looked stricken as the realization of what she said sank in, and she lifted her hands in a defensive gesture as he dispensed with them and drew her close.
His skin was warm against her cheek, and she felt a hand cradle her head as the other slid low over the back of her waist.
It felt good⦠he felt good, and she breathed in the scent of him, the faint traces of soap, cologne and the muskiness of man.
His hand brushed a path over her spine, rested briefly ather nape, then slid slowly down in a slow soothing pattern that did much to settle her ragged breathing.
She didnât want to move, and she instinctively lifted her arms to link her hands together at the back of his neck.
He grazed his lips over her cheek, nuzzled her ear, then eased his mouth down to savour the curve at the base of her neckâ¦and sensed the breath hitch in her throat.
A hand shifted to her waist and gently slipped beneath the sleep top to skim the warm skin as he traced a path to her breast, cupped it, then brushed the tender peak until it swelled to his touch.
With care, he deepened the kiss, tasting, exploring the inner texture, the sensitive tissues as he encouraged her response. Her body jerked as he took her lower lip into his mouth and bit down gently, and she moved restlessly in his arms, seeking more, wanting so much more.
With care he eased the cotton top high, and when she didnât resist he removed it completely.
âBeautiful,â Loukas said gently as he shaped each breast, then soothed their softness before lowering his head to caress one tender peak as it hardened into a swollen bead that begged to be suckled.
Her body arched against his own, and she cried out as he took the peak into his mouth and used the edge of his teeth to heighten her pleasure.
There was satisfaction as her hands began their own discovery, shaping his shoulders, sliding slowly down the bunched muscles to his forearms, before moving to his ribs, where, once there, she trailed light fingers over his chest, toyed with the tight buds, then slipped to frame his waist.
His breath caught as she leaned in and placed her lips over one tight budâ¦and drew it between her teeth, only to releaseit and trail a path to his navel, explored a little, and sighed when he pulled her down onto the bed and took her mouth with his own.
Frankly sensual, he plundered at will, hungry, almost demanding as she matched him in a primitive oral dance where she became lostâ¦totally lost in the magic he evoked.
There was no sense of time or placeâ¦only the man, and she whimpered in protest as he began easing back, softening his touch until his mouth drifted gently over her own, then he lifted his head and regarded her carefully.
Alesha had no coherent thought as her emotions went into meltdown.
Dear God, what had just happened here?
She couldnât tear her eyes away from his, almost as if she were held captive by the smouldering heatâ¦the intense passion, unrestrained and primitive in that instant. And the control, leashed, but easily broken by a careless word or gesture on her part.
âYour call.â
CHAPTER SEVEN
H E COULD come so close, yet stop if she asked him to?
How could he do that? Ohmigodâ¦how could she ?
âPlease.â The word whispered from Aleshaâs lips, a fragile sound barely lucid in the stillness of the night.
His eyes were darkâ¦so dark, she became lost in their depths as he brushed a thumb-pad gently over her lower lip.
âDo you know what youâre asking?â
She did, on some subliminal level. Yet she couldnât stop, for it was as if she were being driven by an inner force that left her powerless.
âYes.â As proof she sought his mouth with her own, and held on as he took possession in a kiss that made her forget everything except his touch, the hungerâ¦and the innate knowledge she didnât want him to stop.
With care he eased off her sleep trousers, taking his time as
His skin was warm against her cheek, and she felt a hand cradle her head as the other slid low over the back of her waist.
It felt good⦠he felt good, and she breathed in the scent of him, the faint traces of soap, cologne and the muskiness of man.
His hand brushed a path over her spine, rested briefly ather nape, then slid slowly down in a slow soothing pattern that did much to settle her ragged breathing.
She didnât want to move, and she instinctively lifted her arms to link her hands together at the back of his neck.
He grazed his lips over her cheek, nuzzled her ear, then eased his mouth down to savour the curve at the base of her neckâ¦and sensed the breath hitch in her throat.
A hand shifted to her waist and gently slipped beneath the sleep top to skim the warm skin as he traced a path to her breast, cupped it, then brushed the tender peak until it swelled to his touch.
With care, he deepened the kiss, tasting, exploring the inner texture, the sensitive tissues as he encouraged her response. Her body jerked as he took her lower lip into his mouth and bit down gently, and she moved restlessly in his arms, seeking more, wanting so much more.
With care he eased the cotton top high, and when she didnât resist he removed it completely.
âBeautiful,â Loukas said gently as he shaped each breast, then soothed their softness before lowering his head to caress one tender peak as it hardened into a swollen bead that begged to be suckled.
Her body arched against his own, and she cried out as he took the peak into his mouth and used the edge of his teeth to heighten her pleasure.
There was satisfaction as her hands began their own discovery, shaping his shoulders, sliding slowly down the bunched muscles to his forearms, before moving to his ribs, where, once there, she trailed light fingers over his chest, toyed with the tight buds, then slipped to frame his waist.
His breath caught as she leaned in and placed her lips over one tight budâ¦and drew it between her teeth, only to releaseit and trail a path to his navel, explored a little, and sighed when he pulled her down onto the bed and took her mouth with his own.
Frankly sensual, he plundered at will, hungry, almost demanding as she matched him in a primitive oral dance where she became lostâ¦totally lost in the magic he evoked.
There was no sense of time or placeâ¦only the man, and she whimpered in protest as he began easing back, softening his touch until his mouth drifted gently over her own, then he lifted his head and regarded her carefully.
Alesha had no coherent thought as her emotions went into meltdown.
Dear God, what had just happened here?
She couldnât tear her eyes away from his, almost as if she were held captive by the smouldering heatâ¦the intense passion, unrestrained and primitive in that instant. And the control, leashed, but easily broken by a careless word or gesture on her part.
âYour call.â
CHAPTER SEVEN
H E COULD come so close, yet stop if she asked him to?
How could he do that? Ohmigodâ¦how could she ?
âPlease.â The word whispered from Aleshaâs lips, a fragile sound barely lucid in the stillness of the night.
His eyes were darkâ¦so dark, she became lost in their depths as he brushed a thumb-pad gently over her lower lip.
âDo you know what youâre asking?â
She did, on some subliminal level. Yet she couldnât stop, for it was as if she were being driven by an inner force that left her powerless.
âYes.â As proof she sought his mouth with her own, and held on as he took possession in a kiss that made her forget everything except his touch, the hungerâ¦and the innate knowledge she didnât want him to stop.
With care he eased off her sleep trousers, taking his time as
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