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“Chelsea, do you
want anything to drink—” She opened her eyes and turned her head
to see Grant staring at her with stark desire in his piercing
blue eyes, the lust turning them a darker color. He cursed and
whirled around.
“No—” She scrambled
to her feet and ran toward him. She lifted up his shirt and
pressed her breasts against the naked flesh of his back. She
moaned with the pleasure, with satisfaction at the contact. She
held him tightly around the waist as she rubbed her body against
his, over and over.
She wanted this.
No, more than this. Her hands dipped lower, over his waistband
and cupped his cock through his trousers. A thrill shot through
her, causing her pussy to clench with anticipation. He was hard
and throbbing—
“No,” he said
through gritted teeth, his hand clamping about hers and dragging
it bodily away from his cock. He turned around and held her at
arms’ length. “Think, Chelsea. Do you really desire me, the man
who just insulted you? Or is it just your body talking, driven
as it was by the magic?” His eyes glittered and there was a
certain coldness that stopped her yearning efforts to get
closer. “If we do have sex, will you still like me when your
brain is clearer, when it’s not confused by lust? Or will you
despise me?” He leaned closer. “Don’t do anything you might
regret.”
“Why are you doing
this?” she sobbed. His hands on her arms were affecting her in
the strangest way. His grip was firm, yes and he wasn’t hurting
her but she found pleasure in his touch. It was as if he was
caressing her, stroking her, because her nipples were pebbling
even more and they pointed toward him, begging for his hands,
his mouth. She writhed in his arms. “Touch me Grant.
Please…touch me, kiss me…”
His lips twisted.
“You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I need you.
Please,” she whispered, her hands reaching for him.
“We’ll wait for
Kyle—”
“I can’t wait—”
“Oh yes, you can.”
He stooped and picked her up. Startled by his sudden move, she
shrieked and looped her arms around his neck, bringing her so
close to him that his spicy scent filled her nose. She couldn’t
resist. She nuzzled his neck and rained desperate kisses on his
throat. Then, he was lowering her, placing her down on a soft
surface and turning to go but she grabbed his hand. She didn’t
know why he disliked her so but she wanted to do whatever she
could to change it. She didn’t know why she wanted to make him
like her but that was how she felt. Indecision flitted across
his face. “Please,” she begged. Faintly, she registered that she
was on a bed and the sheets were cool on her naked back but it
wasn’t enough to soothe the burning of her body, the flames of
which were firing hotter, brighter, until she had the peculiar
sense of being consumed by the fire. “You don’t know…you don’t
understand…” she arched her body and she noted with satisfaction
that his eyes followed the movement of her swaying breasts. She
cried out with deep, hungry longing as the image of his blond
head between her breasts filled her mind.
“I do,” he said
almost gently. “But you need Kyle, not me.” His face was
inscrutable as he sat down on the bed beside her. “Why don’t we
take off your clothes, so that when he gets here, you’ll be
ready? Would you like that?”
Yes, yes! Anything
to feel his hands on her.
“Please…” The word
came out soft and seductive, alluring and enticing as the voice
of the sirens that had tried to lure Odysseus to his death.
He took a deep
breath, as though he was about to face the gallows and needed
fortification. “Right. Let’s get the zip so that we can slide
the dress off you…” He frowned as he patted her along the waist,
searching for the cold metal. He ran a finger up her side,
carefully keeping his gaze away from her heaving bosom. Even
though he was touching her through the cloth, his unintentional
caresses were having a sensual effect on her. Her pulse
skittered and her breathing quickened. Need blossomed in her,
deeper, more intense, so tangible she could touch it.
Finally, he found
the zip, which was located on her right side. He had to stretch
out the material, so that he could pull the tab down. The action
made his right hand hover near her bare breast, making her
nipple hard and aching once again. She moaned and her body
arched up and the brief contact of his skin against her nipple
escalated the want boiling in her.
He jerked away,
muttering and his clumsy fingers snatched the tab in an angry
downward movement. His impersonal hands lifted her hips and
dragged her dress and panties down in one swift action until she
was left with nothing but her heels. She brought her knees up in
what she knew was a very sexy pose, planted her heels on the bed
and widened her legs, baring her intimate parts to his gaze.
Blood pumped boiling hot in her veins when she saw that he
couldn’t look away from her pussy, which she knew was thoroughly
wet and glistening with evidence of her arousal. Tension
stretched between them, taut and strained. “I want you, Grant.”
“No…” he breathed,
though he continued staring.
She saw the huge
bulge between his legs and knew he was lying. The thought of
touching his cock made her mouth water and she reached up and
caressed his cock through his trousers…
And that was how
Kyle found them.
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