She didn’t turn around, merely held her breath and waited for him to touch her. Was this still her fantasy?
His hands slid over her shoulders and then the sides of her neck. She closed her eyes and dropped her head forward.
“You shouldn’t be in here,” she whispered.
“You want me to leave?” He moved her hair aside and kissed the nape of her neck, letting his tongue linger. She quivered, unable to speak. His fingers slid around her to gently grasp her breasts. “Is this okay?”
She clenched her eyes shut, curious how far he would go if she didn’t move. She knew it was wrong to let him continue, but she couldn’t stop him. His touch coursed through her body to the tips of her toes.
His hands stopped moving. “Sara?”
She stepped closer to him, and his hardening d*** pressed against her lower back. She couldn’t believe she let it progress this far. “I don’t do stuff like this.”
He gently turned her toward him and lifted her chin, cupping her face between his palms. “I know you don’t.” He kissed each of her closed eyes before gently kissing her mouth, first her upper lip and then lower. “Look at me.”
Her eyes fluttered open to see his naked bronze chest. She marveled over his skin tone, which was only a shade lighter than her own. She absently wondered if he spent that much time sunbathing in the nude or if it was genetic. She didn’t have to spend any time in the sun to achieve her dark skin. She had her parents to thank for that. A touch of sadness washed through her, but she forced it back. “You don’t know anything about me.”
He chuckled softly, kissing her forehead. “I know everything about you.”
Her gaze flew up to meet his at such a surprising comment. “What do you think you know?”
His palms moved down her arms, hands and then fingers. They then swirled around her hips before moving to her a**, gripping the cheeks possessively. “I know that no other man has touched you like this.” He pulled her against him, fitting his c*** firmly between her thighs. The intimate contact made her shudder, her desire for him growing violently stronger. She gripped his arms, her fingernails digging into his muscles. He flinched but didn’t release his firm hold on her a**, instead grinding against her.
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