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I slip my sandals off. He’s teased me about my height for as long as I can remember. “Yeah, right.”
He pulls me toward him. He’s a lot taller than me now, but to my surprise he’s not smiling. “I’ve had to hide my feelings for you behind a veneer of friendship and teasing. But you’ve always fascinated me. I’ve watched you talk to a boardroom of people without an ounce of nerves. You handle men with ease. You’re sassy and confident and smart. And it’s all wrapped up in this gorgeous package.” He smooths his hands down my sides, then bends and picks me up in his arms as if I weigh nothing. He kisses me, then walks to the side of the four-poster bed and tosses me onto it.
I bounce, the breath leaving me in a whoosh, and push myself up onto the pillows, but there’s no time to recover because he climbs on the bed, tucks a hand under each of my knees, and pulls me down a few inches so I’m lying flat. Before I can exclaim or move back up, he moves over me and lowers himself down, then rolls onto his back, taking me with him, so I’m stretched out on top of him. It’s all done in one move, so smoothly that it takes me by surprise.
He strokes his hands down my back to my butt and slowly tilts his hips up, pressing his erection into my soft flesh. “Now we’re talking,” he murmurs.
I’m breathless with how quickly I’ve been maneuvered. I prop myself up on my hands and look down into his gorgeous gray eyes that have almost been taken over by his huge pupils.
“You know that gigolo training you said you had…”
He laughs, slides a hand to the back of my head, and kisses me.
Ohhh… the delight of having his arms around me, his fingers brushing over my skin, his hot mouth claiming mine. He’s so laid back normally, so relaxed and mellow, even when he’s busy—he’s like the embers of a fire, eternally warm and comfortable. And so I hadn’t expected this fierce heat, like a blow torch singeing me from top to toe.
Despite his obvious desire, he takes his time to kiss me, his tongue playing with mine, his hands roving slowly over my skin, fingers trailing from my shoulders down my back to my bottom, then stroking up my sides. Mmm… it’s wonderful, but I want to explore him, too.
I push myself up to a sitting position astride him, and he watches me as I skim my hands down over the impressive muscles of his arms, and over his shoulders and chest. I don’t know what’s happened tonight, whether it’s the gorgeous setting, the delicious meal and the fine wine, the prolonged kissing, the fact that I haven’t indulged in any DIY for ten days, or just the thrill of being with him, but I feelhot as, my body humming with desire, aching with need.
I take his hands and move them above his head. His lips curve up, but he plays along, pretending I’m able to pin him down, and I hold him there as I slowly rock my hips, arousing myself on him.
“I’m so hot for you,” I whisper, bending to touch my lips to his.
He breathes in, then exhales slowly. “You’re severely testing my self-control.”
I touch my tongue to his bottom lip, pleased that he’s not as in control as he looks. As much as I’ve enjoyed his slow seduction, I want to do the same to him. I want him aching for me. I want to provoke the grizzly bear until he roars.
Releasing his hands, I sit back up. He’s not paid much attention to my breasts yet, and I know that’s because he’s trying to take his time and not rush things.
Time I stepped things up a bit.
I lift my hands behind my back to undo my bra, slide the straps down, and toss it onto the floor.
He gives a deep, helpless sigh.
I know he’s a breast man, and I’m happy to give him a moment to admire them. I think my breasts are one of my best assets, and I have a feeling he might think so too.
He lifts his gaze to mine, hot, amused, then cups my breasts and brushes his thumbs across my nipples.
I sigh, tip my head back, and arch my spine, and he groans and tugs my nipples gently. I feel him take my hands, and then he lifts them above his head, pulling me down so my breasts are level with his head, where he closes his mouth over a nipple.
“Aaahhh…” I exhale as he strokes it with his tongue, then sucks. He swaps to the other nipple, teasing the first with his fingers, and his touch on the sensitive wet skin sends shivers down my spine.
I clutch my fingers in his hair and pull his head up, and crush my lips to his. In response he wraps his arms around me and rolls, and now I’m beneath him, his weight pinning me down.
He plants hot kisses down my neck to my breasts and takes each nipple in his mouth in turn, teasing them with his lips, teeth, and tongue.
“Stop wriggling,” he scolds when I squirm beneath him.
“Ahhh… you’re making me ache,” I protest.
He kisses down my belly, dips his tongue in my belly button, then continues to kiss down. “You can expect a lot more where that came from.”
I close my eyes and lift my hips as he tucks his fingers in the elastic of my knickers and peels them down my legs. Holy moly, is he heading where I think he’s heading?
He is. Oh my God, Huxley’s going down on me. How many times have I dreamed about this? Every night in my bed, I think, although I’d never admit it to myself.
He kisses over my hip, trails his tongue across my tummy, making me quiver, then moves between my legs and settles down there. He pushes up my knees, kisses the skin on each inner thigh, then slides his thumb down through my folds. I groan, covering my face as he turns his hand and teases my entrance with a finger.
