As he claimed her lips with his, Michelle clasped her arms around his neck and surrendered to the hunger. It had been two weeks, and they were both starving.
“I want you so much,” Erik whispered against her mouth as his fingers tugged eagerly at the tail of her shirt, lifting it up along her belly and over her chest. He growled as her breasts sprang into his hands. Bless her dear heart for not wearing a bra. Her nipples were round and smooth and he massaged his palms over them in slow circular motions until they hardened in response to his touch. He dragged his mouth from hers and trailed his lips over her chin and down to the sweet crook of her neck. Her intoxicating smell and the sweet little whimpers coming from her throat made his groin throb with so much pain he though he would explode in his pants.
Eager to love her, Erik pressed Michelle back against the soft cushions and covered her body with his. He gazed at her face and the trust and love swimming in her eyes tugged on his heartstrings. “Michelle, I wish—”
“Shh. Don’t wish. Just talk to me with your body. Show me what you can’t tell me.” She opened her legs and her arms to receive him.
With an ache in his belly, Erik settled between her thighs and hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse, swearing mildly at the precious time it wasted before he could feast on her beautiful breasts. “Oh, I’ve missed these,” he moaned, gazing at them, totally mesmerized.
“You’re a breast man, aren’t you?” Michelle asked him.
He chuckled, softly. “You’re just figuring that out, darling?” He held one between his thumb and forefinger and sucked it into his mouth, using the muscles of his jaws, his teeth and his tongue to spawn illicit pleasure inside her.
She arched her back, dug her nails into his arms and thrashed restlessly under him. God she was so damned sensuous. It made him wild. Wilder. He pulled his mouth from that delectable mount of swollen flesh and lavished his attention on the other until Michelle whispered his name. When he felt his hunger had been appeased, he pulled his mouth from her breast and trailed his lips slowly and tantalizingly over her chest and down the soft contours of her flat belly. One hand crawled up her legs and thighs as he kissed his way lower and lower. He loved the smell radiating from her hot heat.
“If I don’t get inside you now, I’m going to explode,” he whispered against her skin as his fingers curved around the waistband of her shorts, intending to rip the damn cloth from her body.
Michelle fought her way through the haze of passion when she felt Erik tugging at her shorts. She grabbed his hand. “Erik, no. Not here,” she said, her maternal instincts kicking into gear.
“Why not?”
Her lower body curled into his mouth as the tip of his tongue made shocking contact with the hollow of her belly button.
“Precious,” she whispered in a tormented plea, even as she made seductive little motions with her hips.
“She’s asleep.” His voice was tight and hoarse with need. His loins hurt. He needed to be inside her. Right here. Right now. “Come on, let’s be spontaneous.”
As much as she longed to throw caution to the wind, common sense warned Michelle it would be a terrible mistake for them to make love on the sofa in the open living room with a precocious seven-year-old sleeping upstairs. What if she walked in on them?
The stakes were too high. The price of losing Precious’ trust and respect was too great. Michelle couldn’t afford to risk that, not even for Erik. He was a man after all, and when it came to sex, everybody knew they thought with their...
She pushed at his head with both hands. “Erik, we can’t make love here. Stop. Stop.”#p#分页标题#e#
He growled with impatience, the golden embers in his grey eyes glowing with deep dark desire. He scooped her up off the sofa and took the short flight of stairs to the master bedroom. He closed and locked the door then took purposeful strides across the floor. He set her gently down on her back on the bed and switched on the table lamp. He bent over her and swiftly removed her shirt, shorts, and thong, and tossed them across the room.
A distinct light shimmered in his eyes as he admired the gentle curves of her body. She was smooth and perfect, his to enjoy to his fullest. His gaze moved to her dusky eyes, and the tender love he encountered caused a huge lump to lodge in his throat. No woman had ever moved him like this before, and suddenly, he wanted to take his time with her, worship every inch of her sweet body. Without taking his eyes from hers, he reached up and removed his shirt, dropping it on the floor before his fingers went to the waist of his slacks where he slowly released the button.