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music wound around them, she relaxed enough to let him mold her body to his. Her hair smelled of bergamot and thyme. Her skin was as soft and warm as a sun-kissed gardenia petal.
He slid his hand to the small of her back and deliberately urged her closer still. Close enough that she couldn’t miss the erection he made no attempt to hide. He felt the accelerated puff of her breath through his shirt front, the wild flutter of her lashes against his cheek.
The music died. Tilting her face up to his, he held her captive in his gaze. Across the water a ship’s bell sounded, haunting and soulful. As it, too, faded, he let the silence spin out just long enough to stoke the sexual tension arcing between them so that, when at last he kissed her, she melted in his arms.
Never one to rush his pleasures—and without question she promised pure, unadulterated pleasure—he backed her under the canvas awning, which offered utter seclusion from prying eyes, and kissed her again. At her temple and her ear. Down her throat to the hollow of her shoulder. Then hearing her murmur his name on a sigh of entreaty, he brought his mouth again to hers. Felt it soften beneath his and knew victory lay within his grasp.
Still he lingered. Why hurry to sample the entire feastwhen the night lay ahead, inviting him to savor each course at leisure?
Her arms stole around his neck. He kissed her again, more deeply this time, and ran his tongue lightly over the seam of her lips. They parted softly, allowing him access to the secrets of her mouth. She tasted of champagne. Intoxicating, irresistible. And he wanted more of her. Lots more.
Stealthily he unzipped her gown. It slithered the length of her to puddle blackly around her ankles. She wore no bra, and panties so brief and flimsy that even he, who thought he understood all the mysteries women’s lingerie had to offer, wasn’t sure how she held them up. His finger hooked inside the elasticized strip at her hips, and with one slight tug disposed of the scrap of fabric.
Appearing almost dazed, she obediently stepped out of the heap of silk clinging to her ankles and submitted herself to his awed inspection. Fully clothed she had been beautiful. Naked she was breathtaking. Long legged, narrow-waisted, sweetly curved. Pure symmetry of form encased in skin as smooth as cream and lustrous as the pearls at her throat. And suddenly, feasting his eyes on her wasn’t enough. He wanted all of her and he wanted her now with an urgency that should have embarrassed him.
Any attempt at leisurely seduction shot to blazes, he stripped off his own clothes with unpolished haste and tossed them in a heap beside hers on the deck. He’d planned to kiss every inch of her until she begged him to lay full claim to her. Instead, he found himself begging her, his voice hoarse with need as he urged her to touch him as intimately as he was touching her.
She did so tentatively, her fingers skimming shyly down his belly and closing around him with such exquisite care that he almost came, when what he’d planned, what he hoped, was first to bring her to orgasm with his tongue.
It wasn’t going to happen, not this time. He teetered too close to the edge of destruction to postpone the inevitable, and it was either make a complete ass of himself, or take her now and pray he could last long enough to give her some satisfaction.
He chose the latter. Lowering her to the cushioned seat, he straddled her and pushed her legs apart with his knee. In a moment of madness, he teased her flesh with the tip of his penis, nudging himself against her for the pure pleasure of feeling her silken heat against his unprotected skin. Her scent rose, dark and sweet, a drugging combination so erotic that he barely had time to roll on a condom before driving into her.
Unexpectedly, he met with faint but unmistakable resistance. He heard her tiny whimper and felt the brief, convulsive clutch of her hands at his shoulders. They told him all he
He slid his hand to the small of her back and deliberately urged her closer still. Close enough that she couldn’t miss the erection he made no attempt to hide. He felt the accelerated puff of her breath through his shirt front, the wild flutter of her lashes against his cheek.
The music died. Tilting her face up to his, he held her captive in his gaze. Across the water a ship’s bell sounded, haunting and soulful. As it, too, faded, he let the silence spin out just long enough to stoke the sexual tension arcing between them so that, when at last he kissed her, she melted in his arms.
Never one to rush his pleasures—and without question she promised pure, unadulterated pleasure—he backed her under the canvas awning, which offered utter seclusion from prying eyes, and kissed her again. At her temple and her ear. Down her throat to the hollow of her shoulder. Then hearing her murmur his name on a sigh of entreaty, he brought his mouth again to hers. Felt it soften beneath his and knew victory lay within his grasp.
Still he lingered. Why hurry to sample the entire feastwhen the night lay ahead, inviting him to savor each course at leisure?
Her arms stole around his neck. He kissed her again, more deeply this time, and ran his tongue lightly over the seam of her lips. They parted softly, allowing him access to the secrets of her mouth. She tasted of champagne. Intoxicating, irresistible. And he wanted more of her. Lots more.
Stealthily he unzipped her gown. It slithered the length of her to puddle blackly around her ankles. She wore no bra, and panties so brief and flimsy that even he, who thought he understood all the mysteries women’s lingerie had to offer, wasn’t sure how she held them up. His finger hooked inside the elasticized strip at her hips, and with one slight tug disposed of the scrap of fabric.
Appearing almost dazed, she obediently stepped out of the heap of silk clinging to her ankles and submitted herself to his awed inspection. Fully clothed she had been beautiful. Naked she was breathtaking. Long legged, narrow-waisted, sweetly curved. Pure symmetry of form encased in skin as smooth as cream and lustrous as the pearls at her throat. And suddenly, feasting his eyes on her wasn’t enough. He wanted all of her and he wanted her now with an urgency that should have embarrassed him.
Any attempt at leisurely seduction shot to blazes, he stripped off his own clothes with unpolished haste and tossed them in a heap beside hers on the deck. He’d planned to kiss every inch of her until she begged him to lay full claim to her. Instead, he found himself begging her, his voice hoarse with need as he urged her to touch him as intimately as he was touching her.
She did so tentatively, her fingers skimming shyly down his belly and closing around him with such exquisite care that he almost came, when what he’d planned, what he hoped, was first to bring her to orgasm with his tongue.
It wasn’t going to happen, not this time. He teetered too close to the edge of destruction to postpone the inevitable, and it was either make a complete ass of himself, or take her now and pray he could last long enough to give her some satisfaction.
He chose the latter. Lowering her to the cushioned seat, he straddled her and pushed her legs apart with his knee. In a moment of madness, he teased her flesh with the tip of his penis, nudging himself against her for the pure pleasure of feeling her silken heat against his unprotected skin. Her scent rose, dark and sweet, a drugging combination so erotic that he barely had time to roll on a condom before driving into her.
Unexpectedly, he met with faint but unmistakable resistance. He heard her tiny whimper and felt the brief, convulsive clutch of her hands at his shoulders. They told him all he
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