you want a drink or something?” Now that they were headed in the right direction, jumping her bones immediately, tempting as it was, seemed unwise.
She fixed him with her hot gaze and licked her lips. “I want hot, me-centered sex. I’ll imagine I’m Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile, with seven hot guys primed to pamper me and fulfill my every carnal desire.”
He blinked hard. So much for finesse . “Seven?” While he was no slouch in the sex department, this might be a bit of a challenge.
“My fantasy. Make it happen.” Her eyes smoldered with enough passion to satisfy seven guys. Certainly more than enough to make one lucky guy very happy.
Hands clutched over his heart, he made a solemn vow to comply or go down trying.
Was she crazy wanting to make love with him one more time before she walked away? How could she possibly enjoy their final forever time knowing it would be the last? He’s meant so much to me for so long. But hey, I’m about to turn thirty. Time to grow up.
Keith gathered her up in his arms and she once again thrilled to his strength. The power of his arms around her when he held her close had always made her feel so protected, so secure. Wrong. The last thing I should feel when I’m with him is secure. Too bad. That’s what I crave. I need a man who can offer me all those physical gifts and treat me right.
“You look so beautiful tonight,” he murmured when his mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied.
In moments, their clothes had melted away and they were skin to skin in his all-so-welcoming bed. Touching him, being touched by him thrilled her now as it had every time since their very first night together. Too bad amazing sex and heat-the-sheets passion didn’t have any deep, lasting significance. Be in the moment. Enjoy what’s happening now. It may be a long time—if ever—until you experience such intimacy again.
“Tell me what you want,” Keith exhorted in a hoarse voice that curled her toes and undermined her intelligence. He accompanied his command with strokes and nibbles. He licked and sucked first one nipple and then the other to full budding. Under the force of his attention, her body morphed into a site of pure pleasure.
“You know what I want,” she rasped in response. “You’d better.”
He broke off from nuzzling her breast in an abrupt movement that left her to shiver in the ensuing stream of cold air. He swallowed her up with his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
“Awfully cold here, bucko.”
For a moment, he looked torn. But Keith was ever a man of action, not to mention that he had an erection he could hammer stakes into the ground with. She wanted him to do other things with that erection, other things that would pleasure her and give her a moment of respite before she plunged into what might be a long dry spell.
“I can’t let my girl get cold,” he growled and then suited his actions to his words. With his mouth back on her breast and his so promising hard-on pressed against her thigh, Brenda willed herself to suspend judgment. She’d go with the flow—and to hell with the future.
“So warm now,” she whispered. With Keith, warm—hot—became the operative word. She slid her thigh against his hardness, which brought a groan to his lips. They were so responsive to each other, a shared intimacy that had only grown stronger. Despite all the nonsense she put up with from him. Despite all the nonsense she let him inflict on her…
My pain and my unhappiness are too close to the surface. If I don’t mask my feelings, he’ll sense them. Maybe being with him like this one more time was a bad idea, no matter how good it feels. Maybe I should just cut my losses and leave now. So he’ll get a case of blue balls. He’s so non-stick, nothing will bother him for long…
Though he had to be at least as turned-on as she, once again Keith drew back. “What’s wrong. There’s a barrier between us—”
Resolving not to let disappointment and sadness intrude
She fixed him with her hot gaze and licked her lips. “I want hot, me-centered sex. I’ll imagine I’m Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile, with seven hot guys primed to pamper me and fulfill my every carnal desire.”
He blinked hard. So much for finesse . “Seven?” While he was no slouch in the sex department, this might be a bit of a challenge.
“My fantasy. Make it happen.” Her eyes smoldered with enough passion to satisfy seven guys. Certainly more than enough to make one lucky guy very happy.
Hands clutched over his heart, he made a solemn vow to comply or go down trying.
Was she crazy wanting to make love with him one more time before she walked away? How could she possibly enjoy their final forever time knowing it would be the last? He’s meant so much to me for so long. But hey, I’m about to turn thirty. Time to grow up.
Keith gathered her up in his arms and she once again thrilled to his strength. The power of his arms around her when he held her close had always made her feel so protected, so secure. Wrong. The last thing I should feel when I’m with him is secure. Too bad. That’s what I crave. I need a man who can offer me all those physical gifts and treat me right.
“You look so beautiful tonight,” he murmured when his mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied.
In moments, their clothes had melted away and they were skin to skin in his all-so-welcoming bed. Touching him, being touched by him thrilled her now as it had every time since their very first night together. Too bad amazing sex and heat-the-sheets passion didn’t have any deep, lasting significance. Be in the moment. Enjoy what’s happening now. It may be a long time—if ever—until you experience such intimacy again.
“Tell me what you want,” Keith exhorted in a hoarse voice that curled her toes and undermined her intelligence. He accompanied his command with strokes and nibbles. He licked and sucked first one nipple and then the other to full budding. Under the force of his attention, her body morphed into a site of pure pleasure.
“You know what I want,” she rasped in response. “You’d better.”
He broke off from nuzzling her breast in an abrupt movement that left her to shiver in the ensuing stream of cold air. He swallowed her up with his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
“Awfully cold here, bucko.”
For a moment, he looked torn. But Keith was ever a man of action, not to mention that he had an erection he could hammer stakes into the ground with. She wanted him to do other things with that erection, other things that would pleasure her and give her a moment of respite before she plunged into what might be a long dry spell.
“I can’t let my girl get cold,” he growled and then suited his actions to his words. With his mouth back on her breast and his so promising hard-on pressed against her thigh, Brenda willed herself to suspend judgment. She’d go with the flow—and to hell with the future.
“So warm now,” she whispered. With Keith, warm—hot—became the operative word. She slid her thigh against his hardness, which brought a groan to his lips. They were so responsive to each other, a shared intimacy that had only grown stronger. Despite all the nonsense she put up with from him. Despite all the nonsense she let him inflict on her…
My pain and my unhappiness are too close to the surface. If I don’t mask my feelings, he’ll sense them. Maybe being with him like this one more time was a bad idea, no matter how good it feels. Maybe I should just cut my losses and leave now. So he’ll get a case of blue balls. He’s so non-stick, nothing will bother him for long…
Though he had to be at least as turned-on as she, once again Keith drew back. “What’s wrong. There’s a barrier between us—”
Resolving not to let disappointment and sadness intrude
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