Desire: Love and Passion - By Lesia Reid Page 0,27

he held her.

"You need to relax," he whispered. "I would never hurt you."

She was tighter than their first night. He moved slowly at first, moving one hand off her hips and around so he could caress her while he was moving inside her. She shuddered against him almost immediately. That made her wetter and tighter against him. He growled and moved faster. Faster and faster they danced together until he snorted her name. He grabbed her hips and slammed her into his body. He held her there as the familiar tightening of his abdomen eased.

They crashed to the bed together. He pulled her into the curve of his body, kissing her neck.

"I guess I’m awake now," she said.

"I still want you," he whispered in her ear.

"You are the greedy boy aren’t you?"

His right hand slipped under her lace camisoles and up to her breast where he caressed the soft mounds.

"I’m not fizzling," he said.

"It's the lack of wine and candles," she replied.

"Okay, we'll try that," he said.

Chapter 9

The house had never felt as lonely as it did tonight. They had only arrived from Ireland the previous evening and Willow had spent all of Friday finishing the task that had taken her to Ireland.

She sank into her tub and thought about the lasts few days. It was fun. They were like giddy teenagers. Willow helped him ditch his bodyguards on the last day of her photo-shoot. They took her car and drove to the Irish country side. They spent Tuesday night and Wednesday nights in different hotels. Tuesday night their love making had been feverish, but on Wednesday they spent most of the night talking.

The more she learned about him, the more she wanted to know about him. Now she wondered how he was doing on his date. He begged her to reconsider, even though they would not be together for the night. She refused.

The jarring sound that roused her from sleep was her doorbell. She laid still wondering if it had been part of a dream, but there was another long buzz. Willow got up and pulled her robe over her baby doll nightgown. She grabbed an old cricket bat she previously found in the house and made her way downstairs.

The clock in the living room told her it was just after one in the morning. She proceeded cautiously.

She swore, remembering her door had no peephole. That was something she intended to fix but hadn’t gotten around to yet. The doorbell went off again, followed by several loud bangs on the door. She heard her name as she approached. It was James.

"What are you doing?" she asked as she opened the door.

He was looking disheveled with his bowtie undone and his hair a mess.

"I came to get you," he said.

"What?"

He looked at the cricket bat in her hand.

"Do you even know how to use that?" he asked.

"Would you like to put me to the test?" she returned.

"Let's go," he said.

"Where?"

"You're coming home with me."

"Are you out of your mind?"

"I miss having you beside me. My bed feels empty and lonely without you.”

"I have to get dressed," she replied.

"You’re just fine."

He placed his hands on her waist and pressed his body against her. He caught her mouth in a deep hard kiss, his tongue thrusting against hers wildly. His hands went from her waist down to the end of the short silky robe. They then cupped the curves of her buttocks and he raised her a little, letting her feel his throbbing erection. She moaned into his mouth as her hands went up behind his neck and into his hair. She whimpered and drew her lips away.

"I have to lock up," she said.

It only took her a few minutes to lock up, including grabbing a change of clothes from her closet. He was impatient, telling her she needed nothing.

His impatience caused him to lift her off the ground as soon as the door to his house was open. He took her upstairs in quick strides.

He deposited her on the bed and quickly peeled out of his clothes. She gladly welcomed him into her arms. She whimpered as he kissed her deeply, pressing his erection into her. She put her arms on his shoulders, always cognizant of the sensitivity to his back. He rose up a moment and pulled the strap of her robe. He smiled, liking the bright purple laced baby doll. The only closure for the garment was a ribbon tie just below her breasts. The briefs she wore were