where his jacket and tie had gone, but she enjoyed seeing the tanned skin of his chest emerge as the buttons released. He wasn’t slow about it. He tossed the dress shirt onto the floor, then stood in front of her, waiting.
She knew what he wanted and, with trembling hands, lowered her arms to her sides, allowing her bra to fall to the floor on top of her dress.
His eyes didn’t leave her own. Instead, he stepped forward, gently cupping her face as he kissed her, causing her insides to melt. He didn’t touch her anywhere but her head and her lips and she felt…wonderful! Glorious!
Then his mouth was gone and she yelped as he scooped her up and deposited her on the bed she hadn’t realized was behind her. Laying her down in the middle, she watched him, watching her. This time, when he looked over her body, she wanted to cover herself. But needing to be brave, she forced her hands to remain at her sides, letting him look.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, releasing his belt buckle and, in no time at all, his pants and boxers were gone, leaving him bare, his glorious body free for her to look at.
And he was magnificent!
All those muscles her fingers had discovered over the past two days were on full display. She remembered what his hands had done earlier and shivered, eager to experience that glorious release once more.
“I’m letting you take a look,” he whispered, as he moved onto the bed, his knees pressing her legs wide before he lowered himself into the cradle of her hips. “And I was enjoying looking at you too.”
“Oh,” she whispered, overwhelmed by the delicious feeling of his body against hers, naked chest to her breasts, and that hard part of him pressing so intimately against her. It felt amazingly good and her brain completely short-circuited.
“I’m going to make love to you, Savannah,” he whispered against her throat.
She barely registered his words. Her hands sliding up over his shoulders, along his chest, moving lower as she explored every inch of him. He was truly glorious! She heard him groan as her hands moved over his chest, which encouraged her to explore, needing to know everything about him. Savannah shivered when she felt his muscles tremble as she touched his sides, and the guttural sound when her fingers slid over those fascinating male nipples entranced her. So she lifted up, kissing one, then the other, smiling when he growled.
“My turn!” He grabbed her hands and held them over her head, then lowered his mouth to capture one nipple, then the other into his mouth, repeating what she’d done to him.
She couldn’t stop the gasp of pleasure and surprise, arching her back, silently offering her breasts. She tugged at her hands, but his grip was firm, holding her hands out of the way.
“I want to touch you,” she whispered.
“You had your turn,” he replied, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking, intensifying the pleasure from moments before.
She shrieked, arching her back further, then trying to wiggle away since the pleasure was so intense. He wouldn’t let her escape, but he moved his mouth lower, kissing her stomach, her hips…and then lower.
“No!” she gasped, trying to pull away when she realized his goal.
“Relax, Savannah,” he soothed, releasing her wrists to hold onto her hips. “You’re going to love this.”
She shook her head, still trying to wiggle away, but he only laughed softly. A moment later, he kissed her inner thigh, the top of her mound, teasing her. She held very still, feeling his hands moving and his hot breath teasing along her skin.
“I’m going to get you some proper lingerie,” he vowed.
Gaelen’s words were meant to distract and they worked like a miracle. She lifted her head to watch the white cotton fall onto the floor. Meanwhile, he lowered his head, getting his first taste of her sweet nectar. She gasped and tried again to pull away, but he was intoxicated and wasn’t going to be denied, especially when he knew she would like this.
“Relax. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
She shook her head. “I’m not worried about you hurting me,” she told him. “I’m worried about…” she bit her lip, still trying to wiggle away. “I’m worried about embarrassing myself.”
Once again, he was floored by her honesty and leaned forward, kissing her stomach softly. “I think it would be hot as hell if you let yourself go and trusted me.”
She bit her lip, shivering