Page 96 of The Strength Of A Woman

It makes me look more mature and sophisticated, and he makes no secret of how much he likes it.

A few lit candles cast a glow around the room, softening the tones of everything, yet not the fire blazing in his eyes.

“Are you still hungry?” he asks in the tone of someone who wants something other than food right now, as he closes the gap between us.

“I’m all right,” I say with a smile.

He has a sultry grin on his lips, a smile I’m already cherishing so much.A grin that makes me forget about what just happened.

I kind of sense where he’s coming from.I’ve been to that place as well.

My first thought this evening when his men fought the intruders was that I wouldn’t see him again, and my biggest regret was that I hadn’t slept with him.

If he had the same thought, that would explain the way he looks at me now.

With famished pleasure, with dirty thoughts in his mind.With unholy things in his soul.

He props his hand next to mine on the doorframe and pulls up so close to me that I get drunk on his scent.

Testosterone, masculine sweat, and a hint of that fading aroma of aftershave.

His eyes dip, heavy and lustful.

He smells like bourbon, too, and the thought that he just had a drink before he came up to me turns me on.

I might be in for a nice surprise, as he might unleash a different man on me.

Different from the calculated, principled man.

He slides his hand around my waist and squeezes me slightly, gauging my reaction.

Having trouble breathing, I peel my hand off the doorframe and run my fingers over his cheek and lips.

He kisses my touch with fervor in his eyes, looking at me this time, letting me know exactly what he wants from me.

Smiling, I drag my hand down from his lips, follow his muscled neck, and undo another button at his neckline, and then another one until the top of his chest fills my view.

He observes me in silence as I stroke his skin, turning him on, arousing myself. Then I lift my gaze to him, and we get drunk on each other.

This is it. This is our moment. It’s finally happening, and reality supersedes my imagination.

Nothing will stop us now.

I just got my wish granted. One night with him, and no one will take him away from me.

He will forever be mine.

And I will forever be his.

I’ll do anything for him, and he’ll do anything for me.

These should be our wedding vows.

Or they should be scribbled on our tombstones.

I just need this with him.

I erase the space between us completely, so I can feel how hard he is, and a sigh of pleasure leaves my lips as I slowly lower my eyelids, and make the most out of the sensation.