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Authors: Mackenzie Crowne
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home left her shattered and wholly unable to control the frantic race toward paradise. His stormy gaze held her captive, and she eagerly followed him when he began to move into unspeakable pleasure.
She tried to hold back the looming completion, wanting to savor this first time, joined completely with him, but it was hopeless. Her muscles tensed, and she called out to him blindly as she imploded, shattering into a million flaming pieces to swirl aimlessly on the winds of ecstasy. She was nearly deaf to his triumphant cry as he joined her there.
Chapter Nine
Moments passed, or perhaps it was hours. She wasn’t sure. He was heavy. Not that it mattered. There was no way she could move, even if she’d wanted to.
“Sorry. I must be crushing you.”
The only sound she could manage was a purr.
Male satisfaction vibrated through her with his chuckle. “Meggy?” She opened her eyes, and though he wore a sated smile, concern softened his eyes. “Am I too heavy for you?”
“Not too heavy.” She gave a contented sigh. “You make a nice blanket.”
His eyes sparkled with humor, and he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She felt a twinge of regret when he disengaged their still-joined bodies. He grabbed the corner of the quilt to flick it over her nude body. For the first time, she was aware of the chilliness of the air, and she shivered. Neither of them had noticed the coolness of the apartment when they’d arrived. Need had its own temperature, and it was hot.
Naked, he rose and disappeared inside the tiny bathroom. When he emerged several moments later, she watched him move to the fireplace to flip a switch. Warm and cozy flames leapt to life in the grate, and she decided right then and there the expense of converting the traditional old hearth to gas had been money well spent. Then he turned.
Holy cow! With a gulp, she nearly shouted the words. And who would blame her if she had? What woman could keep her head when treated to the full impact of a very large, and very naked, Trevor Bryce?
She’d been right that first day. Trevor Bryce looked like a Greek god. The swarthy tone of his skin gleamed like teakwood in the flickering light of the fire. His shoulders were broad, and those ripped biceps she’d noted days ago weren’t the only proof he kept himself in shape. Six-pack abs and sculpted thighs, nearly as thick as her waist, were a pretty good indication he didn’t spend all his time at the computer writing, or following the stock market.
Just looking at him set her heart to racing, as though she hadn’t been flattened by that unprecedented orgasm only moments earlier. Her hungry gaze dropped to that most male part of him and widened to see that her admiring contemplation had had a tangible effect on his body. Her guilty gaze flew to his. Simmering interest lay beneath the humor she found there. She blushed at having been caught staring.
“Hold that thought.” With a soft chuckle, he winked. “I promised you wine.”
Naked, he padded barefoot into the kitchen and rummaged.
She watched, amused, as he glanced around, his arms full. He pulled a decorative basket from the counter. The dried flowers it held were dumped on the table, to be replaced with the items he’d gathered for their late night snack.
He should have looked ridiculous, this big, naked, Wall Street pirate, striding across the apartment with a basket full of edible odds and ends in one hand, and a bottle of wine and two glasses in the other. But the sight didn’t make her laugh. It made her mouth water.
He placed the basket on the bed and settled himself beside her.
Propped against the headboard with the quilt tucked modestly beneath her arms, she peered into the basket. “A picnic?” She plucked out a bunch of fat, green grapes.
He leaned over to kiss her, then settled back to pull the cork from the bottle. He poured a glass of wine and handed it to her. “A naked picnic.” He spared her a wicked grin.
Her hands full of wine and
She tried to hold back the looming completion, wanting to savor this first time, joined completely with him, but it was hopeless. Her muscles tensed, and she called out to him blindly as she imploded, shattering into a million flaming pieces to swirl aimlessly on the winds of ecstasy. She was nearly deaf to his triumphant cry as he joined her there.
Chapter Nine
Moments passed, or perhaps it was hours. She wasn’t sure. He was heavy. Not that it mattered. There was no way she could move, even if she’d wanted to.
“Sorry. I must be crushing you.”
The only sound she could manage was a purr.
Male satisfaction vibrated through her with his chuckle. “Meggy?” She opened her eyes, and though he wore a sated smile, concern softened his eyes. “Am I too heavy for you?”
“Not too heavy.” She gave a contented sigh. “You make a nice blanket.”
His eyes sparkled with humor, and he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She felt a twinge of regret when he disengaged their still-joined bodies. He grabbed the corner of the quilt to flick it over her nude body. For the first time, she was aware of the chilliness of the air, and she shivered. Neither of them had noticed the coolness of the apartment when they’d arrived. Need had its own temperature, and it was hot.
Naked, he rose and disappeared inside the tiny bathroom. When he emerged several moments later, she watched him move to the fireplace to flip a switch. Warm and cozy flames leapt to life in the grate, and she decided right then and there the expense of converting the traditional old hearth to gas had been money well spent. Then he turned.
Holy cow! With a gulp, she nearly shouted the words. And who would blame her if she had? What woman could keep her head when treated to the full impact of a very large, and very naked, Trevor Bryce?
She’d been right that first day. Trevor Bryce looked like a Greek god. The swarthy tone of his skin gleamed like teakwood in the flickering light of the fire. His shoulders were broad, and those ripped biceps she’d noted days ago weren’t the only proof he kept himself in shape. Six-pack abs and sculpted thighs, nearly as thick as her waist, were a pretty good indication he didn’t spend all his time at the computer writing, or following the stock market.
Just looking at him set her heart to racing, as though she hadn’t been flattened by that unprecedented orgasm only moments earlier. Her hungry gaze dropped to that most male part of him and widened to see that her admiring contemplation had had a tangible effect on his body. Her guilty gaze flew to his. Simmering interest lay beneath the humor she found there. She blushed at having been caught staring.
“Hold that thought.” With a soft chuckle, he winked. “I promised you wine.”
Naked, he padded barefoot into the kitchen and rummaged.
She watched, amused, as he glanced around, his arms full. He pulled a decorative basket from the counter. The dried flowers it held were dumped on the table, to be replaced with the items he’d gathered for their late night snack.
He should have looked ridiculous, this big, naked, Wall Street pirate, striding across the apartment with a basket full of edible odds and ends in one hand, and a bottle of wine and two glasses in the other. But the sight didn’t make her laugh. It made her mouth water.
He placed the basket on the bed and settled himself beside her.
Propped against the headboard with the quilt tucked modestly beneath her arms, she peered into the basket. “A picnic?” She plucked out a bunch of fat, green grapes.
He leaned over to kiss her, then settled back to pull the cork from the bottle. He poured a glass of wine and handed it to her. “A naked picnic.” He spared her a wicked grin.
Her hands full of wine and
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