An American Cinderella

He tugged at my skirt. “This needs to go,” he whispered.

I slid down off the counter and slithered out of the dress. I took the panties off as well, and he watched them go with a smile.

He grabbed my hips and put me right back up on the counter. It was cold this time without the barrier of my dress, but he was back inside of me before I had a chance to even think about it.

My hands tangled in his hair as his roamed my body. His touch left smolders of desire along my skin, like little embers of need that I could never put out. I wanted him everywhere. He nipped at my shoulder, his mouth hot and greedy for my skin.

My back arched, finally close to release as he continued to slam into me, making me his own. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling me onto him over and over. I was so close, I closed my eyes and focused on moving my body with his to find my sweet release.

He sensed it, and ran his thumb over my sweet spot, sending me into an explosion of his making. His name spilled from my lips as I lost control and flew over the edge.

He tried to hold back, to stay strong, but he came with me, calling my name as he followed me into perfection. I felt him swell and swirl with me in the glorious colors of pleasure. My body vibrated with his, our forms connected eternally.

I loved the way he tightened and stilled, his pleasure mixing with mine to create something even better than what we could achieve on our own.

Panting, I held onto him, never wanting him to leave. His hand stroked my back, slow and smooth as our hearts pounded against one another. I looked up to see him smile at me and I knew that my heart was his.

Chapter 18

“Dessert?” Henry asked.

“What? That wasn’t sweet enough for you?” I teased.

He caught me in his arms, pulling me into him for yet another kiss. I sighed with contentment. I could never have too many kisses.

“I have something for you,” he said. I felt his arms tense just slightly and he smiled even though the muscle in his jaw tightened. He was nervous about something.

“Okay.” I smiled. “Can I put my clothes on or do you want me naked for it?”

He looked down at my bare skin pressing into his. “Clothes. I may not make it if you don’t.”

I grinned, feeling sexy as sin. Even though he’d just had me, he wanted me again. There was no sexier feeling than to know that once wasn’t enough.

I went to my closet and pulled on a long, soft t-shirt and some comfy running shorts. It wasn’t supposed to be sexy, but comfortable.

“That’s what you’re wearing?” Henry asked, standing there my main room in nothing but his boxer shorts and a smile.

“Is there something wrong with it?” I asked, looking down and checking for holes or stains.

“Just that you look edible.” His eyes went up and down my body and his pupils dilated. “It’s not fair that you do this to me.”

I giggled and kissed his cheek. “You do the same to me, so turnabout is fair play.” I gave his boxer pant leg a gentle tug, revealing the curve of his hipbone. I’d meant the gesture to be playful, but seeing the masculine edges of his body heated my internal temperature several degrees.

He winked as he tugged the other side down to match and I swatted him gently on the shoulder.

“You said something about dessert,” I said, going into the kitchen and opening up my dish cabinet. “Do we need plates or bowls?”

“Neither,” he replied. He walked over to the canvas bag and pulled something out. “No dishes this way.”

I grinned and followed him over to the table. He set down a small bakery box and two forks before pulling out my chair for me like a gentleman. I had to laugh as I was in pajamas and he was wearing nothing but boxers, yet he was acting like we were at a fancy dinner party.

I giggled as I sat down. He opened up the box to reveal a small round cake with lovely white icing.

“It’s beautiful,” I told him.

“It’s a Paradisa chocolate cake,” he explained. “I found this little bakery nearby that specializes in Paradisian desserts. This is as good as the stuff we get at home.”

He handed me a fork before taking one himself.

Carefully, I reached out and cut into the white icing. It melted under the pressure of my fork, giving way to a dark chocolate cake center. Henry watched as I brought the cake to my mouth, obviously wanting to see what I thought of it.