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Desire Book 1: Love’s Lessons
Desire Book 2: Love’s Disciplines
Desire Book 3: Love’s Trust
Desire Book 4: Love’s Desire
Desire Book 1: Love’s Lessons
Sandra’s gaze looked up from the soaked scrap of material in her hand to his face. He was so damn gorgeous she couldn’t think straight—all long lean angles and dangerously blue eyes under brows as golden blonde as the waves that fell across his high forehead. Sandra, already wet, sent more juices down her thighs. Without her panties there to stop the moisture but right there in her hand instead, it ran in long thin trails to her kneecaps.
“Put them in your mouth,” he rasped.
Her nipples ached from his teeth and tongue, her mouth was bruised from his kisses and she wanted more, much more, but she was afraid.
“I won’t say it again.” His voice deep, and commanding. Sandra knew that if she did not obey he would simply turn and walk out of the hotel room, leaving her standing there soaked and desperate, drowning in her desire.
Her black silk panties touched her lips. Earlier in the evening, while she had been getting dressed, the panties had seemed silly and unnecessary. What would she, Sandra Rogers—town librarian and all around good girl—need fuck me panties for?
“Connor, I have never done anything like this…” her lips trembled with fear as the words spilled from her full mouth. Her dark brown eyes caught his, held, and her body betrayed her yet again, sending yet another hard cramp of lust through her lower belly.
She had not ever done anything like this. Going to the writer’s conference had been a big step, going to the bar, dancing and drinking most of the night away with a handsome fellow attendee was certainly not something she had imagined herself doing, yet here she was. It made zero sense, which was why it held so much appeal.
Connor crossed the short distance between them easily, his long legs and narrow hips combining to create a prowling grace that was as lethally sexy as it was mesmerizing. “I know, and that is why I told you to use the word unicorn if you become too afraid or if something is happening that you do not enjoy. Do you want to safe word out of this?”
No, hell no. Safety was her whole life. What she needed and craved and had to have more than anything else was something that was definitely not safe, not easy. Her hands trembled as the panties pressed against her lips. Her mouth opened and the scrap of material filled her mouth. She could taste the salty sweetness of her own arousal, smell its musky scent mingled with the floral laundry detergent she used.
His fingers flicked across her nipples, the soreness in them increased but so did the pleasure that tightened those peaks. The tips of his fingers had callouses that rubbed against her delicate flesh in a way that was unbelievably rough and sensual all at the same time.
Those fingers moved lower, brushed through the dark brown curls that covered her wet labia. He pressed his thumb cruelly against her clit then pinched her labia shut right above that throbbing nub of flesh, applying even more pressure there. She shrieked into her panties, certain that she would fall down at any minute; just faint dead away if and when he allowed her to come. Two fingers slid inside her, opening her. Her tongue pushed against the silk of her panties as her back arched and her hips jerked forward.
“Ride my fingers,” he said, “let me see how you like it.”
Her face burned at those words. Nobody had ever spoken like that to her before. Shame warred with her passion and passion won out, she raised up on her toes and came back down, rocking her body so that her slick walls took him in and released him time and again.
An orgasm built up once more but again he stopped just as she was on the brink. He had done that earlier too, while she had been straddling his thigh and grinding her wet center along that hard length.
“Oh no, you have not earned your orgasm just yet,” he teased.
She had known that this would be part of the game but it still took her aback when she heard those words coming from his mouth. “What can I do to earn that?” Her heartbeat accelerated, her pulse quickened and her eyes went down, drawn by an inexorable force to his crotch. The large bulge below the neat black slacks made her breath catch in her throat.
“What do you think you should do?”
Why was he leaving it up to her? Until tonight, the wildest thing she had ever done sexually was fucking in the backseat of her high school sweetheart’s old car. She was not prepared to answer Connor, and one look at his face told her he knew it. “I don’t know,” she confessed.
“Well, now—we cannot have that. We are really going to have to work on educating you.”
It is just role-play, she reminded herself as his fingers plucked the panties out of her mouth. His lips sealed hers shut in a fiery kiss that left her gasping for breath and not caring if she ever breathed again. Connor broke the kiss off, his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth nipping at the soft flesh of that long creamy column before they moved lower.
