A Profiler's Case for Seduction - By Carla Cassidy Page 0,50

more than mutual,” she replied. She reached out and unfastened the top button of his white shirt. When she unfastened the second one she moved the material aside and pressed her lips against his muscled, hot skin. He stood so still it was as if he had stopped breathing. She continued one button at a time, one kiss for each button, until the shirt was completely unfastened and he shrugged it to the floor. She grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it off over her head then sought the warmth of his arms once again.

With only the thin material of her white lacy bra between them, she loved the feel of him, the muscled planes and warm skin. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers worked the fastener of her bra. The garment came loose and she shrugged it from her shoulders. His hands moved around to cup her full breasts.

She closed her eyes as his fingers rubbed across her taut nipples, creating a coiling heat that pooled in the very core of her.

He dropped his hands from her and unfastened his slacks at the same time he kicked off his shoes. “If I don’t get you into that bed right now, I’m going to be insane,” he whispered.

She stepped back from him and tore at her jeans, wanting nothing more than to be naked with him and beneath her sheets. Within mere seconds they were there, bare limbs tangled together as their mouths once again melded together.

With each stroke, with every touch of his hands and mouth on her, she knew the rightness of her decision to be here with him now. She knew there was no chance of a future with him. She’d never have a future with any man, for she’d never share enough of her heart, her soul, her past with anyone. But for now, it was perfect, Mark was perfect and she reveled in him.

Their caresses grew more heated and more intimate as he slid his hand down her stomach to tease her inner thighs with feather-soft strokes.

In turn she reached down and encircled his hardness, loving the feel of him pulsating in her hand. He hissed with pleasure and his fingers slipped into place at her center. Rubbing in small circles, he brought her to climax with a quickness that left her gasping.

Then he was inside her, stroking slow and deep, his eyes glittering as he gazed down at her. Tenderness was in those beautiful eyes of his. His gaze held tenderness and caring and the need to please, all emotions that fed a hunger that burned inside Dora’s soul, emotions that filled spaces inside her that had been empty since her youth.

She clutched at his shoulders as he continued to possess her, his stokes beginning to accelerate, his breathing harsh and ragged. She raised her knees, allowing him deeper penetration. A rising storm built up inside her and she bucked her hips to meet his.

The storm centered and swept over her, shuddering her from head to toe and leaving her gasping in its wake. At the same time Mark stiffened and groaned, reaching his climax.

He collapsed at her side and the room held only the sounds of their quickened breaths slowing to normal. She’d just assumed that now that they were finished Mark would slide out of the bed, get dressed and leave her, like all the men in her life had done before him.

She released a small sigh of surprise as, instead, he rolled over on his side and leaned in to give her a long, tender kiss. “That was unbelievably amazing.”

What was amazing was that they were finished and his eyes still held a sheen of desire coupled with such tenderness it threatened to force tears of joy.

“It was wonderful,” she agreed. “And thank goodness you didn’t drift off in the middle of it.”

He laughed and ran a finger down her cheek, grazing her skin softly. “There was no way I was going to miss one moment of loving you. I was happily present for every single second.”

“You know I would have slapped you otherwise,” she said teasingly.

“And it would have been a deserved slap.” He moved his fingers to thread through her hair. “So soft, so silky,” he murmured.

As he pulled her back into his arms, she snuggled against his warmth, wishing she’d met him years ago, wishing he’d been her first, before the other men who had made it impossible for her to ever think