Long Time Running - By Hannah Foster Page 0,48

give in to any passion. But he did not want to be sensible. He wanted to get lost in her, he wanted to feel once more the way only she could make him feel.

Dipping his head again he caught her lips with his own and gently rolled her on to her back. His hands roved underneath her shirt, reacquainting themselves with her body. She moaned as he teased the curve of her breasts. She whispered tiny kisses along his neck before bringing her mouth to the hollow of his neck and sucking softly on the delicate skin.

Eric threw his head back and moaned loudly. Even after all these years she knew exactly how to touch him and where to set his nerve endings on fire. He pressed into her, his arousal clearly evident. His finger curled around the hem of her shirt and tugged it upwards over her head. Letting it drop to the floor, he turned his attention back to her and stared longingly at her.

She was thinner than when she had left, almost too thin. Her golden skin had a dusting of freckles along her shoulders and her neckline and her small, pert breasts stood at attention.

Nathalie sank back into the couch and shyly brought an arm across her chest. Eric looked at her in confusion, unsure of her posture. Shy had never been an adjective to describe Nathalie, in or out of bed. It had been her strong passion for everything she did that had been one of the reasons he was attracted to her.

"Nat?" he queried. "Do you want me to stop?"

She shook her head in denial and smiled nervously. "No. It's not that. I want, no - need you to touch me. To make feel whole again," she whispered. "It's just...it's been a long time since you've seen me-"

He tenderly pulled her arm to the side and smiled at her. "You are still the most beautiful woman I know" he said huskily, cupping a breast with his hand. "I love your body."

It was the confirmation that she needed. Throwing her arms around his neck and threading her fingers through his hair, she kissed him hungrily as she pressed herself further against his hands. She slung her leg over his hip as their caution gave way to passion.

His hands slid over her behind and as he unsteadily got to his feet, she wrapped her legs around his hips as he carried her down the hall to the bedroom. They kissed until the need for oxygen broke them apart. Breathless, he deposited her on the bed and she kneeled up, pulling impatiently at his shirt. Smiling at her eagerness, he reached behind him and slipped it over his head, tossing it to the side. Her hands fervently ran over his broad chest as she placed a series of small kisses along his smooth skin. He gasped as she closed her mouth over a nipple and worked it with her tongue.

Stepping away from her he quickly undid his pants and let them drop to the floor; his boxers followed suit and he stood naked before her, her affect on him clearly evident. Nathalie felt herself wet at the sight of his long, lean body. He was more muscular than he had been when they were together and as she drank in the broadness of shoulders down to the narrowness of his hips she was reminded that she had never wanted anyone the way she wanted him.

"Eric" she rasped extending her hand to him.

"Are you sure?" Thinking clearly was an Olympic effort at this particular moment but he wanted - needed - to be sure that he wasn't taking advantage of her.

"Very" she answered raggedly, her own desire threatening to consume her. She moved her hands to unzip her jeans but he shook his head.

"Let me," he told her as he crawled towards her.

She melted back against the pillows as his fingers curled around her waistband and made quick work of her zipper. Slowly, languorously he peeled them from her body, his lips following the trail down her legs where her jeans had just been. As her jeans landed on the floor and he pulled her panties away and added them to the pile, she swallowed thickly. He kissed his way back up the length of her legs before settling at the apex. His finger traced the outline of her sex while his tongue curled around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Every cell in her body had come to life