She leaned her head back against the firm chest feeling strong hands slide up her rib cage. What the heck was going on here? Hadn’t he always stopped himself, citing professionalism?
“Should we be doing this?” she teased though she certainly didn’t want him to stop.
“No reason not to,” he whispered as his mouth traversed over her shoulder pushing her strap off. His hands moved higher and she gasped as they cupped her fullness. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. Now that you’ve testified and your part in this case is over, I don’t have to remain strictly professional with you.”
“You don’t?” she squeaked, her heart hammering faster at the thought.
“No,” he said roughly, sucking on that sensitive spot on her neck. “Right now we’re simply friends. Although I have to admit, I want to be more, if you feel the same way.”
* * * *
Chris held his breath waiting for her answer. She’d been passionate with him before, but that was when she was still in danger and working at the club. Maybe it had been her way of showing her appreciation. It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened to him.
He paused in his ministrations hearing her tiny whimper of protest and her breathless voice answer, “More than friends. I like that.”
Sighing with relief he bent his head to lick from her shoulder to her neck again then slipped his hands under her shirt to continue their investigation of her delectable curves. When his palms traversed over the center of her breasts, her nipples puckered in welcome and his arousal grew in response. Could she feel it pressed to her back?
She arched against his hands, reaching her fingers back, digging them into his hips. Warmth grew inside him knowing she was the one. The woman he’d been searching for, who he’d needed to rescue him. He’d helped her to escape her predicament but he’d been stuck in his little rut, helping fair damsels but always bidding them adieu once they were safely back in the castle.
Too often he’d gone back to his trusty steed, alone and satisfied that he’d done his job. But not anymore. These last few months without her had shown him he needed her in his life to find his happily ever after. She was it. His happiness was dependent on her and he wanted her forever.
Now he should show her how much he wanted her--his body was certainly telling her already. His cock hardened as she wiggled against him, his caressing hands squeezing and pinching. His lips had never tasted anything this good. The forbidden fruit was now accessible and it still tasted like ambrosia. More proof he needed her in his life.
Frustrated with her top, he reached for the hem, slipped it over her head then tossed it to the floor. He groaned at the sight of her bare chest reflected in the mirror, her perfect breasts heaving with desire, all for him. “You are absolutely gorgeous, you know. It still amazes me how I resisted temptation as long as I did. I never realized my iron control was this strong.”
A shaky breath released from her mouth. “Oh, I knew how strong it was. Frustrated the hell out of me most of the time. I’ll forgive you now as long as you don’t stop.”
Chuckling in her ear he let his hands glide down her stomach, one hand dipping inside her waistband. Her muscles tightened allowing more room for his hand to slide deeper until he slipped his fingers into her neatly trimmed curls. The sounds slipping from her mouth when he rubbed his hand over her womanly mound excited him. He wanted to please her, would do whatever it took to make her happy.
Looking down, seeing her mouth open in mid-cry, he wanted to taste her sweetness that had been missing these past months. He’d become addicted to her kisses and needed a fix right now. It should be slow and sensuous this first time. As much as he was aching to plunge inside of her delicious warmth, he’d regret not taking his time.Enjoy every moment. We can do hard and fast next time.
His gut clenched thinking this loving could be repeated. He could do this with her forever. She might not be ready to take that step yet but it was what he wanted. Him, her, always, forever.
Lowering his head to kiss her open lips he shifted her so she was facing him, one hand staying on her breast the other moving to run along her back. Meg lifted her hands to run through the hair on his chest then surround his neck, pulling his head closer. Lips opened and closed in rhythm, nipping, sucking, tasting. He slid his tongue inside meeting hers to battle and play.
Slipping her shorts over her hips, he allowed them to slide to the floor leaving her in only a scrap of lace. He picked her up, depositing her on the counter then stood back to stare. God, she was exquisite. The desire shining from her eyes was meant only for him. Shit, he couldn’t get much harder than this.
She leaned back on her hands, an impish grin on her face. “You got something in mind for me up here, soldier? Or are you planning on staring all night long?”
“Staring’s good for now. But probably notallnight long. I have a few other ideas I’d like to try.”
“You going to share or will I be surprised?”
He stepped forward resting his hands on either side of her, leaning in close. “I want to take things slow and sweet. Not sure I’m going to make it that long, but I’ll try my damnedest. I thought I’d start by kissing every inch of that silky skin of yours.”
“Everyinch?” Her breath hitched with her reply.
“Yeah,” he said lowering his mouth to touch her forehead. “I’ll start right here.”
Pressing soft kisses all around her face, he made sure to get every freckle, then skimmed his lips over her shoulders to nip down one side of her arm before licking up the other. Across the plains of her collarbone then south to the summit of her breasts. Here he flicked his tongue over her rigid nipples, tiny cries of pleasure escaping from her mouth.
He stayed longer, making sure each peak got equal time, then journeyed lower to navigate the terrain around her navel. Dipping his tongue inside, he reveled in the taste of her skin. He skimmed his hands over her thighs, groaning when they parted to allow him to pull her closer.
God, this was a dream but he’d never truly believed it would happen. He continued kissing all he could, hoping it would continue, not knowing if it would. This could all end when he dropped her off tomorrow. But he wouldn’t think of that now. Concentrate on giving her the ultimate pleasure. He’d get his own joy from that.
Hesitating only briefly when he arrived at the juncture of her thighs, he slid the lace down her long legs. The look of longing and desire flaring in the crystal blue of her eyes kept him going. Her whimpers escalated to cries of passion as he pleasured her. She clasped her hands around his head pulling him in deeper. He had no complaints. Soon she’d be at her peak and he wanted to be there to share it with her.
When her breathing grew ragged and her cries rose in volume, he quickly reached in his bag to sheath himself then thrust his arousal into her wet heat.
