Page 53 of Tempting Fire

“Huh?”

“I’m nervous.”

If he would just let go of her, she could move this show along. Wait a moment. What did he just say? She looked up into his eyes.

“What did you say?”

“We put off enough heat for a chemical fire, but I want this to be perfect for you, and I’m thinking I’ll do this wrong.”

Geez, every time the man got her on the couch, he’d gotten it right, and he was worried? She was the one who needed to be worried. He had all the perfect moves, but…

“I’ve only had good chemistry with you. I’ve been damned by faint praise with others. I want to get this right.”

Warm green eyes glowed down at her.

“Our chemistry is off the charts, this will be perfect.” He cupped her cheek, and stroked his thumb over her lower lip. She sucked it into her mouth.

He groaned.

“Fuck, and you worry that you might be bad at this. How do I get you out of this dress? All of these buttons are making me sweat.”

“There’s a hidden zipper.” She showed him.

“Thank God.” He helped her out of the dress. She stood in front of him in a bra, panties and stockings. She’d thought he might want to make love tonight, so she’d put on good underwear just in case. The look on his face started to alleviate her fears, this could work. In less than a millisecond, she was in his arms, and beneath him on the bed.

“Shirt. Off.” She demanded.

He kneeled up, and finished unbuttoning his shirt and peeled it off. She’d seen him a couple of times without a shirt, but never when he was above her on a bed. Her mouth went dry. He was gorgeous.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said. His fingers traced the tops of her breasts that curved above her lingerie. Gently he divested her of the bra, then cupped her swollen flesh. She cried out with pleasure. His thumbs brushed back and forth against the tips and she arched into the caress.

“More. Harder.”

Zarek gave her a wicked smile.

She reached up and grabbed his hair and pulled him down for a soul shattering kiss that left them both gasping.

Finally, finally, she saw him naked. She reached out and stroked his erect flesh, savoring his groan of pleasure.

“You’re killing me Chloe.”

“Aren’t you going to undress me?”

“Are you kidding? The stockings stay on.”

She laughed out loud. And wasn’t that absolutely perfect? Love and passion and laughter.

He pulled out of her grasp, and slid down her body, trailing kisses along the way. When she felt his warm breath between her thighs all thought of laughter fled.

The first touch of his tongue had her coming off the bed. His big hand rested on her tummy, keeping her under his control as he lavished pleasure on her delicate flesh. Again and again he teased and tormented her, playing her body like a finely tuned instrument.

When she finally whimpered, “Zarek, it’s too much,” he took her over.

It was bliss, but it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t with him.

Once again she tugged at his hair. His eyes lifted to hers, and they shone with love.

“Please,” she begged. All of her worries were gone. This was Zarek, the man who was going to be her husband. It was going to be perfect.