thing he could do about the way he felt.
He rang the
doorbell and waited. The door creaked open and she peeked around the corner to
make sure it was him, but kept herself well hidden behind the door.
"Hi,"
he said.
She smiled and
it was chock full of goodness: welcome, and happiness, a flash of sensual heat,
and a hint of nervous anticipation. He felt it all.
"Hi,"
she said in return, but she didn't open the door any wider.
"Can I come
in?" he asked after a moment.
She seemed to be
considering, actually looked him up and down in assessment while continuing to
hide herself behind the door. "Do you think I'd be safe, letting you
in?"
Little tease . He shook his
head and laughed. "Not a chance."
"Oh,
good," she said. Her hand snaked out to grab his necktie, and she dragged
him through the door and closed it behind them. She leaned her back against the
door, but didn't let go of his tie, though he took a half-step back to get a
look at her. She wore a short, silky wrap robe, tied at her waist, and he
suspected there was nothing under it except her. He looked her over thoroughly,
separated only by the length of his necktie, which she now fondled in a brazen
manner, petting it in long strokes up and down. Finally, his gaze met hers
again.
Her brows rose
slowly, and the most delicious smile teased her lips. "Hi," she said.
"Hello,
again," he said, their eyes holding steady, full of suggestion and
expectancy and desire.
She began to
reel him in with his tie, one small handful after another, she drew him closer
and closer until he braced his palms on the door above her head, their lips a
heartbeat apart, their bodies barely brushing.
"Welcome
back," she whispered, her breath falling across his lips. He could nearly
taste her, but the anticipation of doing so was so good, he prolonged the
moment, holding back enough to keep them wanting.
"Mmm, yes
... it's good," was about all he could mutter.
Her hands
slipped inside his sports jacket and, through his starched shirt, began
exploring his chest and ribcage, which was expanding like a bellows now, his
breathing coming harder and faster. And still their lips were a breath apart.
Their noses touched, rubbed lightly, and he inhaled the scent of her, so warm
and enticing.
He might have
been able, with some accuracy, to say how many days, hours and minutes it had
been since he'd tasted her last, having been so preoccupied with it since then,
but his memory hadn't done her justice, he decided when he finally touched her
lips with his. The soft give of her mouth, the warmth and silky soft honeyed
texture of her tongue meeting his in sensual play was his reward for having
endured the drought of the last four days without her. He sank into the kiss
like it was his first, a new dawning, eager and hopeful, and like it might be
his last, hoarded up and savored in all its richness.
Cara moaned into
his kiss and pulled him closer against her, her thigh rising, her foot wrapping
around the back of his calf. He reached down and lifted her knee higher, hiking
it up over his hip, and bent his knees slightly to fit them together. He ground
against her, and knew the fit to be perfect as she broke the kiss abruptly, her
head falling back against the wooden door, her breath hissing between her
teeth, eyes closed tightly, lost to ecstasy.
It fired him
like a rocket propeller. "Oh, damn ... I have missed you," he said,
and rocked against her again, then tasted the skin beneath her jaw, along her
neck. She led his hips in a sensual dance, her hands pulling him to press
against her again and again. He lifted her to ride his hips, and her legs
wrapped around his waist as he pressed her against the door. He opened the robe
to caress her breasts and filled his hands with them. The soft sounds coming
from her were like fuel to his fire.
"Greg ...
let's go to bed," she said finally, something between a plea and a demand.
He didn't need
to be told twice. He released her, allowing her feet to find the
He rang the
doorbell and waited. The door creaked open and she peeked around the corner to
make sure it was him, but kept herself well hidden behind the door.
"Hi,"
he said.
She smiled and
it was chock full of goodness: welcome, and happiness, a flash of sensual heat,
and a hint of nervous anticipation. He felt it all.
"Hi,"
she said in return, but she didn't open the door any wider.
"Can I come
in?" he asked after a moment.
She seemed to be
considering, actually looked him up and down in assessment while continuing to
hide herself behind the door. "Do you think I'd be safe, letting you
in?"
Little tease . He shook his
head and laughed. "Not a chance."
"Oh,
good," she said. Her hand snaked out to grab his necktie, and she dragged
him through the door and closed it behind them. She leaned her back against the
door, but didn't let go of his tie, though he took a half-step back to get a
look at her. She wore a short, silky wrap robe, tied at her waist, and he
suspected there was nothing under it except her. He looked her over thoroughly,
separated only by the length of his necktie, which she now fondled in a brazen
manner, petting it in long strokes up and down. Finally, his gaze met hers
again.
Her brows rose
slowly, and the most delicious smile teased her lips. "Hi," she said.
"Hello,
again," he said, their eyes holding steady, full of suggestion and
expectancy and desire.
She began to
reel him in with his tie, one small handful after another, she drew him closer
and closer until he braced his palms on the door above her head, their lips a
heartbeat apart, their bodies barely brushing.
"Welcome
back," she whispered, her breath falling across his lips. He could nearly
taste her, but the anticipation of doing so was so good, he prolonged the
moment, holding back enough to keep them wanting.
"Mmm, yes
... it's good," was about all he could mutter.
Her hands
slipped inside his sports jacket and, through his starched shirt, began
exploring his chest and ribcage, which was expanding like a bellows now, his
breathing coming harder and faster. And still their lips were a breath apart.
Their noses touched, rubbed lightly, and he inhaled the scent of her, so warm
and enticing.
He might have
been able, with some accuracy, to say how many days, hours and minutes it had
been since he'd tasted her last, having been so preoccupied with it since then,
but his memory hadn't done her justice, he decided when he finally touched her
lips with his. The soft give of her mouth, the warmth and silky soft honeyed
texture of her tongue meeting his in sensual play was his reward for having
endured the drought of the last four days without her. He sank into the kiss
like it was his first, a new dawning, eager and hopeful, and like it might be
his last, hoarded up and savored in all its richness.
Cara moaned into
his kiss and pulled him closer against her, her thigh rising, her foot wrapping
around the back of his calf. He reached down and lifted her knee higher, hiking
it up over his hip, and bent his knees slightly to fit them together. He ground
against her, and knew the fit to be perfect as she broke the kiss abruptly, her
head falling back against the wooden door, her breath hissing between her
teeth, eyes closed tightly, lost to ecstasy.
It fired him
like a rocket propeller. "Oh, damn ... I have missed you," he said,
and rocked against her again, then tasted the skin beneath her jaw, along her
neck. She led his hips in a sensual dance, her hands pulling him to press
against her again and again. He lifted her to ride his hips, and her legs
wrapped around his waist as he pressed her against the door. He opened the robe
to caress her breasts and filled his hands with them. The soft sounds coming
from her were like fuel to his fire.
"Greg ...
let's go to bed," she said finally, something between a plea and a demand.
He didn't need
to be told twice. He released her, allowing her feet to find the
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