kissing her.
The quiet joy of it, the warmth and sense of belonging, the sweetness and passion, wound silken ribbons of need around her heart.
Clearly he felt the same, because the romance and chasteness of his previous kisses flared into desire and sensuality.
Every nerve-ending in her body came to life and her skin waited, longing for his touch, the blood running hot beneath it.
Then his hands were inside her robe, following the elegant line of her spine, the dip of her narrow waist and the flair of her hips, before they moved upwards to caress her breasts through the soft cotton of the tee shirt she was wearing.
She sighed and her head fell back, surrendering the long, elegant line of her throat to his lips …
While he kissed her, he unfastened the robe and slipped it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor; an instant later, the tee shirt followed it. Swinging her up in his arms, he laid her gently on the couch.
She was the loveliest thing he’d ever seen, with beautifully shaped breasts, a small waist, rounded hips and long, slender limbs. Her skin was flawless, smooth as satin and tempting to touch.
The fire-glow turned her slender figure to the purest gold, and when he did finally touch her he felt like King Midas.
Until that moment he hadn’t realized just how much he had to give, just how much he wanted to give this woman: everything he was, everything he had, everything he felt.
Sitting on the edge of the couch, he ran his hands over her body as though it was rare and precious, something he would never get tired of exploring.
Touch was cited as the most powerful of the senses, certainly the most seductive; as he stroked and caressed her, the last of her worries and concerns melted away and with a sigh her heavy lids drifted shut.
Her obvious enjoyment fuelling his, he began to use his lips, mouth and tongue to find new ways to heighten her pleasure, while the taste and scent of her made him feel almost light-headed.
His skilled fingers teasing one dusky-pink nipple, he took the other into his mouth and stroked the sensitive tip with his tongue before starting to suckle sweetly.
She gave a throaty gasp and her whole body jerked convulsively as a shock of unaccustomed delight ran through her.
While her breasts blossomed at his touch, his free hand travelled to the smooth skin of her inner thighs. When his long fingers began to explore the slick warmth with delicate
precision, making little incoherent sounds deep in her throat, she tried to push him away.
He drew back immediately. Taking a deep breath, he asked, ‘Is that a no? If it is, say so at once.’
‘No …’ she breathed.
Disappointment sharp as shards of jagged glass slashed at him. Getting to his feet, he struggled hard to regain his self-control.
As he reached for her robe, she opened her eyes and caught at his hand. ‘I meant no—it isn’t a “no”.’
‘It isn’t a no?’ he repeated. ‘So what is it?’
‘It’s a yes please.’
‘Then why did you push me away?’
‘It was so … So …’
‘You didn’t like what I was doing to you?’
‘Yes, yes, I did. It was wonderful.’
Letting go of his hand, she pushed herself up into a sitting position before going on in a rush, ‘But so intense I just didn’t think I could stand any more at that minute.’
His smile held both tenderness and relief. ‘Well, if that’s all, we can take things a tad slower …’
CHAPTER SIX
HE WAS bending his fair head to kiss her when his face clouded and in soft frustration he exclaimed, ‘Oh hell!’
All at once on his wavelength, and impatient now, she said quickly, ‘It’s all right. For medical reasons I’m on the pill.’
He nodded and kissed her, before saying teasingly, ‘Now, let’s see, where were we exactly?’
Sounding breathless even to herself, she said, ‘About to take things a little slower.’
‘So where would you like to start?’
Though still a little shy, she wanted to
The quiet joy of it, the warmth and sense of belonging, the sweetness and passion, wound silken ribbons of need around her heart.
Clearly he felt the same, because the romance and chasteness of his previous kisses flared into desire and sensuality.
Every nerve-ending in her body came to life and her skin waited, longing for his touch, the blood running hot beneath it.
Then his hands were inside her robe, following the elegant line of her spine, the dip of her narrow waist and the flair of her hips, before they moved upwards to caress her breasts through the soft cotton of the tee shirt she was wearing.
She sighed and her head fell back, surrendering the long, elegant line of her throat to his lips …
While he kissed her, he unfastened the robe and slipped it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor; an instant later, the tee shirt followed it. Swinging her up in his arms, he laid her gently on the couch.
She was the loveliest thing he’d ever seen, with beautifully shaped breasts, a small waist, rounded hips and long, slender limbs. Her skin was flawless, smooth as satin and tempting to touch.
The fire-glow turned her slender figure to the purest gold, and when he did finally touch her he felt like King Midas.
Until that moment he hadn’t realized just how much he had to give, just how much he wanted to give this woman: everything he was, everything he had, everything he felt.
Sitting on the edge of the couch, he ran his hands over her body as though it was rare and precious, something he would never get tired of exploring.
Touch was cited as the most powerful of the senses, certainly the most seductive; as he stroked and caressed her, the last of her worries and concerns melted away and with a sigh her heavy lids drifted shut.
Her obvious enjoyment fuelling his, he began to use his lips, mouth and tongue to find new ways to heighten her pleasure, while the taste and scent of her made him feel almost light-headed.
His skilled fingers teasing one dusky-pink nipple, he took the other into his mouth and stroked the sensitive tip with his tongue before starting to suckle sweetly.
She gave a throaty gasp and her whole body jerked convulsively as a shock of unaccustomed delight ran through her.
While her breasts blossomed at his touch, his free hand travelled to the smooth skin of her inner thighs. When his long fingers began to explore the slick warmth with delicate
precision, making little incoherent sounds deep in her throat, she tried to push him away.
He drew back immediately. Taking a deep breath, he asked, ‘Is that a no? If it is, say so at once.’
‘No …’ she breathed.
Disappointment sharp as shards of jagged glass slashed at him. Getting to his feet, he struggled hard to regain his self-control.
As he reached for her robe, she opened her eyes and caught at his hand. ‘I meant no—it isn’t a “no”.’
‘It isn’t a no?’ he repeated. ‘So what is it?’
‘It’s a yes please.’
‘Then why did you push me away?’
‘It was so … So …’
‘You didn’t like what I was doing to you?’
‘Yes, yes, I did. It was wonderful.’
Letting go of his hand, she pushed herself up into a sitting position before going on in a rush, ‘But so intense I just didn’t think I could stand any more at that minute.’
His smile held both tenderness and relief. ‘Well, if that’s all, we can take things a tad slower …’
CHAPTER SIX
HE WAS bending his fair head to kiss her when his face clouded and in soft frustration he exclaimed, ‘Oh hell!’
All at once on his wavelength, and impatient now, she said quickly, ‘It’s all right. For medical reasons I’m on the pill.’
He nodded and kissed her, before saying teasingly, ‘Now, let’s see, where were we exactly?’
Sounding breathless even to herself, she said, ‘About to take things a little slower.’
‘So where would you like to start?’
Though still a little shy, she wanted to
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