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let’s try it your way for a while.”
Dinner seemed to take forever, but Nadia supposed that was because she knew what was coming next. Her brain was still trying to tell her it was a bad idea, but her body was fully on board with the plan. She was in a low-grade state of constant need sitting beside Sawyer, especially as he seemed to be going out of his way to touch her in myriad tiny ways.
The simple stroke of his fingertips across the back of her hand left her breathless, and when his hand settled on her thigh, sliding under the hem of the black dress she wore, but pausing at the edge of her stockings, she couldn’t resist the urge to part her legs farther to invite his fingers to move higher. Much to her annoyance, he ignored the invitation and moved his hand south, as though he had not been stroking her thigh so intimately a moment or two before.
Finally, after coffee and dessert, they were able to escape. She couldn’t believe how eager she was for this, even knowing all the reasons why she shouldn’t do it. Sawyer was unlike any man she had ever been with, and completely different from her usual type of stable and responsible. In fact, of the few relationships she’d had, she was usually the one leaving the man behind because he got too serious. It would be a change to be with Sawyer, who was a serial escape artist.
Not that she had any intentions of trying to be the one to keep him or tame him. This was strictly physical, and only a fool would let it become anything more.
As soon as the door closed behind them, the lock clicking with a tiny snick, she turned to face him. Unable to hold out a moment longer, Nadia slipped her hands into his tie and began wrenching it open. The buttons of his shirt came next, and one or two flew off in various directions when her impatient fingers tugged too hard. It was like having a fever, and knowing he was the cure was slightly disconcerting.
Sawyer cupped her face between his hands, bending his head slightly so that their lips touched. This wasn’t the gentle coaxing kiss of last night. Instead, it started out hungry and deep, and she held nothing back as his mouth devoured hers, and she reciprocated.
They strained and pushed against each other, hands moving wildly and disjointedly over each other’s clothing. Somehow, she managed to pull his shirt off completely as his hands inched below the hem of her dress and pushed up the tight material.
The skirt yielded easily, rolling to her hips to reveal the black lace panties and stockings she wore underneath. Knowing this was coming, Nadia had chosen them deliberately and with care. Though all the underwear she had acquired at Menaul’s was sexy and expensive, this was the sexiest pair of all. Barely more than lace, a couple of bows, and a pearl decoration, it did little to hide the treasures underneath.
Deepening the kiss, which should have been impossible, they moved to the bed. Before lying down, she paused to have him unzip the dress so she could pull it over her head. And then she was on the bed, wearing just the tiny black underwear, a matching bra, and the lace-trimmed stockings that clung to her thighs without garters.
His appreciation was obvious, especially as he unfastened his slacks and pushed them to the floor along with his underwear to reveal an impressive erection. Thick and throbbing, the deep red of his arousal pulsing in his flesh made her hands yearn to stroke him. A second later, he was on the bed with her, and her hand sought him out unerringly.
His skin was smooth silk, with ropey veins that throbbed as her fingers traced them. Nadia pressed against the underside of his cock lightly, making him groan and buck his hips. She wanted to taste him, but she was too aroused for extended foreplay. Right then, she simply wanted him inside her.
With enthusiastic fingers, Sawyer unfastened the front clasp of her bra, allowing her pert breasts to spring free. She was average-sized, with brown areolas and
Dinner seemed to take forever, but Nadia supposed that was because she knew what was coming next. Her brain was still trying to tell her it was a bad idea, but her body was fully on board with the plan. She was in a low-grade state of constant need sitting beside Sawyer, especially as he seemed to be going out of his way to touch her in myriad tiny ways.
The simple stroke of his fingertips across the back of her hand left her breathless, and when his hand settled on her thigh, sliding under the hem of the black dress she wore, but pausing at the edge of her stockings, she couldn’t resist the urge to part her legs farther to invite his fingers to move higher. Much to her annoyance, he ignored the invitation and moved his hand south, as though he had not been stroking her thigh so intimately a moment or two before.
Finally, after coffee and dessert, they were able to escape. She couldn’t believe how eager she was for this, even knowing all the reasons why she shouldn’t do it. Sawyer was unlike any man she had ever been with, and completely different from her usual type of stable and responsible. In fact, of the few relationships she’d had, she was usually the one leaving the man behind because he got too serious. It would be a change to be with Sawyer, who was a serial escape artist.
Not that she had any intentions of trying to be the one to keep him or tame him. This was strictly physical, and only a fool would let it become anything more.
As soon as the door closed behind them, the lock clicking with a tiny snick, she turned to face him. Unable to hold out a moment longer, Nadia slipped her hands into his tie and began wrenching it open. The buttons of his shirt came next, and one or two flew off in various directions when her impatient fingers tugged too hard. It was like having a fever, and knowing he was the cure was slightly disconcerting.
Sawyer cupped her face between his hands, bending his head slightly so that their lips touched. This wasn’t the gentle coaxing kiss of last night. Instead, it started out hungry and deep, and she held nothing back as his mouth devoured hers, and she reciprocated.
They strained and pushed against each other, hands moving wildly and disjointedly over each other’s clothing. Somehow, she managed to pull his shirt off completely as his hands inched below the hem of her dress and pushed up the tight material.
The skirt yielded easily, rolling to her hips to reveal the black lace panties and stockings she wore underneath. Knowing this was coming, Nadia had chosen them deliberately and with care. Though all the underwear she had acquired at Menaul’s was sexy and expensive, this was the sexiest pair of all. Barely more than lace, a couple of bows, and a pearl decoration, it did little to hide the treasures underneath.
Deepening the kiss, which should have been impossible, they moved to the bed. Before lying down, she paused to have him unzip the dress so she could pull it over her head. And then she was on the bed, wearing just the tiny black underwear, a matching bra, and the lace-trimmed stockings that clung to her thighs without garters.
His appreciation was obvious, especially as he unfastened his slacks and pushed them to the floor along with his underwear to reveal an impressive erection. Thick and throbbing, the deep red of his arousal pulsing in his flesh made her hands yearn to stroke him. A second later, he was on the bed with her, and her hand sought him out unerringly.
His skin was smooth silk, with ropey veins that throbbed as her fingers traced them. Nadia pressed against the underside of his cock lightly, making him groan and buck his hips. She wanted to taste him, but she was too aroused for extended foreplay. Right then, she simply wanted him inside her.
With enthusiastic fingers, Sawyer unfastened the front clasp of her bra, allowing her pert breasts to spring free. She was average-sized, with brown areolas and
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