Page 68 of Family Bonds: Alana & Brennan
His hands were moving up and down her sides, just a delicate glide, almost a whisper of touch.
“We can have wine now... or after,” she said. She’d come this far, might as well swing for the fence.
“After,” he said, his hand moving to her palm, their fingers intertwined together. “Just lead me to where you want to go.”
It’d never been in her to be too adventurous, so she did what was natural and walked to the stairs and then her room.
Once they were there, he pulled her back to his chest again, his hands moving not just down her sides, but around to her belly, then up her ribs covering her breasts through the material of her dress.
Her nipples were pushing against the cotton of her bra, trying to escape and find their freedom.
She wanted to turn to face him again, but what he was making her feel was more than arousal. It was more than need or desire. She felt cherished.
One hand traveled back down to her hip and gathered the material in his fist, raising it, the cool air hitting her bare skin.
No stockings on tonight. There was no need with her knee-high boots and she didn’t want another layer that needed to be removed, or one to confine her.
Her body felt constricted enough with the clothing she was wearing.
“Are you going to let me touch you?” she asked.
“In time,” he said. “I’ve spent weeks thinking of this. Of exactly how I was going to take you.”
“Take me?” she asked, her voice barely audible. At least to her ears.
No onetookher. Made her feel as if she was even worthy of it.
“Yes.” His tongue licked the side of her neck up to her ear. “It’s just if it’s going to be soft and gentle or hard and fast. I haven’t decided yet.”
She gulped. Who was this man?
She would have never pictured the words coming out of his mouth. But he might say the same about the way she’d been acting too.
Was it something they brought out of each other? She’d like to think that.
“How long before you decide?” she asked. “And do I get a say in this?”
“Do you want a say?” His hand was on her smooth flesh, her outer thigh, moving around inside and almost hovering over her heat.
Somehow she was still standing in her heeled boots, but her legs were wobbly.
“Not this time,” she said. It was better to be surprised. She liked the way the night was going and wanted him to continue with it.
He laughed at her reply. A low deep sound that vibrated against her back and then was gone. His hands disappeared from her body at the same time.
Her deep frustration quickly vanished as he lowered the zipper on the back of her dress, his hands landing on her shoulders to push the dress off.
It pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in her boots and undergarments.
Her body was cold, but the chills on her back came more from the heat of his gaze. She knew damn well he was looking at her ass in her thong.
Not something she always wore but would to avoid lines in her clothing.
“Aren’t you just full of surprises tonight?”
He turned her quickly, held her steady, his mouth crushing hers.
Oh yeah. This was going to be hard and fast. It would have been her preference, but she was glad he read her mind.
