“Rules?”
“Yes, to ease your nervousness. I need you to understand that you can initiate anything you want. However, if you feel the need to let me take over, I will. You just have to tell me.”
“I can do that.” she nodded apprehensively.
“And, if you tell me to stop, I will, no matter how far along we are.”
That’s what did it for her. That wall of fear crumbled around her. She steeled her courage and stepped up to him. “Kiss me.”
There was no humor in his expression now. He cupped her face in his hands and did as she commanded. Slowly, and seductively his tongue parted her full lips and invaded the hot recesses of her mouth. Her fingers tangled in his hair and pulled him closer. Led by that direction, he crushed hard against her mouth. Just when she thought that she’d tasted the best of his him, he surprised her. Oh, there was so much more there! This man’s mouth could cause changes within her body she never knew were possible. She felt a groan of pleasure coming from deep in her throat. Her skin felt hot, needy. “God, just touch me. Please Lance, touch me.”
Without breaking his mouth off of hers, he did exactly as she asked and circled his arms around her pulling her tight against him. Once again his hand cupped her bottom and surged her upward and against his hips as he slowly walked toward his bed. Then, he let her down slowly, so she slid down his body; bare skin moving over bares skin.
“Oh,” she gasped.
Then he moved his hands behind her and undid her bra. She’d barely noticed until her breasts were suddenly loose. He slipped the straps off her shoulders and tossed it aside. Then he gathered her in his arms again, kissing her.
She could have cried at the feeling of his hot skin against hers it was so delicious. Instinctively she went for the belt around his slacks, but she fumbled and felt foolish. “Lance I—"
His hands stilled hers. She moved back and looked at him. “It’s okay. I’ll do that. Sit down. Watch.”
The command was soft and urging and sent a static pulse through her the likes she’d never known. She was way too nervous and scared to manage his belt and because her hands were shaking, he instantly noticed, and again, was easing her discomfort. She couldn’t possibly resist even if she wanted to. She sat on the side of the bed feeling vulnerable at her nakedness and excited of what was to come.
Soon her embarrassment that was forgotten as Lance undid the belt and slipped out of his pants, kicking them aside.Watch.His legs were just as muscular as the rest of him. It was no wonder he filled out jeans so well. Her eyes moved over him slowly, soaking up every beautiful inch of him. Yes, she was a nurse, but she’d not seen anything as desirable as the man standing in front of her.
“I can take it from here. Tell me to stop if you wish.”
Are you kidding me?“I don’t want to,” she breathed, taking in the sight of him.
He seemed pleased with her answer. Then he stepped up to her sticking his thumb in the waistband of his underwear. “Take them off.”
He wore snug jockey shorts, and she could easily see his erection by the bulge in the dark grey material. The fact that she excited him made a wash of hot desire go through her. He seemed so unreachable, and yet, here they were. If someone asked her what she would be doing two days ago, this wouldn’t have even crossed her mind. She moved her fingers inside the elastic and slowly lowered the material.
She’d seen plenty of naked men in her line of work and was always able to be professional about it, but if Lance ever showed up in her ER, there was no way she could. He was a true Adonis, built to masculine perfection. Of course it helped that she was madly in love with him.
“Now stand up. It’s my turn.”
She did stand as he asked, but he didn’t sit down. Instead he grabbed her, pulled her against him and covered her mouth with his. Then he moved his mouth down her cheek, delicately licking, nipping, and tasting her skin. She tilted her head back and he moved down her neck, between her breasts, finally taking one in his hot mouth. She cried out and twisted her fingers in his hair. “Oh Lance, my knees—I can’t stand anymore.”
He murmured something soft against her skin and then moved his arm around the small of her back. He straightened, maneuvered her backwards, and laid her down on his bed. The soft mattress enveloped her. He was right, his bed was more comfortable than hers.
He moved back and kneeled beside her on the mattress, “Lift your hips.”
She did and he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs tossing them over his shoulder without taking his eyes off of her. Then he moved over her, raised, with his arms extended on either side of her head so he could stare down at her.
“Jesus, Tam, you’re so beautiful.”
She stared up at him, her brown eyes raw with fear and desire. He seemed to understand.
“I’ll go slow. Promise me, you’ll let me know if I hurt you.”
She nodded slowly. She was too afraid to speak not wanting to break the spell.
He bent down and kissed her, hard, passionately.
She felt his hands on her. She was right; the callouses he had were rough on her sensitive skin but felt erotic. He moved them down over her breasts and her abdomen, touching her everywhere as if learning the lines of her body. She loved the fact that he was a hardworking man, that he had integrity. There was something fiercely genuine and honest in his touch because of his devotion to physical labor.
He’d yet to give her his full weight. It was like he was teasing her with his body. Well, it was working. Slowly the fear started to ebb out of her and something more powerful started to take over.
