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of his hands or the taste of his lips.
It was so much better than any daydream I had ever indulged.
His hand cupped the back of my head and fingers grasped into my hair as he kissed me deeper in response. With his other hand pulled my legs over his and pressed me back against the cushion of the cab. My hand was in his hair, like long stra nds of silk between my fingers.
He was breathless as we broke apart, and his eyes never moved from my face. “Happy birthday,” I grinned.
“It is now,” he said as his hand slid down the side of my body and then rested lightly on my hip. “I’ve waited a long time to do that.”
My finger traced his jaw. “What’s the verdict?”
“I want to do it again,” he said softly, touching his mouth to mine, toying with my lips playfully. “And again,” he murmured before another tantalizingly slow kiss.
“And again,” I repeated as I brazenly kissed him back. It was his turn to groan as my tongue slipped in between his full lips and he pulled me closer – as if ski n to skin wasn’t close enough.
The cab slowed to a stop and I realized we were in front of my hotel. A moment passed between us and all I could do was climb into those beautiful dark eyes. Again he bent toward me. “Invite me upstairs,” he commanded softly in between inquisitive kisses.
I felt the urgency of his body – one that I fully shared. I could picture every moment from the time we left that cab, the elevator ride up to the room, and each kiss and caress that would follow behind closed doors. I could see the enraptured look on his face as my mouth teased and tormented him, to the very moment he’d enter me and claim me like I wanted, and needed, him to do.
It was everything I dreamed, and it was literally at the tips of my fingers. Everything else just sort of melted away. “Okay,” I found myself whispering.
“Say it,” he commanded again, this ti me stronger, with more urgency.
I fell headlong into his bottomless eyes. “Come upstairs with me, Vanni.”
His face broke apart in his sexy smirk. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He stood and exited the cab, then held a hand out to me to help me down. He thrust some bills into the driver’s hand and then led me into the hotel. By midnight the crowds had thinned in the elegant lobby so we were free to snugg le all the way to the elevator.
Once the doors closed he pulled me to him until the front of my body was molded against his, with his hands locked behind my waist. “You’re an evil woman to make me wait so long for this,” he said as he bent for another kiss. His lips left me speechless; all I could do was slip my arms around his neck and kiss him back with pent-up ardor.
As much as I dreamed what it would it would be like to have his mouth on mine, nothing beat the reality. Nothing whets the appetite quite like anticipation. By the time we reached my floor we could barely bear to break apart to stumble four feet to my hotel door.
The minute the door clicked shut behind us his passion kicked into overdrive. I was pressed up against the wall and lifted up into his arms until my legs locked around his waist. His hands slipped off my jacket until it fell into a heap on the floor. Just as desperately he ripped the sheer shirt over my head until I was in nothing but those curve hugging jeans and my tightly cinched corset. He let out a happy sigh as he looked down at me. “So evil,” he breathed as he carried me to the bed, where we topped rather ungraciously trying to preserve our embrace.
He propped up on one elbow and his hair fell like a curtain over his shoulder, tickling me on my bare, exposed skin. Tenderly he traced a finger across my chest, over to my shoulder and down my arm. His fingers linked with mine as he bent down, hungry again for another kiss , as if he couldn’t get enough.
I arched my back toward him and he rewarded the action by cupping his large palm over my full breast, still hidden under satin and lace. He
It was so much better than any daydream I had ever indulged.
His hand cupped the back of my head and fingers grasped into my hair as he kissed me deeper in response. With his other hand pulled my legs over his and pressed me back against the cushion of the cab. My hand was in his hair, like long stra nds of silk between my fingers.
He was breathless as we broke apart, and his eyes never moved from my face. “Happy birthday,” I grinned.
“It is now,” he said as his hand slid down the side of my body and then rested lightly on my hip. “I’ve waited a long time to do that.”
My finger traced his jaw. “What’s the verdict?”
“I want to do it again,” he said softly, touching his mouth to mine, toying with my lips playfully. “And again,” he murmured before another tantalizingly slow kiss.
“And again,” I repeated as I brazenly kissed him back. It was his turn to groan as my tongue slipped in between his full lips and he pulled me closer – as if ski n to skin wasn’t close enough.
The cab slowed to a stop and I realized we were in front of my hotel. A moment passed between us and all I could do was climb into those beautiful dark eyes. Again he bent toward me. “Invite me upstairs,” he commanded softly in between inquisitive kisses.
I felt the urgency of his body – one that I fully shared. I could picture every moment from the time we left that cab, the elevator ride up to the room, and each kiss and caress that would follow behind closed doors. I could see the enraptured look on his face as my mouth teased and tormented him, to the very moment he’d enter me and claim me like I wanted, and needed, him to do.
It was everything I dreamed, and it was literally at the tips of my fingers. Everything else just sort of melted away. “Okay,” I found myself whispering.
“Say it,” he commanded again, this ti me stronger, with more urgency.
I fell headlong into his bottomless eyes. “Come upstairs with me, Vanni.”
His face broke apart in his sexy smirk. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He stood and exited the cab, then held a hand out to me to help me down. He thrust some bills into the driver’s hand and then led me into the hotel. By midnight the crowds had thinned in the elegant lobby so we were free to snugg le all the way to the elevator.
Once the doors closed he pulled me to him until the front of my body was molded against his, with his hands locked behind my waist. “You’re an evil woman to make me wait so long for this,” he said as he bent for another kiss. His lips left me speechless; all I could do was slip my arms around his neck and kiss him back with pent-up ardor.
As much as I dreamed what it would it would be like to have his mouth on mine, nothing beat the reality. Nothing whets the appetite quite like anticipation. By the time we reached my floor we could barely bear to break apart to stumble four feet to my hotel door.
The minute the door clicked shut behind us his passion kicked into overdrive. I was pressed up against the wall and lifted up into his arms until my legs locked around his waist. His hands slipped off my jacket until it fell into a heap on the floor. Just as desperately he ripped the sheer shirt over my head until I was in nothing but those curve hugging jeans and my tightly cinched corset. He let out a happy sigh as he looked down at me. “So evil,” he breathed as he carried me to the bed, where we topped rather ungraciously trying to preserve our embrace.
He propped up on one elbow and his hair fell like a curtain over his shoulder, tickling me on my bare, exposed skin. Tenderly he traced a finger across my chest, over to my shoulder and down my arm. His fingers linked with mine as he bent down, hungry again for another kiss , as if he couldn’t get enough.
I arched my back toward him and he rewarded the action by cupping his large palm over my full breast, still hidden under satin and lace. He
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