she pressed her lips to his, Giorgio did as she asked and kept his hands where they were to let her guide the moment. He closed his eyes.
    As she continued to kiss him, her hand brushed against his chest. She felt him inhale, surprised at the touch. She applied more pressure as she ran her hand all over his chest, feeling how big and strong and fit he was. She noticed his breathing slowed and deepened, but still he kept his hands in place.
    Loving the feeling of being able to do what she wanted at her own speed without worrying about him making a move, she felt more brazen. She looked at his chest, at the open buttons at the top, and his dark chest hair peeking out. “Hmmm,” she said, “I kinda do want to touch you a little more as well as kiss you.”
    H e opened his eyes as his full lips curved into a grin. “I see,” he said, his voice hushed. “I was afraid of that.”
    She grinned at him. “Yes, I definitely want to touch you,” she said as she slipped her fingers under his shirt.
    He looked down at her hand as she undid a button.
    She watched him watching her touch him. She slowly undid a second button, then a third. “That’s better,” she said, as she moved her hand to caress his chest underneath his open shirt.
    He let out a long breath as he kept watch of her movements. He shuddered slightly as her fingers brushed over his nipples.
    She kissed him again, more firmly this time, her hand still inside his shirt feeling his skin, her fingers exploring his nipples.
    His lips were wet, soft, and open.
    Slowly, she slid her hand out and down the rest of the buttons on the front of his shirt, all the way down to his belt buckle.
    He stopped breathing as her hand reached his waist. He glanced down at where it rested.
    She caressed him just above his waistband, grinning mischievously.
    He waited, breathlessly, wondering what she would do next.
    She moved her hand to the far side of his waistband, then down the side of his hip.
    His eyes were fixated on her movements. He pressed his lips together, trying to keep control of himself. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and seatback.
    She noticed his reactions and smiled to herself. Her hand traced a line down his left hip, a few inches down the side of his thigh, then across to his right thigh.
    Still he watched in silence, as his breathing quickened.
    She loved being in control. She moved her hand to the inside of his right thigh, applying a bit more pressure, and then back again.
    He licked his lips.
    Anabelle felt the muscles of his thigh