Page 29 of Where She Is
“Yes.”
“You’re happy?”
“I’m happy.”
“You’re sure?”
“All right, no, I’m not. I’m not a hundred percent happy, but I feel better about one week than I do about six.”
“Exactly. It’s one teeny tiny week and if we don’t work out—”
“We will.” Excitement runs through my veins. I love his determination.
“Well okay, that’s settled then,” I smile.
“Good. Well, I suggest we go home and move your suitcase to my cottage.”
After the conversation we’ve just had, I can’t believe what came out of his mouth. “Excuse me?”
“Part of this contract is to kiss and touch, but not have actual sex. We need time for kissing and touching and at no point did you say we couldn’t spend the night together.”
I clap my hands, “Bravo.” A loophole, I might have known he’d find one.
“Thank you.” He nods and is very pleased with himself. He pulls my body closer, nuzzles into my neck and kisses all the way up my neck. “Can we start this again?” He asks between kisses.
My response is breathless, “I thought we already had.”
“Just checking.” He wraps his arms around me, growls in my ear and the only thing I can concentrate on is the ripple effect between my legs. In that very moment, I curse my stupid idea. A week is suddenly a bloody long time.
Chapter Nine
I barely havetime to take in the sparse kitchen and living area of the cottage as we collide through the door. I get just enough of a peek to note this place is a real bachelor pad before his hands caress my waist and pull me closer to his body. Our chests visibly move together and the warmth of our bodies causes my skin to prickle from head to foot. His lips move towards mine so slowly, it’s almost painful, and when they meet, it’s gentle.
“This is how we were should have started, Hannah.” His huskily whispered voice affects me to my core. I nod in muted agreement. The only sound is my breath as it catches. I’m light-headed and totally and utterly turned on by his every word. His lips touch mine while he talks and if he were to stop, I would collapse in his arms. I need his touch like nothing else right now.
“I want you in my bed when my hands run over your body and your skin touches mine.”
I whisper, “I want that too.”
It’s almost as if setting the one-week rule has increased our need for one another. We both desperately want something we can no longer have. My head spins when he takes my hand and leads me down the hall. We enter the bedroom; standing for amoment to take each other in. His hands brush my neck when he moves to my back and unzips my dress. He smooths the soft material over my shoulders and I note how easily it slips from my frame and pools at my feet. I step out while his fingers run with a feather-light touch across my stomach and over my panties. He catches my involuntary gasp and the glint in his hazel eyes nearly has me on my knees. He continues to trace my slender legs and over my silver heels.
“Keep these on.”
His hands curl around each ankle and simultaneously glide along the back of my calves and thighs. He delicately traces the sensitive skin guarded by my silky underwear then hooks a finger either side. Gently, he pulls them over my hips and peppers gentle kisses to the inside of my thighs. I step out of them, but just the feel of his soft lips on my skin unbalances me. Daniel kisses his way up my body until he is on his feet. He looks directly into my eyes while he unhooks my bra and slides the straps slowly along my arms before tossing it on top of my dress. I am now naked.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers while sliding the back of his hand down my neck and over the curve of my breast. I’m not self-conscious in my raw state, in fact, quite the opposite. As the fresh breeze from the open window drifts over my skin, I’m nothing but confident. I reach for his belt and slowly release the buckle before sliding it away from his waist and throwing it to the side. I pull the bottom of his dress shirt while my other hand traces the line of his arousal through the material of his trousers. I release the buttons and fly, but I don’t take my eyes from his the whole time. I carefully undo each button on his shirt and push the material over his firm biceps. I kiss under his jaw and run my tongue down his neck. His growl vibrates through his skin causing me to pause. Briefly, our eyes meet, and I grip his hand before it travels towards my core.
It’s my turn to take control. I sink to my knees and take histrousers with me. He quickly kicks off his shoes, along with his socks in one swift move. I throw him a devilish glance. This is not me, I’m never this confident in the bedroom, but I just don’t have any inhibitions with him. I pull down his boxer shorts and his obvious arousal springs free. My instinct is to take him in my mouth. It’s not what I usually want with any man, but with him I have to fight the urge. It’s difficult to resist him, so I remove myself from temptation and slide my body against his. Our mouths meet, his kisses are gentle. He licks my top lip and just as if it were a reflex action, my lips part and my tongue catches his and entwines. It’s the kind of kiss every girl hopes she’ll get one day. It’s a kiss which sayslet me explore and feel you.
He pushes me backwards until our legs hit the bed where we fall, while our kisses and touches intensify. He considers every move, and the whole encounter fills me with lust, yet this isn’t sex. Daniel pulls back. A rogue strand of hair falls over my nose. He places it behind my ear, tracing it with his eyes.
“I want to show you how much I want you.”
“Daniel, please you don’t—”
He takes my mouth and his tongue searches mine, moving in deeper this time. He draws me into his body, skin to skin. Being with him, being held by him, fills me with a surge of lust which throbs inside me, and I have to control my wants. These are my rules, not his, but I know his will is much stronger than mine.
His fingers run lightly over my skin and leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake. We entwine our legs together, and the heels of my shoes scratch his calves. My hips jolt against him to relieve the overwhelming ache inside me, but then Daniel pushes away slightly, and we stop. Our eyes lock as his fingers stroke over my groin as his erection gently brushes against my thigh. He pushes away to sit back on his heels in front of me before taking my hand and placing it between my legs.
