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couldn’t help it. Was he agreeing to something that might change her life?
“You could touch me, however you wanted to. Clothes on. Clothes off. I would lie on the bed, keeping my hands to myself, unless you begged me to touch you.”
“Beg?”
“A male needs some dreams.”
Her lips twitched despite herself. The more time she spent with him, the more she liked him.
When would she get another chance like this? He made the offer, even with her wearing the half revealing gown that he was watching keenly with an air of desire.
“No touching me unless I ask?”
“Unless you beg.”
Chapter Nine
Janis watched as Nicolas backed away from her. He reached down to grasp the hem of the shirt he was wearing. The muscles in his arms flexed and she licked her dry lips. He pulled the shirt up slowly, revealing cut abs that made her palms sweat.
The speed of her heart increased with every inch of skin he revealed. His concave stomach came into view and her breathing became slightly erratic. She was never going to get a chance to touch him. At this rate, she might not survive him pulling off his shirt.
His shirt covered his face, revealing his male chest with those flat enticing nipples. She bit her bottom lip to keep from gasping. She had to touch him. It felt like a biological imperative.
He took the shirt off and casually dropped it beside her on the loveseat. Turning, he walked into the other room.
She followed like a puppet on a string.
He went to the closet and toed off his shoes before bending over and peeling off his socks. His toned ass flexed. She almost swallowed her tongue.
He turned to look at her and winked; before going to the king sized bed and the immaculate comforter that covered it. He stretched out with his hands laced behind his head.
She licked her lips, trying to get moisture into her dry mouth. “I can touch you anywhere?”
Her voice sounded unfamiliar to her ears, but it was the best she could manage.
“Touch me anyplace you want, Angel. Command me to take off any article of clothing.”
“Angel?”
“Your planet has a legend that says angels have the power to bring both pleasure and pain with their touch. Please me.” He looked at her small pale hands. “Torment me, Angel.”
Janis crawled up on the bed beside him. Her normal thoughts of running had abandoned her long ago. She was going to touch this man. Explore every inch of his hard body.
She knelt next to him, allowing her eyes to trace every ripped muscle. Dragging her eyes from his chest to his face, she watched his dark gaze devour her.
Reaching out, she traced his lips with her fingers. They were firm, reminding her of the kiss they shared and her desire to do it again. She leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on his mouth, before stroking those beautifully chiseled lips with her tongue.
She pressed harder against his lips, asking him silently to let her in. His mouth opened and her breath invaded him before her tongue followed suit. She stroked his tongue, feeling her body respond to the kiss, the need in her igniting a desire for more.
Her fingers along his jaw line. She followed her fingers with her tongue. He tasted so good. He was a combination of wildness and sophistication. It was a heady taste combined with a devastating scent. The need to draw him in was overwhelming.
Trembling fingers grazed the column of his neck tracing downward. Placing the palms of her hands on his hard chest she caressed him. The feel of his hardened nipples intrigued her. Running her hands over them several times, liking the tingling in her palms and the fluttering between her legs.
Reaching out she grasped a nipple between her fingers, pinching it — watching as his nostrils flared and eyes lowered for a minute. Smiling wickedly she repeated the act. He liked it. Leaning over, she took the other nipple into her mouth and sucked.
A low groan emerged from his lips. It caused a shiver of desire to climb up her spine. The tingling
“You could touch me, however you wanted to. Clothes on. Clothes off. I would lie on the bed, keeping my hands to myself, unless you begged me to touch you.”
“Beg?”
“A male needs some dreams.”
Her lips twitched despite herself. The more time she spent with him, the more she liked him.
When would she get another chance like this? He made the offer, even with her wearing the half revealing gown that he was watching keenly with an air of desire.
“No touching me unless I ask?”
“Unless you beg.”
Chapter Nine
Janis watched as Nicolas backed away from her. He reached down to grasp the hem of the shirt he was wearing. The muscles in his arms flexed and she licked her dry lips. He pulled the shirt up slowly, revealing cut abs that made her palms sweat.
The speed of her heart increased with every inch of skin he revealed. His concave stomach came into view and her breathing became slightly erratic. She was never going to get a chance to touch him. At this rate, she might not survive him pulling off his shirt.
His shirt covered his face, revealing his male chest with those flat enticing nipples. She bit her bottom lip to keep from gasping. She had to touch him. It felt like a biological imperative.
He took the shirt off and casually dropped it beside her on the loveseat. Turning, he walked into the other room.
She followed like a puppet on a string.
He went to the closet and toed off his shoes before bending over and peeling off his socks. His toned ass flexed. She almost swallowed her tongue.
He turned to look at her and winked; before going to the king sized bed and the immaculate comforter that covered it. He stretched out with his hands laced behind his head.
She licked her lips, trying to get moisture into her dry mouth. “I can touch you anywhere?”
Her voice sounded unfamiliar to her ears, but it was the best she could manage.
“Touch me anyplace you want, Angel. Command me to take off any article of clothing.”
“Angel?”
“Your planet has a legend that says angels have the power to bring both pleasure and pain with their touch. Please me.” He looked at her small pale hands. “Torment me, Angel.”
Janis crawled up on the bed beside him. Her normal thoughts of running had abandoned her long ago. She was going to touch this man. Explore every inch of his hard body.
She knelt next to him, allowing her eyes to trace every ripped muscle. Dragging her eyes from his chest to his face, she watched his dark gaze devour her.
Reaching out, she traced his lips with her fingers. They were firm, reminding her of the kiss they shared and her desire to do it again. She leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on his mouth, before stroking those beautifully chiseled lips with her tongue.
She pressed harder against his lips, asking him silently to let her in. His mouth opened and her breath invaded him before her tongue followed suit. She stroked his tongue, feeling her body respond to the kiss, the need in her igniting a desire for more.
Her fingers along his jaw line. She followed her fingers with her tongue. He tasted so good. He was a combination of wildness and sophistication. It was a heady taste combined with a devastating scent. The need to draw him in was overwhelming.
Trembling fingers grazed the column of his neck tracing downward. Placing the palms of her hands on his hard chest she caressed him. The feel of his hardened nipples intrigued her. Running her hands over them several times, liking the tingling in her palms and the fluttering between her legs.
Reaching out she grasped a nipple between her fingers, pinching it — watching as his nostrils flared and eyes lowered for a minute. Smiling wickedly she repeated the act. He liked it. Leaning over, she took the other nipple into her mouth and sucked.
A low groan emerged from his lips. It caused a shiver of desire to climb up her spine. The tingling
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