Her feet slowed, and she stumbled.Was that…
Telford steadied her, already pulling his key out of his pocket as they headed toward the wide staircase.
“Second thoughts?”
“No.”She was being paranoid.
She’d only seen Telford’s biological father that one afternoon for a few minutes.She wasn’t going to let him or the thought of him ruin their night.
But guilt niggled.They hadn’t warned Cash or any of the others that he said he’d come for the wedding?
Drama much?
For all she knew he’d been invited to the wedding.She was just jumpy.
“Not a one.”She ran up the stairs, breathless when they reached the top floor, laughing a bit.
He unlocked the door, and she kicked off her boots, peeled off her skirt and shucked her silky T-shirt and cashmere sweater off with her crocheted vest before he’d closed the door.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed, staring at her like she was something sacred.
She reached out her hand to his to lead him into the bedroom.
“Show me.”
He paused them before the bed, turning her so that they faced the antique mirror.
“Ever since we spoke, and I saw the beautiful long line of your back and your bottom in the mirror, I’ve been fantasizing about watching me touching you.”
Her breath snagged in her throat.
“You have such an elegance in your body.Delicate, beautifully made, and yet you have power, strength, grace.”As he spoke his nimble fingers stroked down her spine.
She shivered in pleasure.Heat bloomed down low, hidden by her lacy navy panties.He nudged her matching tank up and spread his hand over her taut abdomen.
“Such a generosity of spirit,” he murmured.His voice tickled her ear; its low register poured into her ears like honey.“You radiate kindness.Sweet as honey.I wonder what you taste like.”
His whisper was wicked temptation, and his fingers matched his words, dipping below the waistband of her panties.He parted her silky folds and stroked softly.
“I wondered if your stunning eyes would deepen in color to amber if I touched you here.”His finger stroked, circled her stiff little nub that slickened and quivered with the attention.“You have a light in you, a beacon that shines and guides others, and I don’t ever want anyone to ever try to steal your light, dim it.I want you to shine.”
It was such an unearthly experience to hear the things he said to her—Ayana who had tried to leave everything behind except her first name because she felt the meaning behind the name was the only thing that fit her, that belonged to her, gave meaning to who she was.And the truth that was stamped so deeply in his voice was as seductive as his touch.
The little moan that escaped embarrassed her.It felt so vulnerable.She’d been with a few men before, but never like this.Never with words that were deeper than the physical words of sex.
His rhythm increased, the pressure deepened, and yet his touch was gentle.With one finger he slipped the strap of her tank down and exposed one breast.
“So beautifully made.Exquisite.You could make me believe in God, Ayana.That there is good and a plan under all the scheming and chaos of the world.”
He cupped her breast so gently like it was special, when she had heard repeatedly that she was too small, too boyish.He kissed her shoulder, his lips trailing up her neck.His tongue drew soft circles along her jaw just as his finger drew over her clit.Her breath was loud in the quiet of the room, and her lips parted, eyes glittered.
She looked like a stranger.Passionate, undone, exposed as he palmed her panties over her hips where they pooled at her feet.
“Glorious,” he murmured.“Like a flame.Your beauty and purity of soul are scorching.”
She could see the wetness slicking her thighs, her desire so evident.She looked wanton.Needy.And his eyes looked black with desire.His breathing, too, was elevated but he was fully clothed except his jacket.
“Eyes open,” he commanded.“I want you to watch yourself when you tip over.Eyes never lie the way lips do.”
