Page 47 of Unforgiven in Cheshire Bay

“Not here,” I whispered. “Please.”

He pulled back and stared into my eyes. “No problem.” With a tip of his head in the direction of his house. “My place or yours?”

I didn’t want to wait any longer than was needed and kill the mood. “Yours works.”

He kissed me again and helped me off the railing.

We practically race-walked back, and by the time he opened the door, my body was humming with anticipation, but now that we were here, and ready to go, a new wave of emotions took over.

I suddenly felt like I was nineteen all over again. Would I know what to do? Would I do it right? Could I make him feel desired?

I needn’t have worried, once he placed those firm lips on me, my inhibitions went to the wayside. Once again, he lifted me and walked me to his counter, setting me on the spot where blueberry pies had once sat, the coolness seeping in through my thin dress. His powerful kisses turned me on, his velvety tongue robbed my mind of useless thoughts and worries, and his deft hands caressing my arms heated me from the inside out.

I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pressing my soaked panties against him, as my hands explored his strong back muscles beneath my fingertips.

Breathing harder than I had before, I moaned when his hand found my knee, and slowly pushed under my skirt.

Inching tenderly, he touched my thigh, then my hip, and his thumb grazed over my little belly pouch, forcing my breath to lodge deep in my chest. I wanted this. I wanted him. To feel him inside me, to feel once again what it would be like to experience a man-given orgasm, and not one self-produced.

Before my gasp became audible, he gently cupped my panty-covered ass and pulled me tight to his firm body. Once more, our tongues sought each other out and moved together in perfect synchronization.

My body was ready to explode, and he hadn’t so much as put a finger in me yet.

“God, you are so beautiful.” He cupped my ass cheek, moving down and under, while staring into my soul, bypassing my eyes.

“You’re quite the man yourself.” I could barely breathe as his finger touched the edge of my panties. Right. There. I need to focus, or I’d be done before the fun truly started.

My gaze lowered to the buttons on his shirt, and daring myself, I started undoing them, one at a time, inhaling slowly with each push through the hole. I pulled his soft shirt free of his pants, kissing his incredible collarbone. My heart beat so hard I was sure it was visible.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” He tipped my chin up.

“Yes.”

With that confirmation, he bent down and kissed me again, breathing a new life into where one hadn’t been before.

I pushed the shirt up and over his shoulders, the muscly strength beneath the tips of my fingertips. My dreams hadn’t lied – he was perfection. Totally and truly.

Removing his hand from beneath my skirt, as my heart plummeted, he moved it to the back of my dress, kissing and searching for the release.

“It’s a zipper, on the side.” I moved my hand there and fingered the little pull, sliding it downward.

Effortlessly he set me back onto the floor where I slowly pulled my arms free of the dress and felt it flutter past my legs as it puddled at my feet. Instinctively, I covered my chest.

“Don’t,” he whispered as his face closed in on mine and his heated breath tickled my ears. “You’re too beautiful to be covered up.”

His hands seemed larger than life as he wrapped them around my waist and gripped my nearly naked ass. A soft moan escaped his lips, but it could’ve been mine. My skin felt alive, and every touch, every caress, was intensified a thousand percent. It was the greatest feeling.

My hands fumbled with his belt buckle, my lack of experience showing through, but I managed to release them, and he stepped out, kicking them off to the side. Clad only in our underwear, he lifted me back up to his waist and carried me through his kitchen, and into the bedroom tucked behind. As if I were fine china, and I’d break in a heartbeat, he set me down on his soft, silky bed.

“You’re stunning.” His gaze raked from the tip of my head to my feet and seductively returned to settle on my core.

It was likely shooting flames if the throbbing sensation was any indication.

Like a panther, he inched toward me and dropped to his knees. The whiskers from his cheeks as he kissed up the inside of my thighs drove me crazy. Like a thousand little tingles all happening at once. He nuzzled his nose in between the center of my legs, which I had slowly parted to welcome him in.

Keeping my eyes closed, I concentrated on the heat, on the throbbing, on the wet kisses atop my panties. I wanted them off, to give him full access, but didn’t want to be greedy. He kissed through the silk and slowly a finger ran along the seam, slipping under and pulling them off to the side.

Sweet baby Jesus.

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