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In her room, she took a quick shower, put on a short white night-gown and lay down. Despite the fact she was tired, sleep didn’t come. She had gotten too used to Mark’s strong arms tightly around her during the night. His face buried in her cinnamon silky curls, his powerful hands hovering over her. She was feeling needy, cold. And empty. She pulled her duvet upper and bent her legs closer. Hours went by. A soft moonlight shed a gentle silver light on her bed.
She couldn’t want him that much. She couldn’t be that attached to a man with whom she had to fight a battle just to meet a couple of colleagues in a pub. A man who probably still thought of her as a charge. Someone with whom she had a lengthy agreement which had merely begun. Someone... She heard the sound of her door-knob being turned. Her heart leapt. There was no one at home but him.
The door opened and the moonlight showed a tall powerful man only in boxer shorts. Magnificent. A god come directly from the Olympus. Tides of hot waves assaulted her body.
“Amy.” His low deep voice a caress.
“Hmmm?” She tried to sound just out of sleep.
“I can’t sleep. I need you!” She felt his eyes on her.
She turned on her back and looked at him. Her cinnamon curls spread on the pillow. She didn’t possess a will strong enough to deny him; even if she wanted. Slowly she removed her duvet and the white short silk gown shone in the moonlight.
His breathe quickened in the still room. He neared her brass-boarded bed and looked down at her full breasts, narrow waist and round hips delineated by her gown. In one economic movement, he got rid from his boxer-shorts and his hardness popped out proudly.
The view of him ignited her. She stretched in expectation and saw him lower himself on her pink bed-sheets. In a second his strong arms wrapped her and she felt all his body on hers, separated from hers solely by the thin delicate silk.
She nested him between her flexed thighs and slipped one of her feet triumphantly over his taut-muscled leg enjoying the feel of its hairs and smooth skin. She arched even more to feel the most of him. Arms around his neck, she lost herself in his warmth.
“Amy,” he groaned and poured kisses in the extension of her neck. “You are under my skin.” He nibbled her ear-lobe. “I cannot stay away from you.”
He sided one of the almost non-existent shoulder strap of her pure white silk and bit lightly her there as his hand strolled over her body in frenzy. His mouth claimed hers thirsty, plunging in its depths unchastely.
She corresponded to his kiss in wanton abandon as sensations reaped her womb and melted in the centre of her. His mouth slid down her throat and her head fell back, her lashes heavy and moist lips apart in a long sigh. It felt like years since he had touched her. She had a feverish need of it.
His fingers lowered her delicate gown until it uncovered her full breasts and pebbled nipples. He touched them in every possible way causing her to undulate under him in agonizing pleasure. But then his fingers found her core and dived into it in maddening circles, making her hips move against his fingers in urgency.
She moved her body searching for him in a clear sign of her readiness. He granted her wish, filling her up, driving deep, bringing them both the longed for gratification. Mark brought her an excruciating feeling of fulfilment that made her exhausted and content simultaneously. And the feeling renewed itself each time he touched her. It was such a mystery as to how he did it.
Now they languished in each other’s arms. Mark was still over her, inside her, embracing her, dropping little butterfly kisses on her smooth creamy skin in an aftermath filled with pure worshiping.
“I didn’t want to be without you tonight.” His deep grave tone caressed the skin of her neck. He referred to the happy-hour episode.
He wasn’t sure he could be without her ever again, night or day. It was terrifying to realize the power she had over him.
“I understand.” She murmured, her hand caressing the muscles on his arms, feather-like.
“That was a difficult task you gave me.” He said as he lay on his back and brought her with him, holding her close.
“You’re too possessive, in my opinion.” Her hands passed over his strong shoulder and chest. “I am not comfortable with that.”
Possessive? Did she say possessive? He was never possessive with anyone in his entire life! Damn never! His mistresses came and went as they wished. There was no...Goodness Gracious! She was the only one who made him feel...who made him...what? To the devil with what he felt. He needed, no, he craved her near him, around him. Continuously. And he’d make sure it happened likewise. Until this...this craving had run its course.
“Ms Independent, are you?” He turned to jest to cover his appalling thoughts.
Maybe he should have gotten married, had children, who knows. He wouldn’t be under her spell by now. But he had been under her spell for a long time. Too long. Too much. He wasn’t willing to let her go so easily, so soon. He held her tighter, closer, as if afraid she’d go at that precise moment.
She turned to the other side. “Nasty combination.” Sighing, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
He spooned her with his strong arms, dived his face in her fragrant hair and slept in a heavenly peace only she could instil in him.
Chapter IX
Amy opened her eyes startled. The clock must be wrong. Or she was shamefully late. Where was she by the way? Mark’s bed. The scent of him everywhere. The arms of his around her. She made to get up.
“No.” He murmured in his half-sleep.
“I am late for work.” She tried to disentangle herself from the wrinkled sheets. Monday mornings were never so hard!
