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Author: Ciana Stone
delicious torment, feeling her grind her soft wet sex on him, unable to sink into her. The kiss was unending. At first passive, she became the aggressor, exploring his mouth, tasting him.
He flipped her over on her back and suddenly her face was visible to him, framed by the dark halo of her silky hair. With the light slanting across her face, he beheld her beauty. “I want you,” she whispered. “Inside me. Please.”
No further encouragement was needed. Ripping the sheet away, he parted her legs, gripping her behind each knee to spread her wide. She moaned as he penetrated her in one slow stroke and one hand worked its way down her body. Her fingers worked at the bud of her clit as he watched in lascivious fascination, pumping into her stronger and harder.
The onset of a climax threatened. He tried to slow, but she wouldn’t let him. She bucked up against him. “More, give me more.”
Reality abruptly returned when she shrugged out of her jacket, turning her head to look at him as she tossed it across the back of the booth. Her eyes widened, her face drained of color and the next thing he knew, her eyes rolled back, she sort of went limp, and hit the floor.
Chapter Three
Sara woke with a start to find herself lying on the floor, cradled in strong arms while people crowded around her, gawking curiously.
“She okay?” a male voice asked. “Should we call an ambulance?”
“No, no. I’m fine,” she insisted. “Just…low blood sugar. I guess I forgot to eat.” It was a lie, and she hated lying but her embarrassment had catapulted the words from her mouth before she could stop them.
“Could you bring her something to eat? Maybe a bowl of soup and some bread?” The voice came from the man holding her. It was a deep-timbered voice, but low and soothing.
She turned to see who held her. It was Morgan. Once again the world tilted crazily on its axis. A soft gasp escaped her lips and his arms tightened around her. “Hold on,” he said, “we’ve got some food coming. Don’t faint again, okay?”
Sara wanted to do more than faint. She wanted to get up and bolt for the door, run far away from the embarrassment, and from the man whose visage made the world spin out of control. She needed to be alone, to figure out what was happening and why. Was this the man? She prayed it was not.
His face was not a stranger to her. She’d idolized him for years, dreamed about him, fantasized about him. Oh god, she’d even masturbated, thinking about him. If he was the man she’d been selected to save then she was going to fail miserably because she couldn’t even look at him without turning into a pile of quivering female need.
“Let’s get you into the booth,” Morgan said and lifted her up in his arms as he stood.
Sara’s arms went instinctively around his neck, drawing her face in closer to his. She smelled him. A scent that was clean and barely reminiscent of deep woods and twilight. A scent that had her pulse racing and dampness gathering in her panties. As he placed her gently on the bench seat, their eyes met.
She could have sworn she read fear in his eyes. That shocked her so that it warded off the threatening faintness and tempered the desire. Why was he afraid? She was tempted to open her senses to try to find out. But the moment passed. He averted his eyes and took a seat beside her.
“I’m Sara, by the way,” she said. “And I’m very sorry.”
“Nice to meet you, Sara,” Chris said at almost the same instant Kelly spoke.
“Forget it.” Kelly dismissed the apology and addressed Morgan and Chris. “It’s just like her to forget to eat. She gets so wrapped up in what she’s doing that it’s like she’s on another planet.”
“What kind of work do you do, Sara?” Morgan asked, looking at her but not meeting her eyes.
Hearing her name roll off his lips gave her an unexpected shiver of something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Desire. Just his presence seemed to have that
He flipped her over on her back and suddenly her face was visible to him, framed by the dark halo of her silky hair. With the light slanting across her face, he beheld her beauty. “I want you,” she whispered. “Inside me. Please.”
No further encouragement was needed. Ripping the sheet away, he parted her legs, gripping her behind each knee to spread her wide. She moaned as he penetrated her in one slow stroke and one hand worked its way down her body. Her fingers worked at the bud of her clit as he watched in lascivious fascination, pumping into her stronger and harder.
The onset of a climax threatened. He tried to slow, but she wouldn’t let him. She bucked up against him. “More, give me more.”
Reality abruptly returned when she shrugged out of her jacket, turning her head to look at him as she tossed it across the back of the booth. Her eyes widened, her face drained of color and the next thing he knew, her eyes rolled back, she sort of went limp, and hit the floor.
Chapter Three
Sara woke with a start to find herself lying on the floor, cradled in strong arms while people crowded around her, gawking curiously.
“She okay?” a male voice asked. “Should we call an ambulance?”
“No, no. I’m fine,” she insisted. “Just…low blood sugar. I guess I forgot to eat.” It was a lie, and she hated lying but her embarrassment had catapulted the words from her mouth before she could stop them.
“Could you bring her something to eat? Maybe a bowl of soup and some bread?” The voice came from the man holding her. It was a deep-timbered voice, but low and soothing.
She turned to see who held her. It was Morgan. Once again the world tilted crazily on its axis. A soft gasp escaped her lips and his arms tightened around her. “Hold on,” he said, “we’ve got some food coming. Don’t faint again, okay?”
Sara wanted to do more than faint. She wanted to get up and bolt for the door, run far away from the embarrassment, and from the man whose visage made the world spin out of control. She needed to be alone, to figure out what was happening and why. Was this the man? She prayed it was not.
His face was not a stranger to her. She’d idolized him for years, dreamed about him, fantasized about him. Oh god, she’d even masturbated, thinking about him. If he was the man she’d been selected to save then she was going to fail miserably because she couldn’t even look at him without turning into a pile of quivering female need.
“Let’s get you into the booth,” Morgan said and lifted her up in his arms as he stood.
Sara’s arms went instinctively around his neck, drawing her face in closer to his. She smelled him. A scent that was clean and barely reminiscent of deep woods and twilight. A scent that had her pulse racing and dampness gathering in her panties. As he placed her gently on the bench seat, their eyes met.
She could have sworn she read fear in his eyes. That shocked her so that it warded off the threatening faintness and tempered the desire. Why was he afraid? She was tempted to open her senses to try to find out. But the moment passed. He averted his eyes and took a seat beside her.
“I’m Sara, by the way,” she said. “And I’m very sorry.”
“Nice to meet you, Sara,” Chris said at almost the same instant Kelly spoke.
“Forget it.” Kelly dismissed the apology and addressed Morgan and Chris. “It’s just like her to forget to eat. She gets so wrapped up in what she’s doing that it’s like she’s on another planet.”
“What kind of work do you do, Sara?” Morgan asked, looking at her but not meeting her eyes.
Hearing her name roll off his lips gave her an unexpected shiver of something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Desire. Just his presence seemed to have that