Web of Deception - By Nina Blake Page 0,22

repeated the motion.

She slid her hands down along her arms and leaned forward so her breasts were spilling out of her bra. He saw a hint of pink areola. He was sure of it.

Before he could drink her all in, she spun around, unclasped her bra at the back and slid it off completely. Glancing back at him seductively, she twirled the pink fabric into the air and tossed it aside.

Now the only thing in his way was that skimpy G-string which showed off the curve and shape of her bottom. As she turned slowly towards him, he didn’t know where to look first. He wanted to drink all of her in.

Dear God, what a body. His eyes followed a line starting from the tips of her shoulders, going over the luscious roundness of her breasts, the skin so pale, her nipples so rosy as they reached towards him.

His gaze fell along the lush curves of her figure, along her slender legs and back up to the sheer fabric that hid her sex. Only just.

She looked too good for words and he wanted her.

All of her.

Pushing her hips out, she hooked a thumb under the band of her G-string and pulled at the elastic. How he hoped it would snap. She inched closer to him and reached for his hands, placing them on her hips.

“The last part is for you to remove,” she said. “If you want to.”

As if there could be any question about that. He slid off the scrap of fabric. She slipped out of her heels at the same time.

Unable to control himself any longer, he lunged at her breasts with both hands, then wrapped his mouth around those tight nipples. Kate gasped with pleasure.

Still, he couldn’t get enough of her, his hands sliding along her body to the brown curls that covered her mound. She was magnificent and he wanted all of her.

He stood up and ripped off the rest of his clothes. Seeing Kate’s hands drop to the tops of her stockings, he covered her hands with his.

“No,” he told her. “The stockings stay on.”

She was too damn sexy for her own good.

Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her up and lowered her on to the bed. She was so light, so pliant and she would mould herself against him.

His mouth dropped over one succulent nipple, her gasp audible as he suckled on the rosy peak. His hands slid over her curves, then lower, her legs parting at his touch. She writhed against his fingers and he enjoyed every gasp, every moan, every little sound that came from her lips.

Her breaths grew more rapid. She must be ready to come at any time.

Suddenly, her hands were upon him, her fingers running along his hardness, caressing him gently. As she wrapped her little hands around him and stroked his erection, he groaned. It was almost too much for him as she slid her hands up and down his length.

But it wasn’t her hands he wanted around him.

Repositioning himself over her, he slid his knees between hers. Now the hands that had been caressing him guided him into her hot interior. He plunged inside her and gasped. Then gasped again.

Dear God, it felt so good. There was nothing else in the world. Just the hot ache in his pelvis and the woman who was with him.

“Yes…yes…” Kate moaned.

He wanted to slow down but couldn’t. He tried to hold back, tried to give her time, but his body was burning and there was only so much he could do.

Her breath quickened and a little moan got stuck in her throat. She gasped. Then called out his name, her body curling around his, the ultimate sexual pleasure surging through her body.

A moment later, the waves of his own orgasm thundered through him, intense sexual relief radiating out from his groin through his whole body.

Yet he didn’t want to pull out of her.

He felt close to her.

And he wanted to stay that way.

* * *

The following morning, Daniel looked across at the blond hair spread across the pillow beside him, the brown lashes of her eyes pressed closed, the lush lips parted slightly. Still breathing rhythmically, Kate wasn’t awake yet.

But Daniel was more awake than he’d been in a long time.

He felt a longing deep inside. Not a sexual ache like he’d felt the night before. No, this was different.

Kate looked so small, so soft, as if something or someone could crush her with ease. He knew she wasn’t