Welcome to Temptation: A Romantic Comedy by Charlotte Hughes Page B

didn’t know what to make of it, but he knew the last thing he needed to do was rush her, even though his body cried out for her.
    “It was worth waiting sixteen years, Mic,” he said. He opened his arms, and she went willingly.
    His mouth was warm and soft, giving way to a kiss that was gentle and caring and blessedly unhurried. Michelle leaned into the embrace, drawing strength from his big body and confidence with each gentle, slow-handed caress. She could feel Gator holding back, taking his time with her, and she appreciated it.
    Soon, the kisses turned hot and frantic, Gator’s tongue more insistent. He pressed his mouth against the hollow of her throat, where her pulse beat wildly. He moved to an earlobe, nipped it gently, and then dipped his tongue inside. Michelle shivered.
    Gator had cautioned himself not to hurry. He wanted to savor each moment and give Michelle time to relax with him, but he could not look at her without touching her. He raised his hands slowly and covered each breast with an open palm. Her skin looked like fine porcelain against his dark hands. Finally, he lowered his head.
    Michelle slipped her fingers through his unruly black hair, holding his face close as his lips and tongue toyed with each nipple. For a moment, she merely held him there, stroking his hair as a feeling of tenderness washed over her. Then slowly, the feeling was replaced with something more intense and erotic, warming her lower belly and spiraling downward, congregating at the juncture of her thighs. She trembled with pleasure and anticipation.
    Gator shrugged out of his own robe, and Michelle gazed at him, thinking if a man’s body could be described as beautiful, Gator would win the prize hands-down. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on the man, only brown flesh and tight muscle. She touched his chest lightly, running her hands through the springy curls that grasped her fingers like silken rings.
    “Touch me, Mic,” he said simply.
    Michelle complied, gently closing her palm around him.
    Gator closed his eyes. How many times had he felt her do just that in his dreams? His blood roared in his ears as she began a gentle lover’s caress that in a matter of seconds had him hard and ready for her. “Not yet, Mic,” he said, stilling her small hand with his. Taking her into his arms once more, Gator eased Michelle onto the bed, following as she went, the mattress dipping under their weight. Once again, he moved his mouth to her breasts, then inched his way to her navel, swirling his tongue around her belly button. Then he kissed his way to her concave stomach. His hands never quieted, stroking and tantalizing her flesh. Finally, he probed the curls between her thighs and dipped his fingers inside. He grinned when he found what he wanted. She was wet.
    “Oh, baby,” he moaned. His black eyes glittered in the candlelight.
    Michelle sighed with ultimate pleasure as Gator’s fingers made contact with the very root of her desire. She arched against his hand, letting her thighs fall to the side as he worked his magic. And even as her inhibitions tried to keep her from losing control, Gator whispered words of encouragement—some of them sweet and tender, others demanding and erotic enough to bring a rosy blush to her cheeks and send her over the edge.
    Heat surged through her, and a feeling of such pleasure gripped her that Michelle cried out. She trembled as Gator moved over her. He waited for her to guide him to her center, then he gently pressed forward until she had buried himself inside.
    For a moment, Gator merely lay there, his body propped on his elbows. He gazed down at Michelle and thought she had never looked lovelier, her green eyes soft, her smile tender. He kissed her lightly on the lips and very slowly began to move inside her. She was hot and tight, gripping him, making him crazy with desire. He kissed her again, deeply, and her tongue met his eagerly, just as her hips met his steady thrusts. They moved in