the side of
her calf. “So that’s a yes?”
She shivered at the hunger in his eyes, but stood fast.
“No.”
His gaze returned to hers, his resignation clear.
Disappointment and relief tornadoed through her.
He closed his eyes. “Upstairs to the left is a guestroom.”
“Great. Thanks.”
She tiptoed around him to pick up her clothes, throwing on
her sweater against the cooling air. She turned toward the stairs, but his
resting body in the light of the dying fire stopped her cold. What was it about
him that had her heart pulsing to life along with her libido? She’d had many,
many men, but he was unique, at least to her.
Unsure what to make of her attraction, she passed between
him and the fire. The air in the room had cooled, causing her to tense. She
stopped and grabbed a log and threw it on the fire. Sparks sprayed everywhere,
one jumping the fire screen and landing on Zach’s arm.
He jerked awake, sitting up. “Ow!”
She jumped back from the dangerous little missiles herself,
her bare heel catching his thigh.
As she fell backward, his arms came around and he rolled
with her, slowing her fall. He lay half on top of her, his chest pushing
against her covered breasts.
He grimaced. “I take it you’ve never had a fireplace.”
She shook her head, unable to speak at the heat building
within her from both embarrassment and desire.
He brushed the hair from her neck and cupped her cheek.
“You’re a handful, Bea.”
Her breath caught at the desire in his eyes. No grin
softened his lips. The purpose in his face changed the heat in her body to a
roaring fire. His hand on her cheek tensed as he positioned her face for his
kiss. At the touch of his lips, she breathed again, his strong, silent command
demanded she open her mouth and let him in. Giving up, she twined her tongue
with his, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him hard against her body.
As he devoured her mouth, the touch of his hardening cock next to her thigh caused
pulses of excitement to streak through her body, tightening her inner muscles.
She moved one hand to rifle through his hair, its thick
softness similar to the furs at her back. Her mind and body acquiesced to his
demands. When his hand left her face and burrowed under her sweater to hold her
breast and thumb her sensitive nipple, she moaned in sheer helpless pleasure.
To let him have his way with her, however he chose, was a heady turn-on and she
floundered in the fantasy.
This was what she‘d been missing, to abandon herself to the
ecstasy. His hand reached between her legs, his finger found her clit and
circled it as if exploring it for the first time. His touch sent her juices
flowing.
The kiss continued, not urgent but controlled, his total
mastery of her undeniable. As his tongue swept through her mouth, so did his
finger play upon her, building her anticipation, winding her up. Helplessly,
she spread her legs wider, pushing her thigh against his swollen cock, her hips
thrusting and retreating from his skilled hand. She wanted him to do what he
would and gave up her own will in the process as the tension between her legs
built.
He played her like a master puppeteer, but with no teasing
this time. Her blood raced to the spot where his fingertips rubbed, building
and catching fire. He had a goal and he would bring her to it, a full
conflagration. His tongue thrust into her mouth, becoming demanding even as his
strokes against her clit changed cadence and her pleasure intensified,
increasing until arching her hips against him, her orgasm burst upon her.
He caught her scream in his mouth and his finger stopped its
movement to press her throbbing nub, holding her on top of her release until he
decreased the pressure. He released her mouth and placed a gentle kiss on her
open lips before leaving a peck on her cheek. She gulped in precious air as her
heart tried to find its normal rhythm. A strange weariness infused her body,
weakened her limbs and refused to allow her to
her calf. “So that’s a yes?”
She shivered at the hunger in his eyes, but stood fast.
“No.”
His gaze returned to hers, his resignation clear.
Disappointment and relief tornadoed through her.
He closed his eyes. “Upstairs to the left is a guestroom.”
“Great. Thanks.”
She tiptoed around him to pick up her clothes, throwing on
her sweater against the cooling air. She turned toward the stairs, but his
resting body in the light of the dying fire stopped her cold. What was it about
him that had her heart pulsing to life along with her libido? She’d had many,
many men, but he was unique, at least to her.
Unsure what to make of her attraction, she passed between
him and the fire. The air in the room had cooled, causing her to tense. She
stopped and grabbed a log and threw it on the fire. Sparks sprayed everywhere,
one jumping the fire screen and landing on Zach’s arm.
He jerked awake, sitting up. “Ow!”
She jumped back from the dangerous little missiles herself,
her bare heel catching his thigh.
As she fell backward, his arms came around and he rolled
with her, slowing her fall. He lay half on top of her, his chest pushing
against her covered breasts.
He grimaced. “I take it you’ve never had a fireplace.”
She shook her head, unable to speak at the heat building
within her from both embarrassment and desire.
He brushed the hair from her neck and cupped her cheek.
“You’re a handful, Bea.”
Her breath caught at the desire in his eyes. No grin
softened his lips. The purpose in his face changed the heat in her body to a
roaring fire. His hand on her cheek tensed as he positioned her face for his
kiss. At the touch of his lips, she breathed again, his strong, silent command
demanded she open her mouth and let him in. Giving up, she twined her tongue
with his, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him hard against her body.
As he devoured her mouth, the touch of his hardening cock next to her thigh caused
pulses of excitement to streak through her body, tightening her inner muscles.
She moved one hand to rifle through his hair, its thick
softness similar to the furs at her back. Her mind and body acquiesced to his
demands. When his hand left her face and burrowed under her sweater to hold her
breast and thumb her sensitive nipple, she moaned in sheer helpless pleasure.
To let him have his way with her, however he chose, was a heady turn-on and she
floundered in the fantasy.
This was what she‘d been missing, to abandon herself to the
ecstasy. His hand reached between her legs, his finger found her clit and
circled it as if exploring it for the first time. His touch sent her juices
flowing.
The kiss continued, not urgent but controlled, his total
mastery of her undeniable. As his tongue swept through her mouth, so did his
finger play upon her, building her anticipation, winding her up. Helplessly,
she spread her legs wider, pushing her thigh against his swollen cock, her hips
thrusting and retreating from his skilled hand. She wanted him to do what he
would and gave up her own will in the process as the tension between her legs
built.
He played her like a master puppeteer, but with no teasing
this time. Her blood raced to the spot where his fingertips rubbed, building
and catching fire. He had a goal and he would bring her to it, a full
conflagration. His tongue thrust into her mouth, becoming demanding even as his
strokes against her clit changed cadence and her pleasure intensified,
increasing until arching her hips against him, her orgasm burst upon her.
He caught her scream in his mouth and his finger stopped its
movement to press her throbbing nub, holding her on top of her release until he
decreased the pressure. He released her mouth and placed a gentle kiss on her
open lips before leaving a peck on her cheek. She gulped in precious air as her
heart tried to find its normal rhythm. A strange weariness infused her body,
weakened her limbs and refused to allow her to
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