Change of Heart - By S.E. Edwards Page 0,9
unparalleled. “What do you prefer?”
“I,” he says as he leans over me once more, “want to make love to you by moonlight.”
My heart falters for a beat, and I don’t have time to formulate an answer as his mouth envelops mine. I feel him reaching for something at the side of the bed. Then the light above us starts to dim. I open my eyes in time to see a small white remote in his hand.
“A remote-controlled light?” I muse. “Nice.”
“It makes things more convenient this way.” The light turns off completely, shrouding us in darkness. It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. With the open window, the silver rays of the moon illumine the room just enough to see.
Rich’s body seems to glow with an ethereal aura. The shadows from outside play over his skin in a way that makes him look all the more stunning. I can see the glimmer in his eyes as they move along my body, soaking me up, drinking me in. That gaze alone is enough to give me shivers.
I reach up to place my hands on his torso, sucking in a breath as I feel his muscles tighten under my touch. I lose myself in the feminine pleasure of gliding my hands over his body. It’s so damn masculine, so decadently sexy, that I don’t even notice as Rich moves his hands to my chest. He tugs one side of my bra down. Cool air rushes over my nipple, and I give a little gasp. His mouth covers the sensitive spot immediately, his tongue sending little jolts of pleasure through my body. He pulls the other cup off, and I moan as he kisses my skin.
Rich lifts his head up for a moment. “Those sounds you make…” his voice is hoarse and raspy, “…they’re driving me absolutely insane.”
His mouth latches onto mine, and his tongue darts in with unrestrained abandon. I can feel my breasts swelling in his hands, my nipples constricting into tight little buds as his fingers send rippling pulses of pleasure through my body. All my neurons are firing full blast. I’m wet and crazy with desire. I can feel Rich’s hard erection against my leg. My hands move down to reach him.
As soon as I touch his manhood, his hands dart to my pants. I wiggle my hips to help him pull me free. I start to stroke him through the fabric of his jeans. He groans and kisses me harder. Then he bucks his hips into my hand. I try to tug his jeans off, but there’s an impediment. His belt.
“Hold on,” he mumbles, sitting up on top of me. I lift my head and open my eyes to find him working on his own jeans. I push away his hands and undo the button myself.
To my complete surprise and immense pleasure, he’s commando. His cock bursts free of his pants, slapping hard against the rigid muscles of his lower abs. I suck in an awed breath as I look at it, thick and coursing with blood. He’s so big.
Richard shifts to free one leg from his jeans, then the other, and settles back down on top of my thighs. My hands are greedy as they move along the inside of his quads, brushing over lightly-trimmed hair before coming to rest on his shaft. He makes a heavy, primal sound as my fingers curl around him. My core tightens with the most excruciating need.
“Penny,” he rasps, his voice strained with pressure, “you’re not on birth control, are you?”
Shit. I am. But I don’t know Rich well enough for unprotected sex. So, I bite my lip and shake my head.
“That’s a shame,” he rumbles. “I hate wearing rubbers.”
In a smooth motion he reaches over my head, behind the mattress, and brings out a box of condoms. I’m a little annoyed at how practiced the movement seems. Then again, it’s not like I have dibs on Rich. I just hope that there hasn’t been anyone else in his bed too recently.
Those thoughts are quickly forgotten as he rips the wrapper open and presses the condom into my hands. “Will you?”
I smile greedily and roll the condom over his straining length. He watches me as I do it, smiling in that secretive way again. It makes me a little discomforted, the type of intimacy I see in his eyes. This night is supposed to be about sex, and nothing more.
“What?” I ask, conscious of his heated gaze on