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took his breath away. He had no desire to hurt, rather he wanted to protect, possess and control.
Mine .
Bowie longed to memorize every facet of her body by learning it inch by sweet inch. He wanted to mark her as his own. Touch. Heat. Desire. Those things were taking precedence over coherent thought. Bowie was acting on compulsion when he placed his hand on her side, skimming her waist. So soft. So fuckin’ perfect. He allowed his palm to learn her body, the delicate shape, the gentle curves. With every touch, he felt her respond with tiny trembles and whimpers, revealing to him that she was as enthralled in what they were doing as he was. And when she threaded those dainty fingers in his hair, he could feel her longing conveyed to him through every fiber of her being.
Bowe’s fingers inched upward until he grazed the lower swell of her breast, the generous warm globe beckoning his touch. He wanted to cup her softness more than he wanted to take another breath of air. All he could think of was molding and kneading the feminine flesh until he had her asking him to replace his fingers with his lips. God, he could make her feel so good. She would love how he could make her feel. And he wanted to hear her begging, the desperation to please her tore at his heart. Cassie. Sweet Cassie.
But he stopped. He held back. The effort it cost Bowie to refrain from discovering the exact shape and size of those soft ripe swells was immense. Forcing his hands to freeze just shy of paradise, he only permitted himself the privilege of caressing the very edge, the satin skin beneath her breast. Cassie hummed her excitement, pressing against him like a gentle offering, her tight stiff crests rubbing against his shirt. He could feel her quiver at the contact and not giving in to the temptation was killing him.
If Cassie were thinking clearly, she wouldn’t have done it. She would’ve never had the courage. But it felt so wonderful! Each time she rubbed her chest across his, her whole body quivered. Please God, let him touch me . She pushed her breasts against him and her nipples swelled and ached with the friction.
Bowie felt her respond. He knew what she wanted, what she needed. He recognized the symptoms because he had a full blown case. Yielding to temptation, he allowed his hand to move higher. She was willing, he was ready and more than able to satisfy her every desire. Just one touch.
But something stopped him.
There was too much up in the air, too many things that needed to be said. They needed to deal with this whole friendship issue before he plowed full speed ahead and introduced her to a sexual intimacy she wasn’t ready for. Just for a second, he hugged her—tight. Her hot, hungry mouth was still clinging to his, her little tongue tickling his lip. Hell! Reaching up, he framed her face and pushed back, releasing her lips from his. Bowie knew he was near to losing control and this wasn’t the time, nor the place.
What? Like a splash of ice water a flash of dismay bit into Cassie. Bowie was retreating. In fact, he’d had to pull her off of him like a leech. She was breathing hard, but so was he. Probably from trying to get away from her. God! A pity kiss, that was what he’d given her.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” He kissed her on the forehead. Cassie allowed it, but she leaned farther back in her chair, attempting to put some distance between their bodies.
Bowie felt her stiffen, so he let her go. He’d wanted to hold her till they calmed but she wasn’t having any of that.
“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around her waist, hugging herself protectively. “Thank you for coming to spend some time with me. I appreciate it.”
“Oh, no,” he chided her as he got back to his feet. She wanted him to leave? After that hot kiss? Hell, no. “We have somewhere to go together. I promised you a surprise and I intend to keep that
Mine .
Bowie longed to memorize every facet of her body by learning it inch by sweet inch. He wanted to mark her as his own. Touch. Heat. Desire. Those things were taking precedence over coherent thought. Bowie was acting on compulsion when he placed his hand on her side, skimming her waist. So soft. So fuckin’ perfect. He allowed his palm to learn her body, the delicate shape, the gentle curves. With every touch, he felt her respond with tiny trembles and whimpers, revealing to him that she was as enthralled in what they were doing as he was. And when she threaded those dainty fingers in his hair, he could feel her longing conveyed to him through every fiber of her being.
Bowe’s fingers inched upward until he grazed the lower swell of her breast, the generous warm globe beckoning his touch. He wanted to cup her softness more than he wanted to take another breath of air. All he could think of was molding and kneading the feminine flesh until he had her asking him to replace his fingers with his lips. God, he could make her feel so good. She would love how he could make her feel. And he wanted to hear her begging, the desperation to please her tore at his heart. Cassie. Sweet Cassie.
But he stopped. He held back. The effort it cost Bowie to refrain from discovering the exact shape and size of those soft ripe swells was immense. Forcing his hands to freeze just shy of paradise, he only permitted himself the privilege of caressing the very edge, the satin skin beneath her breast. Cassie hummed her excitement, pressing against him like a gentle offering, her tight stiff crests rubbing against his shirt. He could feel her quiver at the contact and not giving in to the temptation was killing him.
If Cassie were thinking clearly, she wouldn’t have done it. She would’ve never had the courage. But it felt so wonderful! Each time she rubbed her chest across his, her whole body quivered. Please God, let him touch me . She pushed her breasts against him and her nipples swelled and ached with the friction.
Bowie felt her respond. He knew what she wanted, what she needed. He recognized the symptoms because he had a full blown case. Yielding to temptation, he allowed his hand to move higher. She was willing, he was ready and more than able to satisfy her every desire. Just one touch.
But something stopped him.
There was too much up in the air, too many things that needed to be said. They needed to deal with this whole friendship issue before he plowed full speed ahead and introduced her to a sexual intimacy she wasn’t ready for. Just for a second, he hugged her—tight. Her hot, hungry mouth was still clinging to his, her little tongue tickling his lip. Hell! Reaching up, he framed her face and pushed back, releasing her lips from his. Bowie knew he was near to losing control and this wasn’t the time, nor the place.
What? Like a splash of ice water a flash of dismay bit into Cassie. Bowie was retreating. In fact, he’d had to pull her off of him like a leech. She was breathing hard, but so was he. Probably from trying to get away from her. God! A pity kiss, that was what he’d given her.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” He kissed her on the forehead. Cassie allowed it, but she leaned farther back in her chair, attempting to put some distance between their bodies.
Bowie felt her stiffen, so he let her go. He’d wanted to hold her till they calmed but she wasn’t having any of that.
“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around her waist, hugging herself protectively. “Thank you for coming to spend some time with me. I appreciate it.”
“Oh, no,” he chided her as he got back to his feet. She wanted him to leave? After that hot kiss? Hell, no. “We have somewhere to go together. I promised you a surprise and I intend to keep that
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