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Slowly, he pressed on her shoulders, forcing her to kneel with him. Then, when she was positioned to his liking, he lifted his head from her neck and gazed steadily into her eyes, watching her reaction as he leisurely slipped the thin strap of her halter dress over her left shoulder. She shuddered in anticipation, but continued to hold his gaze.
The dress fell open and one breast spilled out of the soft apricot fabric. Ashley felt an embarrassed blush rise upward through her body as Trevor gazed at her, his blue eyes fierce with desire. Tenderly his fingers came forward and traced the straining dark peak.
Ashley inhaled deeply, closing her eyes against the warm sensations swirling within her. How could one man make her feel as if she would do anything he commanded? She told herself that she was being reckless, playing with fire, but she didn’t care. All she could think about was wanting hlm, a wild lust that was traveling in wicked circles within her body, aching for release.
“I’ve wanted you for a long time,” he admitted, his voice rough. He was half lying now, and the warmth of his breath fanned her breast.
“You . . . you don’t even know me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, sweet lady. I’ve known you for so long, so very long.”
“Just because I’m Lazarus Stephens’s daughter.”
His blue eyes were wicked when he looked up at her. “Just because you’re Lazarus Stephens’s beautiful daughter.” Gingerly, his lips closed over the rosy tip of her breast. The denial that had been forming on her lips was never spoken. She could think of nothing other than letting him touch her, assuaging the bittersweet ache that was beginning to throb within her.
His tong
ue teased her gently and she moaned for more of the savage pleasure. Her fingers twined in his hair, forcing him closer. He took more of her into the warm cavern of his mouth. One hand splayed against her naked back, while the other softly kneaded her breast as he suckled and drew out the sweetness she offered.
Slowly, his lips moved from the naked breast to the delicious mound covered in soft apricot fabric. The nipple was taut and straining against the dress and Trevor placed his mouth over the covered tip, suckling and wetting the fabric with his mouth.
Ashley’s head was spinning crazily and she knew that if she didn’t stop his masterful lovemaking now, she wouldn’t be able to break the magical spell of love he was weaving.
“Touch me,” he whispered as he lifted his head and wound his fingers in the ebony silk of her tangled hair and tugged on it, forcing her head backward so that he could nuzzle her exposed throat. Gently he guided her hand to the evidence of his desire.
Ashley let her fingers linger slightly on his straining jeans. The low moan from the back of his throat convinced her that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
“Oh, God,” she whispered. Slowly, she withdrew her hand. “ I . . . I can’t.” Tears of frustration stung her eyes.
“Shhh . . . Ashley,” he said. He kissed her eyelids and tasted the salt of her tears. “Just let me love you.”
“I don’t know you, Trevor,” she said, trying desperately to rise above the lustful urges of her body. Never before had she been so tempted by a man, so ravaged by desire. Never had the ache within her throbbed for a release only he could offer.
“You will,” he promised, gently rising on one elbow. His eyes took in the tangled disarray of her blue-black hair, the mystic allure of her green eyes and the swelling invitation of her firm breasts. “I’ve waited a long time for you,” he vowed, as one long finger traced the column of her throat, past the hill of her naked breast, to probe beneath the apricot dress draped over her waist. “I can wait a few more days.”
“And what makes you think that I’ll agree?”
He smiled despite the strangling ache in his loins. “Bcause you want me as badly as I want you.”
“You’re so damned sure of yourself, aren’t you?” she asked, her breath still ragged.
“When I have to be.” His finger traced the definition of her lowest rib. “You and I have so much in common, you see.”
“So you think it’s fate. Right?”
“Most definitely not.”
“What then?”
His eyes drove into hers as if he were searching for the darkest part of her soul. “It’s a case of a man being obsessed with a woman.”
She laughed at the absurdity of the situation, holding the bodice of her dress over her breast. “Obsession? You can’t be serious!”
His eyes darkened dangerously. “Just wait and see how serious I am.” With that, he hoisted himself from the floor and offered a hand to Ashley, who accepted his help.
When she straightened and managed to slip her shoulder strap back into place, he took hold of her arms and roughly pulled her against him. His lips moved suggestively over hers. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “I have plans,” she offered lamely.
