lovely eyes, why she hid her last name and left the village at the same time each Saturday to make a phone call in London. There was a mystery surrounding this woman that he was determined to unravel.
But right now, he didn’t want to think about that. He wanted to just take her into his arms and make love to her until she couldn’t think about any other problems or any other man, and she was screaming out his name as he brought her such intense fulfillment.
He didn’t care what had changed her mind or convinced her to stay. He was just relieved that she was going to be with him tonight.
“You won’t regret this decision, Zarah,” he groaned as he pulled her up against his chest. He covered her mouth so she couldn’t tell him that she knew that it was a good decision. So she showed him with her response instead. She pressed herself against him, her body rubbing sensuously against his hard frame and making her body ache for more of his touch.
The world tilted suddenly and Zarah’s arms wrapped around his neck as his strong arms picked her up and carried her up the stairway, quickly ascending the stone steps and down the dimly lit hallway. He shouldered his way through an arched door and Zarah looked around at his magnificent bedroom that looked exactly like a medieval king’s master suite should look. The stone walls were covered with tapestries and heavy furniture, even a knight’s armor standing at attention in one corner.
She took it all in with one swift glance before her eyes found the large, canopy bed covered in red velvet. There was a thick carpet covering the floor and Derrick slowly lowered her feet to the floor right beside the bed.
“You look absolutely gorgeous in red, by the way.” Derrick looked down at her, his hands moving up and down her arms, tickling her overly sensitive skin.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He lifted her hands, placing them on his chest. He then moved closer, pulling her against him as he bent low, taking her lips with his. The kiss started off gently, but quickly increased in pressure as both of them stepped closer. Zarah lifted herself up onto her toes, wanting more of the kiss and she opened her mouth, wanting more. He quickly complied and Zarah gasped as his hands lifted her higher into his arms as his mouth took control, his tongue diving into hers and teasing her, tasting her.
When his mouth pulled away, she felt bereft but quickly found that she liked the way his mouth felt against her ear, nibbling along the shell and moving downward to her neck. Zarah tilted her head, giving him better access while her fingers clumsily pulled at the tie around his neck, loosening the knot and tossing the material to the side. She had trouble unbuttoning his shirt while he sent shivers racing down her body from the kisses along her collar bone, but she eventually managed and thrilled to the touch of his skin under her palms. Her fingers ran along the smooth, muscled expanse of his chest, reveling in the textures and the freedom.
She felt the zipper on the back of her dress slide downward and arched her body into his because the feeling of the zipper tickled her slightly.
When her dress loosened around her, she felt his fingers dive into her hair and he pulled her against him, kissing her passionately as he gently pushed the dress down her body. The material pooled around her feet but he didn’t stop the passionate embrace, but instead deepened the feelings as his hands moved to the back clasp of her bra. His expert fingers had that tiny scrap of material released and swept away within moments and Zarah felt as if her breasts actually swelled with pride when his hands moved up her waist and settled just underneath each breast.
He lifted her up once again, placing her in the center of his large bed. As he looked down at her, Zarah wanted to both let him take his fill of her nakedness, but she also wanted to cover herself, almost afraid of the heat transmitting through his eyes.
“Don’t be afraid,” Derrick said, watching her closely and seeing the worry start to form. “You’re beautiful,” he said as he quickly removed his clothes, tossing them behind him and uncaring of where the tailored pieces landed as long as he could swiftly get back to this