Web of Deception - By Nina Blake Page 0,31

leaning back on her palms.

Slowly, she crossed her legs, the split in her dress parting as she did so. Lifting one leg, she flicked the silver mules off her feet. First one. Then the other.

Kate was smiling, breathing through parted lips. She had him in the palm of her hand. At that moment, he couldn’t have moved even if he’d wanted to.

Sitting up, she reached behind her head and pulled the tie from her ponytail so her pale hair cascaded down against her shoulders. She shook her head and swept the tresses back.

“What are you doing all the way over there?” she asked through lowered lashes.

The keys fell out of Daniel’s hands, the jangle as they hit the ground startling him. He ripped off his jacket and shirt and threw them on the floor. He took a step forward, then shucked off his shoes and socks.

Dropping to his knees in front of her, he parted Kate’s legs and slid his hands along the length of her silky thighs, his thumbs slipping low between her legs. A small cry escaped her lips.

His hands slipped over the soft flesh of her hips, her waist and higher until he cupped both breasts in his hands. No bra. He’d suspected as much. And no resistance.

As he massaged the firm flesh, she tilted her head back and pressed her chest towards him, letting out a low moan. If she thought this was good, he’d barely got started.

And he wasn’t going to waste any time.

Wrapping one arm around her, he covered her mouth with his, holding back nothing. Her lips already parted, he swept his tongue inside easily and rolled it against the softness of hers.

He slid the strap of her dress down her shoulder and slipped his hand under the fine fabric to caress the bare flesh of her breast. She fit into the palm of his hand perfectly and felt so good. Warm and soft and rounded. Just like a woman should.

He tweaked her nipple and felt her shudder beneath his touch, felt her pull away slightly as though she needed air. He wasn’t going to give her any.

She leaned back but he pressed himself closer to her, crushed his mouth against hers, refused to let her go. Then he reclined her down onto the bed.

He ravished her neck, peppering little kisses on the pale skin. His mouth travelled lower, along her collarbones, until he felt the swell of her breast beneath his lips.

Hooking his fingers over the fine fabric of her dress, he pulled it lower to fully reveal the curve of her breast, pressed down by its own weight. Such beautiful breasts. So lush. So shapely.

And all his to do with as he wished.

He flicked his tongue across her nipple. She gasped. He took the succulent bud into his mouth and sucked gently on it, felt her heart beating faster, felt her writhing beneath his touch.

He wanted to pleasure her. In every way he knew.

His mouth still on her nipple, he pulled the skirt of her dress up higher. Over her thighs. Over her hips. One hand slipped lower so his fingers skimmed her bare stomach. She quivered beneath his touch.

He traced a line along the top of her panties, his touch feather-light as he brushed his fingertips over the silky fabric. Was it sheer? Had she been thinking of him when she got dressed that evening?

He kept caressing and stroking, taking pleasure at her quickening breath. Then he slid his hand under the fabric of her underwear and teased her with his gentle touch. She was ready.

Daniel kneeled on the floor between her parted legs. Her panties slid off with ease as Kate lifted her bottom to oblige.

He slid his tongue along her most intimate parts. Her breath quickened. He kept going. She gasped, then cried out. A long painful groan. She arched her back, then fell back onto the bed, her body twitching momentarily.

Eventually, she said, “That was so quick, so intense…so good.”

“That was the idea,” Daniel replied.

Kate sat up, her hair disheveled. Although her underwear had disappeared, she was still wearing that damn dress. She slipped her hands behind her. Daniel heard the rasp of the zipper as it slid down so the bodice hung loose against her chest. She slipped out of the dress and slid herself higher up the bed, curling one finger to indicate for him to join her.

He didn’t need to be asked twice.

Daniel ripped off his trousers and boxers, his eyes glued to Kate’s