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Authors: Lora Leigh
Tags: Fiction, Erotic Literature
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Daniel tipped his blond head to the side to ask her something. She shook it again as Chase moved in behind her.
"Chase." Daniel smiled as Kia turned quickly, her hands bracing against Chase's chest as she realized how close they were.
The moment she touched him, she felt something shift inside her. Languorous weakness invaded her body, her nipples peaked, the flesh between her thighs grew swollen, sensitive. Wet. Just that fast.
As though she had been waiting for his hands to cup her arms, his light green eyes to meet hers, his expression to shift with the memory of one stolen night they had shared.
"Chase." His name slipped from her lips on a sigh, as though of relief.
"You promised me a dance, Kia," he told her, his voice lowered, smooth, like the finest brandy on the coldest night, and that was how it filled her.
"I did, didn't I?" She was mesmerized by his eyes, by his lips.
The world seemed to stop, there and then. The music whispered in the distance, voices became muted, unimportant, as they ignored Daniel and he drew her to the dance floor and pulled her into his arms.
Her head went against his shoulder, her arms around his neck as his arms encircled her, and he began to lead her around the floor.
She was lost. Nothing else mattered but the dance and the man, the arms holding her, and the feel of him against her.
"You look like a jewel in that dress," he whispered, bending his head to her, as though they were the only ones who existed at that moment.
"I almost didn't wear it," she admitted, too lost to sensation to play the flirty game or the cool, bored socialite.
"Why?" His lips brushed her ear.
"I don't like standing out."
"You look beautiful. Like a sapphire in the snow. I saw you the moment I entered the room."
And she had wanted him to see her, she realized. The moment she saw the dress the other day, she had known it would draw attention, and a part of her had wondered if it would draw Chase's attention.
The stroke of his eyes was better than no stroke at all. And how she had missed the stroke of his hands.
One stolen night hadn't been enough. She had lain alone the rest of the week, aching, dreaming, awakening and whimpering when he wasn't there on her lonely couch beside her.
"I've decided blue is my favorite color," he whispered, nipping her ear with a subtle little bite. "But I liked white, too. Tell me, baby, do your pretty panties and bra match that dress?"
She almost lost her breath. Her head lifted as she looked up at him, meeting his eyes, holding his gaze and the heat and hardness of his body.
"Yes." She licked her dry lips, arousal pouring through her now.
"And the stockings?" He pressed her head back to his chest, whispering the words against her hair.
"Lighter."
"Silk?"
"Yes."
"I'm going to unwrap you like a present tonight," he told her, his voice roughening. "Khalid has a new oil he swears was made for you. Would you like us to use it?"
He wanted to use it. She could hear it in his voice.
"Yes." She wasn't capable of more than that. The words came out as a whimper, a sighing little cry of need.
The need was like a fever inside her. It had built over the days, simmering and then flaming, and now it was sweeping through her body like a wildfire.
"Have you been wet for me, Kia?" he asked her then. "Have you touched yourself and imagined me?"
Her eyes were closed, the memory of trying to find release as she thought of him burning through her.
"I always think of you then." She swallowed tightly. "I always have."
"Always?"
"Longer than I should have," she admitted.
He had fascinated her, even before her marriage. Turned her head, made her wonder at the wicked sensuality she had caught in his expression sometimes.
"I think of you." His lips caressed her temple. "Jacking off isn't nearly as pleasurable as fucking you, Kia. Filling you and hearing you scream and beg for more."
She could barely breathe. The erotic words were tearing through her brain, naughty, explicit,
"Chase." Daniel smiled as Kia turned quickly, her hands bracing against Chase's chest as she realized how close they were.
The moment she touched him, she felt something shift inside her. Languorous weakness invaded her body, her nipples peaked, the flesh between her thighs grew swollen, sensitive. Wet. Just that fast.
As though she had been waiting for his hands to cup her arms, his light green eyes to meet hers, his expression to shift with the memory of one stolen night they had shared.
"Chase." His name slipped from her lips on a sigh, as though of relief.
"You promised me a dance, Kia," he told her, his voice lowered, smooth, like the finest brandy on the coldest night, and that was how it filled her.
"I did, didn't I?" She was mesmerized by his eyes, by his lips.
The world seemed to stop, there and then. The music whispered in the distance, voices became muted, unimportant, as they ignored Daniel and he drew her to the dance floor and pulled her into his arms.
Her head went against his shoulder, her arms around his neck as his arms encircled her, and he began to lead her around the floor.
She was lost. Nothing else mattered but the dance and the man, the arms holding her, and the feel of him against her.
"You look like a jewel in that dress," he whispered, bending his head to her, as though they were the only ones who existed at that moment.
"I almost didn't wear it," she admitted, too lost to sensation to play the flirty game or the cool, bored socialite.
"Why?" His lips brushed her ear.
"I don't like standing out."
"You look beautiful. Like a sapphire in the snow. I saw you the moment I entered the room."
And she had wanted him to see her, she realized. The moment she saw the dress the other day, she had known it would draw attention, and a part of her had wondered if it would draw Chase's attention.
The stroke of his eyes was better than no stroke at all. And how she had missed the stroke of his hands.
One stolen night hadn't been enough. She had lain alone the rest of the week, aching, dreaming, awakening and whimpering when he wasn't there on her lonely couch beside her.
"I've decided blue is my favorite color," he whispered, nipping her ear with a subtle little bite. "But I liked white, too. Tell me, baby, do your pretty panties and bra match that dress?"
She almost lost her breath. Her head lifted as she looked up at him, meeting his eyes, holding his gaze and the heat and hardness of his body.
"Yes." She licked her dry lips, arousal pouring through her now.
"And the stockings?" He pressed her head back to his chest, whispering the words against her hair.
"Lighter."
"Silk?"
"Yes."
"I'm going to unwrap you like a present tonight," he told her, his voice roughening. "Khalid has a new oil he swears was made for you. Would you like us to use it?"
He wanted to use it. She could hear it in his voice.
"Yes." She wasn't capable of more than that. The words came out as a whimper, a sighing little cry of need.
The need was like a fever inside her. It had built over the days, simmering and then flaming, and now it was sweeping through her body like a wildfire.
"Have you been wet for me, Kia?" he asked her then. "Have you touched yourself and imagined me?"
Her eyes were closed, the memory of trying to find release as she thought of him burning through her.
"I always think of you then." She swallowed tightly. "I always have."
"Always?"
"Longer than I should have," she admitted.
He had fascinated her, even before her marriage. Turned her head, made her wonder at the wicked sensuality she had caught in his expression sometimes.
"I think of you." His lips caressed her temple. "Jacking off isn't nearly as pleasurable as fucking you, Kia. Filling you and hearing you scream and beg for more."
She could barely breathe. The erotic words were tearing through her brain, naughty, explicit,
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