Page 63 of Secret Love

Our kiss starts out slow and soft, but quickly escalates to a tornado. I feel his adoration, his desire, his hunger. His hands cup my face and my hands explore his back, but then they’re everywhere. I want to rip his shirt off and crawl into his skin. When I stand on my tiptoes, he groans as our kisses become fevered, the desire for more an aching need. He lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, and we kiss right there for the longest time.

He breaks our kiss, staring at me. “I didn’t invite you to dinner to ravage you.”

“No?” I poke my bottom lip out and he grins as he leans in to suck it.

“Regardless of how it may seem, no.”

“Well, boo.”

“I think it’s obvious how much I want you…but I know you’ve had reservations and I don’t want to do anything that scares you off.”

“I’ve forgotten every reservation, and consider me completely on

board with ravaging.” I lean my forehead against his.

“Yeah?” His voice is hoarse and I shiver.

“Yes, please.”

“In that case...” He carries me up the stairs, kissing me the whole way.

When we reach his room, he sets me on my feet and puts his hand on my cheek. “I’ve been thinking about you in my room ever since I kissed you in here…well, that’s not true. It was before that.” His lips pucker as he tries to hold back his grin. “Okay, since the day we met, I’ve thought about this.”

“I have too.”

I turn so my back’s to him and look at him over my shoulder, moving my hair aside for him to unzip my dress. He takes a step closer and slowly lowers the zipper, his fingers like feathers down my skin. When the dress slides down my back, he kisses my shoulder and I slowly turn to face him.

He swallows hard when he sees my red strapless bra and matching panties.

“You’re so beautiful, Tru.” His raspy voice sends a shiver down me, and he notices, sliding his hands down my arms. “I’ll warm you up.”

I unbutton his shirt and it’s a revelation. Did I ever doubt it would be?

“Henley,” I whisper reverently, my hands roaming over his chest and down his stomach. His abs are taut, his chest expansive.

I’ve never felt so small yet powerful, as I do standing in front of this man.

I reach out and undo his pants, loving the quick intake of breath I hear when my fingers brush over his erection. I lower his pants and he steps out of them, standing in front of melooking like a chiseled god out of a mythology. The view of him in his boxer briefs has me gulping down a rush of lust and awe.

I unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor. He curses under his breath and his fingers lightly skim over my nipple. My heart thunders in my chest and my knees hit the back of the bed. He lifts me up until I’m lying in the center.

“Perfection,” he whispers, looking down at me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

RIDE ME

HENLEY

I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight. My fingers trail over every inch of her body, and I enjoy the way she starts to squirm when she gets hungrier for more than just these slight touches. Her breasts are mouth-watering perfection, her dark, rosy nipples tightly budded and irresistible. I lean in to kiss them, one by one. She gasps when I tongue the tips and then suck them in, taking my time to give them the attention they deserve.

She arches against me, and my fingers glide down her toned stomach. When I reach the red lace, I slide it down her legs and groan when I take her in. My dick jolts and I palm myself so I’m not hanging out the top of my briefs’ waistband. She bites her bottom lip…which undoes all my efforts.

“You don’t need to hide,” she says, leaning up on her elbows and coming so close to my dick, it jolts again. “I want to see you.” Her smile is so damn alluring, I’m a fucking goner.

I lean back and take my boxer briefs off and she gasps when my dick bobs.

She pinches her arm. “Okay, I’m not dreaming. But seriously, what is this life? You are…” She shakes her head, as if she’s speechless.

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