Page 27 of Seductive Secrets

Her hands slid up his chest to curl around his shoulders. “I’ve had sex before,” she whispered. “I’m not a virgin.”

“Virginity is a patriarchal concept, designed to keep women under strict control. I don’t give a damn about your past, other than how it affects the present. What makes you happy and what turns you on, are the only issues that matter to me.”

Angela could have wept at his assurance, but she was too distracted by the way he was touching her. His hands were heavy and warm against her waist, and she felt his fingersstroking ever so slightly, as if he might be testing her, or maybe assuring her that he wouldn’t do anything she wasn’t comfortable doing.

“Don’t be afraid to touch me, James,” she whispered and stepped closer, pressing her breasts against his chest. “I trust you. I’m not afraid. Like you said, my past isn’t in this room.” She lifted her hands so that she could lace her fingers behind his neck. “It’s just you and me tonight.”

Slowly, he lowered his head until his lips hovered just above hers. “It might be just you and me, but promise me that you’ll tell me if I do anything to scare you, okay?”

Her mouth curled into a smile and she nodded. “I promise!”

Then he kissed her. It was just a slow, sweet kiss at first. But when she responded, Angela heard his groan, and he increased the pressure. His tongue teased her lips and she opened for him, their tongues mating as the kiss deepened.

He didn’t do anything for a long time, just kissed her, their mouths melding, tongues dancing. But Angela needed more. She moved her hands lower, sliding down his chest, then pressing against his flat stomach before she slipped them underneath the hideous sweater. As expected, the cotton sweater had stretched and was now a shapeless mess. The waistband hung about an inch from his hips instead of hugging them, as it should.

“Get it off,” she whispered in between kisses.

James chuckled as he reached to tug the sweater up and over his head, dumping it on the floor. His hands returned to her waist, his fingers sliding underneath her sweater. “Your turn,” he whispered as he lifted the sweater over her head. Theywere both wearing cotton shirts underneath, but it still felt a bit shocking as he looked down at her.

“I want this off too,” he told her, his voice low and gravelly. His fingers moved to her shirt, but he pulled his hands away. “I’ll go first.”

Angela held her breath as she waited anxiously for him to pull his shirt off. And when he did, she gasped at the magnificence in front of her. His chest…he was…she had no words!

Her hands were on his chest before her mind made the decision to touch. Her fingers drifted lightly over the tanned skin, sifting through the light layer of hair with fascination. And because his chest was so perfect, she leaned forward, her lips pressing a kiss to the center, then sliding to the right for more kisses, her tongue darting out to experiment. Slightly salty, warm, and amazingly firm. Her fingers skimmed over the expanse of skin and her mouth followed. She couldn’t stop and wasn’t completely aware of him moving backwards, pulling her along with him.

James sat down on the bed, pulling her between his knees because, with her touching him and kissing him like that, not to mention that sexy little tongue darting out every few moments, he needed additional support. He’d imagined this moment for so long, but the reality was so much hotter than his fantasies!

He groaned when she teased his nipple. He tugged at the black cotton shirt, needing to see her! He wanted to feel her pressed against his body. It was imperative that he see her, feel her skin against his own!

She couldn’t stop touching him as he pulled her shirt off. So he moved to her hair, pulling the band out, allowing her curls to tumble around her shoulders. When her hair was free, his fingers dove into the tresses, amazed at the softness.

He adeptly released the catch of her bra, then tossed it away as his hands quickly returned to cup her breasts. He heard her gasp, so he stilled, letting her get used to the sensation. His fingers ached to move, to explore and entice. But he waited, watching her. Angela had her eyes closed and her body stiffened at the new sensation. A moment later, she opened her eyes, looking directly into his. Then she shocked him by cupping his hands in her own, smiling as she silently encouraged him to explore.

He released the breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, and allowed his thumb to skim over the taut raspberry peak. He watched her face, noting the various expressions that flitted across her lovely features. Shock, amazement, wonder, and…yes, lust. She tried to hide her responses, biting her lower lip. But when he lightly pinched her nipple, her head fell back and she moaned.

“Show me everything, Angela,” he grated out, and lifted her onto the bed. She stretched out beside him for a moment, allowing him to admire the image she made, before she reached for him.

She touched him almost reverently, her fingers trailing over his skin. He leaned in, nuzzling her neck. Slowly, very slowly, he moved lower, listening to her breathing to ensure that he didn’t go too fast, he made his way lower. When his mouth finally found her nipple, he felt her tremble. James almost pulled back, worried that he’d moved too fast, but her fingers dove into his hair, holding his head in place. So he let his tongue and teeth tease her, feeling her body curl and arch.Every reaction was as intoxicating as a drug to his system and he couldn’t get enough of her. Moving to the other breast, he let his hand explore while his mouth teased her nipple.

“James!” she gasped, her denim covered leg coming up to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer.

However, James pulled back. He kissed her stomach as he stood up at the end of the bed. With deft fingers, he unsnapped her horrible jeans, tugged them down her legs, and tossed them aside. Her panties quickly followed.

Immediately, she closed her legs, and even though everything inside him clamored to explore that delicious area between her soft, white thighs, James didn’t immediately return to her arms.

Instead, he stood at the end of the bed and shoved his jeans and boxers down, taking his socks off as he went. Then he stepped closer, taking her hands so that he could pull her into a sitting position.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, licking her lips as she gazed hungrily at his erection.

“Thank you,” he replied, smiling at his formal reaction to her comment. He guided her hands to his throbbing erection, silently encouraging her until her fingers wrapped around his shaft. Closing his eyes, he hissed quietly as she explored. Her fingers moved along his shaft, her thumb smoothing over the tip, then under the head, right where he was most sensitive. He gritted his teeth, his muscles tensing with his effort to remain still so she could explore to her heart’s content.

When he felt her lips against his chest, James opened his eyes and looked down. She smiled up at him, her big, brown eyes sparkling. He could see her desire as she stroked andexplored his erection while her mouth discovered new areas on his chest.

“You’re okay?” he asked, needing permission to proceed.

Her features softened and she smiled. “Yeah. I’m more than okay,” she told him.

“Damn, your hands feel incredible!” In response, she tightened her fingers, almost causing his head to explode.

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