How many times had he imagined this moment? Her naked and magnificent before him with her hair down like fire around both their shoulders. It had to be a dozen or more in just the short time since his arrival. Sometimes the images were hot dreams that woke him up heavy and full of need. Sometimes he found himself daydreaming about making love to her while he went over ledgers or worked on renovating the cottage. But this was no dream. One touch of his hot hands against her smooth skin told him reality was this moment, and there was no turning back for either of them. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?” she asked, almost as a whimper. He obliged happily, kissing her hard and hot and deep. Her anticipation and desire laced with his own to make a potent cocktail. Slowly, taking his time for sweet torture, he slid his hands down the curved column of her throat. He teased along her collarbone with just his fingertips, then around the soft curves of her shoulders. She gripped around his back tighter, pulling him closer, but he purposefully tugged back from her.
What do You think about The Desires Of A Countess?
