Page 28 of Veiled Fantasies

She let her lips creep forward, gingerly feeling their way from ear to jaw as he turned to meet her. She tingled from the slight scratch of his stubble and his fresh, inviting scent. She wanted to rub herself in it, body and soul and assure herself she was really awake. Her soft kiss turned into a long one that lingered, then another one that landed on the corner of his mouth.

Alarms sounded from the left half of her brain.Later on, I’m going to say I told you so.

But later was the last thing the rest of her cared about. The rest only cared about now. Especially when Erik shifted his arm back, turning into the kiss and letting their bodies mesh. Close. Warm. Sweet.

She marveled at the silkiness of his lips. Yielding and yearning at the same time. He tasted so good, she could have purred out loud if she wasn’t afraid to break the spell. Eyes closed, she concentrated on the taste, the touch. And when he leaned back, she followed the pull of his hands on her back. All the way down to the bed, until his head came to rest on the mattress. She balanced lightly on top, unwilling to part. The tingling in her lips spread through the length of her body, touching off nerve after nerve.

She stroked her tongue slowly over his lips until they parted in open invitation. She licked him inside, probing hesitantly, then more boldly. Other than his arms, wrapping around her waist, he lay perfectly still—everything but the lips, still tasting hers, waking every dormant fiber of her core.

Very soon, she knew, there’d be no going back. For either of them. But she needed to be sure he wanted her the way she wanted him. There’d be no satisfaction knowing he’d just been sucked in to something that started with different intentions. She forced herself to pull back and hover over him, taking in his face. His eyes were closed, waiting for more. Blanketing him was a quiet like nothing she’d sensed in all the insanity of the past days.

You get three seconds to think it over, Erik. Now or never.

One.

His face was inches from hers. Waiting.

Two.

His lips parted, wondering where she’d gone.

Three.

Erik opened his eyes and they narrowed, studying hers. Wondering what was wrong. He reached out with one finger and traced her lower lip. One word and the spell would be broken.

The finger moved from her mouth to his.Here, it murmured.Here.

There.

She found his dewy lips and let her body follow, liquid with relief. A moment later, she settled completely onto him, legs easing into a straddle. Her confidence swelled as his hands pulled her hips closer. Yes, he wanted it, too. She pressed her chest into his, wanting more.

His hands were sliding in response, launching a spark that leaped from her hips to her waist and along her ribs. The sliding hand became a single finger that barely brushed her breast, then vanished into the air.

Don’t go!

The touch reappeared at her hips and retraced its path, bolder now. He drew a magic line along her body, all the way through until his hands were cupping her shivering breasts.

Her inner voice urged her to let go of her last inhibitions, only to hear a dubious snort. Exploring new places was one thing. But being adventurous with men? She wanted steady, safe, reliable. So what was she doing in bed with this guy?

Letting go.

Letting go of the role she’s forced on herself over the years. The good girl. The careful girl. The one who rarely got the guy.

Well, she had a guy now. A good one. One who was soft and gentle. Wounded by circumstance. She wanted him so badly. To comfort and feel comforted by. The feeling swept over her like a wave. She followed its bidding to swallow his lips and release her breasts into his hands. He caressed the soft tissue, sliding his thumbs over her nipples through the fabric of her shirt.

She broke off her kiss to rear back. In an instant, she had her shirt off and was pressing back down, settling right back into his mouth and hands. She worked her tongue into his mouth, savoring his flavor. Would he think her too bold?

Erik answered by ducking a finger under the strap of her bra and pulling it aside. His fingers worked the cup out of the way and touched bare skin at last.

“Ah…” she breathed, barely holding back a groan.

God, his touch was so soft. Her nipples were as tight as strawberries ripening in a field. The impulse leaped to her hips, and she pressed into his hardening body as a sigh escaped her mouth.More.

He unclasped her bra and let it fall off the bed, off their island. Just the two of them, alone.

When Erik surged under her, it sparked a new urge. She shifted higher so that her bare breast hovered over his face. Their eyes locked for an instant before she sank down, offering him the aching bud, amazed at her own boldness. His arms slid over her back and guided the nipple to his mouth. Bolts of delight raced down her spine as his lips worked her softly, bringing the nipple to a tight peak.

“Erik....” She swallowed his name and let her eyes open just a crack to register the look on his face. A need. For her? For something more than her, maybe. Whatever it was, she knew she could provide it, if only for one night.

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