"I want to be gentle."
He took several deep breaths.
"I can't. Let me gather my composure and then..."
"I want you deep inside me."
She smiled when his eyes flared.
"When you kiss me, I feel smoke coming out my ears. My heart beating so fast, I fear it would beat right out of my chest. When you touch your mouth to my nipples, I turn inside out."
He was backed against the wall, his chest heaving.
"Baby..."
He watched transfixed as she started to take off her clothes. This was not the first time she stripped for him, but it had been so long since she did anything so provocative.
The top went first, pooling around her feet. His eyes were fixed on the scrap of silk and lace covering her small breasts and he was imagining the flesh filling his palms to perfection.
When she unhooked the front clasp and shrugged off the straps, he was surprised his knees could hold him up.
"No."
Shaking her head, she stopped him from moving towards her.
"Kiara, you're killing me."
His voice was strained. He was already as hard as steel.
"Stay right where you are."
She toed off her sandals and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her baggy slacks. He had been inside his home office when she was getting dressed, so it never occurred to him that she would not be wearing panties. She wasn't.
His mouth went as dry as dust as she peeled the slacks off to reveal naked flesh.
"I keep getting chafed."
Kicking away the clothing, she started forward.
"You didn't tell me. I should rub some..."
"Later."
Spreading her hands over his chest, she started on the buttons of his cotton shirt.
"The first time I saw you naked, I was very impressed."
She was killing him, slowly, by degrees.
"I thought to myself that this was one magnificent body."
She slid the shirt over his shoulders and let it flutter to the floor. His white tee came next and he accommodated her by lifting his hands so she could take it off.
A sound hummed in her throat as she gazed on the ripples of subtle muscles beneath tanned skin. Sliding her fingers throughthe crisp hairs covering his chest, she felt when his muscles quivered and marveled at the power she held.
Dipping her head, she planted butterfly kisses from his throat to his collarbone, moving downwards until she was toying with his nipple.
"Sweetheart."
