Page 39 of Visions of You

When I reached her shoulder again, I slipped my hand under her shirt and bra strap. Slowly lowering it again, I could feel her chest moving against my hand as her breathing deepened. I stroked up and down under her bra strap, drawing ever closer, yet not slipping under the cup of her bra.

Finally, she arched her back, lifting her breast into my fingers. With a smile, I closed my hand around it, stroking the very taut peak with my thumb. I glanced down at her. April’s eyes were closed, her lips half parted.

I bent my head and kissed her ear. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you.”

A smile stretched her lips. “I’m starting to think you planned all this.”

She jumped as I flicked my tongue in her ear. “This movie was your idea, not mine. You’d better pay attention to it.”

April opened her eyes and watched the screen as I continued stroking my fingers across her breast. The pressure in my groin was becoming painful and I had to shift slightly. As I did, I removed my hand from her bra and slid it beneath the hem of her shirt. I fanned my fingers over her flat abdomen, then drew all four slowly from one side to the other.

I pressed my cheek against hers. “Hold still, now.”

Both of us were looking at the screen, though at this point, she wasn’t paying any more attention than I was. The movement of my hand was invisible under the blanket as I slid it under the waist of her skirt.

April closed her eyes, and I stopped my hand. She’d liked it the other night when I’d been commanding. “Keep your eyes open.”

I whispered the words against her ear, and she snapped her eyes open. Her chest moved up and down with the force of her breathing.

Moving my hand downward again, I brushed my fingers over soft lace. “What color are your panties?”

“Black.”

That image made me grunt in the back of my throat. I eased my hand under the lace and slowly stroked her, pleased at how ready she was. April gasped and pressed her back hard against me.

She closed her eyes again, but this time I let her be, stroking and circling with my fingers. I started slowly, concentrating on what I was doing in order to ignore the throbbing in my pants. My motion gradually increased, faster and faster. She turned her head, pressing her face into my neck as she breathed in quiet, gasping gulps.

Then her entire body went rigid, and she pushed her hips hard against my hand. She inhaled deeply through her nose and held the breath for what seemed like minutes. I closed my eyes and trapped her face between my head and shoulder, gripping her with my hand.

Finally, she relaxed, her body melting like butter against me. I withdrew my hand and rested it over her clothes and on top of her stomach. I turned my eyes back to the screen, with no idea whatsoever of what was going on in the movie.

Then April shifted sideways, resettling against me as she opened my shorts. She thrust her hand inside, and now it was my turn to hold a deep breath as she began moving her hand up and down.

I held completely still and closed my eyes, the incredible pleasure washing through me in pulses. I tried to keep it together, but she was making me crazy. She had been for weeks. I grabbed her wrist, stopping her motion. “Stop. Not yet.” I turned my head and kissed her hair, leaving my lips against the soft strands. “Not until I’m deep inside you.”

She laughed softly in the darkness. “That hardly seems fair.”

I lifted my head, staring at her liquid eyes. “It will be. We haven’t even gotten started yet.”

April sat up, and the blanket fell after I hastily zipped my shorts. She leaned close. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s get out of here.”

Chapter Sixteen

April

As we drove back,Gabe turned off Calypso Causeway and headed toward the Big House. But instead of stopping in front of the mammoth garage, he took a side road that led south. My body was a live wire, still thrumming with what had happened at the movie. When he stopped in front of his cottage, a thrill ran through me. What would happen next?

I was preparing to open my door when he placed a restraining hand on my arm. “I’ll be right back.”

Before I could question him, Gabe was out of the car and heading toward his front door with large, purposeful strides. He didn’t fully enter his cottage, only grabbed something just inside the door. Then he was striding back with something cradled in his right arm.

As he sat in the driver’s seat, he placed a glass bottle and two crystal tumblers in my lap. Macallan 30 was printed on the bottle.

I turned a smile to him, even as my insides liquefied. “I wasn’t sure you were serious about this part.”

After turning on the engine, Gabe stilled. Only his head movedas turned to stare at me. “I’ve never been more serious in my life.” His gaze narrowed. “Are you okay with this? We are moving a little fast here…”

My smile faded, pulsing desire taking over as that sense of being safe overtook me again. Of being confident with this man. “I’m sure. We’re not teenagers, and it’s not like we just met.”

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