behind her,
crowding her, invading her space and sending her pulse skyrocketing.
Her fingers scrambled for the switch.
“A woman who’s not afraid of lights? I like that.”
A flush crept from her chest to her cheeks at his innuendo.
In the sudden brightness of her home, he looked absolutely
devastating.
The epitome of her dreams, mouthwateringly handsome,
sophisticated, yet emanating a raw sensuality that he’d kept under wraps
earlier during their date. Imagining him naked had her drooling. Her nipples
pebbled under her top and she worried if the dampness between her legs would
show through her jeans.
Startled by the way her body responded to him, she gulped
and lifted her face to his. His posture was relaxed, but she couldn’t miss the
silent question in his darkening eyes.
Did she dare surrender to the attraction pulsing between
them?
Yes!
For once she decided to go with the flow. After all, one
could only hope…
Chapter Five
Gregory balled his hands into fists, terrified of making the
wrong move. Being horny as hell didn’t help one iota as she pushed him against the door this time, her perfect body taunting him.
She licked her lips, nodded to herself and took a step
closer, bridging the short distance between them.
“Are you sure?” His question came out hoarse. There was no
way Elena could have missed the raw need in his voice.
She nodded again, gazing at his lips. Heat licked his skin
from her stare and his cock thickened further, getting terribly uncomfortable
in too short a time. How did she do this to him?
He’d planned their entire evening putting her first. He’d
even convinced himself he wouldn’t press her to sleep with him unless she
wanted him to. His cock had been too eager for action from the moment he’d
picked her up.
Never had his hands-off rule backfired on him this badly.
Watching her in jeans and a figure-hugging sweater had been pure torture and
yet topped the charts in terms of sexiness. He hadn’t minded happily dying of
blue-balls as long as she bestowed more of her smiles. Her pretty laughter
touched a place so deep within he vowed to rip into anyone who dared to steal
her happiness. His lust still surged rampant, and he didn’t want to scare her
off, this time for real.
He caught her hands when she moved them to his torso,
pivoting her around so her back dug into the wall and he pressed against her.
She arched, thrusting her chest out, rubbing on him. The
sinuous, feminine movement fired his libido and the monster lurking inside him
reared up. He wanted to let go of her wrists, peel her clothes off and touch
every inch of her creamy flesh. His vision blurred, his urge overcoming his
sensibilities. He gritted his teeth and focused on her, keeping the darkness at
bay. He wouldn’t take her, not until he managed some semblance of control. For
that, he needed to lay the ground rules. Now.
“If I take you to bed…” His words stuck in his throat when
she dragged her body against his, her soft breasts rubbing enticingly over his
torso. He ignored the blatant sensuality of the moment and tried again. “If we
go beyond this…” Her eyes drifted closed and a throaty moan escaped her mouth,
wrenching a groan from him. “You must…”
Opening her eyes, she pressed against him harder, writhing.
Did she even realize what she was doing? As if in answer to his unasked
question, she tugged her hands free from his grasp and circled his shoulders.
Her eyes—heavy lidded and sultry—sent his pulse soaring.
He caught her waist and pulled her against him, words
forgotten. Thoughts fled when she rose on her toes in a bold move to kiss him.
His lust taking over, he bent down, capturing her lips and
her soft gasp into him. He didn’t know whether she removed her clothes or
whether he stripped them off her. Much to his liking, her soft, naked flesh
cushioned him as he plundered her mouth, drinking in her whimpers and her soft
cries.
Each brush of his fingertips on her