Lights, Camera, Lies

“You are delicious,” I said softly. Crawling across her naked body, I kissed her lips lightly. She was still panting a little. “Did you like that, baby?”

She nodded, blinking in surprise. “Yes.”

“See, when you move in with me, I can put you to bed like this every single night.”

Her eyes snapped shut as she laughed. “Pushy.”

“I’m a man who says things out loud so that they’ll come true,” I laughed with her. Holding her fingers to my jaw, I was pleased to note that they were completely warm.

She pulled her hand away and started unbuttoning my shirt. “I feel rather underdressed,” she said. “I think I want you to be naked with me.”

Her palms moved slowly against the center of my exposed chest, then she pulled my shirt open wider on the left to examine the Celtic tattoo over my heart. “What does that mean?”

“Apparently it was the crest of my great-great-grandfather’s family on my mother’s side,” I said. “It’s a reminder to always keep family close.”

“That’s sweet,” she said, trailing her fingers around the circle.

“You’re my family now,” I murmured, kissing under her ear, then along her jaw. “I’ve never felt this close to anyone. You’re mine, baby.”

She squirmed beside me, as I looked down to see her thighs rub together.

Alice bit her bottom lip, then looked up at me with those pretty eyes. “Then maybe you should make me yours completely,” she breathed.

“Are you sure?” I said gently, trying to filter some of the demanding roughness from my voice.

“Yes. I am.”

9

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Alice

Watching Taylor stand up and slip out of his clothes was like watching a fine work of art being slowly revealed.

I had studied the human body in art classes over the years, but the male physique had never lit a fire in my belly like this. His wide, sculpted shoulders, his broad, strong chest, and those sculpted grooves over his hips actually made my mouth water.

He turned away slightly as he took off his pants. Then he held up the sheets so I could slide under. As he slipped in beside me, my eyes were riveted to his arousal that was so hard and thick it almost looked uncomfortable.

Taylor was a lot bigger than the models in the paintings I had studied over the years. Even though I knew it might hurt me a bit, I was so excited by the thought of being so close to him that I felt my hips shifting restlessly.

“I don’t want you to get cold, baby,” he murmured, pulling the sheets over us as he slipped close beside me. His hands danced over my stomach, and around my breasts, making me shiver from his gentle touch.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered, as he kissed along my collarbone, then up my throat. When he met my lips, his kiss felt more electric. More intense.

He pulled back slightly, as his hand caressed my hip, his fingers digging slightly into my skin. The hunger on his face was clear, yet his warm brown eyes searched mine.

“Are you sure about this, Alice?”

“Yes.”

“Is this your first time, sugar?”

I knew he could already see it in my eyes, as I was radiating innocence. But if it turned him on to hear it, I would say the words. “Yes.”

He reached into the drawer of the bedside table to grab a condom, as my hand glided down his chest. I needed to feel him first. The surface of his skin was silky soft, yet his shaft was rock hard, pulsing slightly in my hand.

“That feels so good, sugar,” he murmured, as he tore open the foil packet. “Run your hand all the way up and down.”