The Art of Stealing Kisses - Stella London Page 0,38

with you since the first time you spilled coffee on me.”

I feel like I’m in a dream. I hear his words, but they don’t sink in. I’m still in shock from the necklace, from his confession, from the way my body is leaning into him, eager for another tantalizing touch.

“Tell me you feel the same way,” St. Clair says, his voice turning urgent. His hand glides over my bare skin, caressing me, seducing me. Warmth radiates through my chest. “If you could ever think about loving a man like me.”

I realize what he’s saying now, and it blows me away. He thinks he’s the unworthy one? I cup his jaw with my hand. “Stop, Charles.” Calling him by his first name like this, our connection feels more intimate than ever. “You don’t have to do this. I love you, too.”

A slow smile spreads across his face. Wonder, and then fierce passion. He claims my mouth with a fierce kiss, all heat and strong possession.

This time there is no hesitation, and my whole body urges me forward, demanding I touch his skin to mine. I kiss his neck, unbuttoning his dress shirt slowly, moving my lips to each patch of revealed skin, kissing his chest and sliding my hands down his abs. I pull his shirt out and reach for his belt…

“Not yet,” he says and in one smooth move, he lifts me, hikes up my gown and wraps my legs around his waist.

“Oh,” I say, my groin flush with his, his growing erection making me shiver with anticipation as he carries me up the stairs to his bedroom.

He sets me on the edge of his bed and slips a finger under one strap of my dress, pushing it off my shoulder. He kisses along my collarbone as he reaches around to unzip the back. His hands find my bare breasts, and I moan at his gentle caresses, growing stronger, teasing at my pebbled nipples.

He pulls away and strips off his pants, standing gloriously naked in front of me.

He takes my breath away. Chiseled from pure muscle, a body that would put Michelangelo’s masterpieces to shame. I drink in the smooth planes of his chest, the ridges of his abs, the trail of hair dragging my eyes down to the rigid line of his perfect cock.

And now he’s mine.

I pull him down to meet me, kissing hungrily as our bodies tangle in an erotic dance, our hips pressing hard against each other. The feel of his hot skin on mine is incredible, and as I press my lips against the pulse in his neck, his expert hands send me writhing and moaning beneath him, panting into his ear. He groans at my pleasure, and his fingers slip between my legs to stroke me, sliding inside me, thrusting so deep into my aching pussy it makes me cry out with the sensation.

I’m so wet, and so ready. God, I need him.

I reach for Charles, closing my hand around his hard length. He groans again, lower and deeper this time, and I thrill at the sound of his undoing. I tease him, toying until I can feel his cock throbbing hot in my grip, until his breath is ragged and he pulls my hand away, pressing my wrists back into the soft pillow above my head.

Holding me steady beneath him, never breaking eye contact, he thrusts inside. Slow, torturously sweet, inch by thick inch until he’s fully inside and we’re locked together.

“Grace,” he moans.

I moan in return as he plunges steadily back and forth, a fresh wave of heat pulsing between my legs with his every expert move.

God, yes.

I clench around him, arching my back to take him in even deeper, and even as I moan at the ache he still feels so good pounding into me that I think I’ll lose my mind. We find our rhythm, the ecstasy building stronger, and I lose myself in him, giving myself up completely.

All my doubts are wiped away. Nothing else matters but the two of us, right here.

And then his strokes turn faster. Harder. Deeper.

“So good,” I moan. He dips his face to nip at my breast with his teeth, sending a shock straight through my entire body.

“Grace,” he groans, rubbing his thumb against my slick clit as he thrusts. It’s too much.

“Charles,” I cry out, throwing my head back as my climax overtakes me, ripping through me with a fierce intensity. He echoes my moan, and I feel his body explode before he