Page 119 of If the Slipper Fits
Far too soon, she withdrew her hand and brought it to her mouth to remove her glove with her white teeth.
Then she lowered it to cup him and all rational thought fled.
He reached for her, dragging her into his chest. His lips found hers, hungry, desperate, as if he could swallow her whole. Everything in him went hot like a volcano ready to erupt. At this rate, he’d lose control and unman himself.
“You make me crazy, Anna, make me burn. You make me want things I shouldn’t.” His words came out choked, as if ripped from his lungs.
Her hands found their way to his shoulders, and crept up his neck to twine into his hair. She’d rid herself of her second glove and her cool fingers against his fevered skin made him gasp.
She leaned back to gaze into his eyes. “Whatdoyou want, Caden?”
I want you. Your body, your heart, your promise to be mine.But he couldn’t speak the words. He closed his eyes and trembled with the force of his desire for her.
As if gentling him, her lips found his cheek, his jaw, his neck. Her tenderness threatened to derail him from the inside out.
“I need to taste you.” He lowered his head, nuzzling her collar bone while his clumsy hands fumbled with her bodice.
After a moment, he had her ribbons untied. He tugged at the gown, lowering it to expose an expanse of creamy curves and the tantalizing edges of small, rosy, puckering nipples.
When his lips sealed over one of the cresting buds, her head lolled back, and a tiny sound of need escaped her.
He wanted to roar his triumph. His lips suckled, his tongue laved, and his groin tightened like an over-wound spring.
As if it had a will of its own, one of his hands wrestled with her skirts, fisting them upward to dive underneath.
He slid his palm between her legs, over her inner thigh. “Unconscionably soft,” he murmured, dizzy with the dewey feel of her satin skin. He cruised higher, reaching her cruchless undergarments and pressing the sheer fabric aside.
He groaned. Warm, wet, plump flesh.
He took his time exploring her exquisite petals. Beneath his touch her sweet flesh quivered. Little by little, her legs parted for him, inviting his intimate touch.
“Caden.”
“Darling.” He pulled her, pliant, onto his lap, her back to his chest, her legs straddling his.
Her head fell back on his shoulder and shivers of pleasure vibrated through her as his fingers danced over her. She was so wet. So hot. So open. Completely his.
She came apart under his touch, sobbing his name.
Her release and the delicious friction of her hips, pressing and sliding over his erection flared his own passions to the point of agony.
Grasping her waist, he lifted her and turned her to face him, settling her with her skirts bunched around her hips and her legs astride his.
She looked like a goddess, eyes dazed, cheeks flushed, lips parted, her chemise hanging low, exposing the creamy swell of her breasts.
With one arm around her waist, he held her close. He feasted on her lips and used his free hand to rip open the fly of his trousers. Unerringly, his raging cock found her opening, and in one thrust, he filled her hot, silken channel.
She closed around him like a glove. Sweet heaven on earth.
She cupped his cheeks with damp palms and kissed him, her lips clinging to his as he plunged into her, again and again.
He heard a moan, or a growl, or a groan and realized the sound came from him.
“Caden, darling,yes,” she murmured against his lips.
It undid him. He erupted, his hot seed spilling into her. He couldn’t stop himself if he wanted to. Like jumping off a cliff into endless heaven.
When he was truly spent, he flopped onto his back dragging Anna with him. His legs hung over one side, Anna still straddling his hips, their bodies joined in the most intimate way possible. Their hearts pounded into each others so he couldn’t tell whose was whose. It felt right.Shefelt right.
