The Expectant Executive

“Then what—”

“It doesn’t matter.” She placed her finger to his firm lips to silence him.

“Please hold me, Travis. I need you to kiss me and make love with me.”

He stared at her for several long seconds as if trying to assimilate what she’d said before he took her into his arms. Slowly lowering his head to settle his mouth over hers, Travis kissed her with a thorough tenderness that brought tears to her eyes and curled her toes inside her chic black pumps.

Her pulse sped up and her stomach fluttered with anticipation when he deepened the kiss and she tasted his undeniable hunger for her. As she surrendered herself to the way he was making her feel, every nerve in her body sparked to life and a heavy warmth flowed through her veins, settling into a delicious coil deep in the pit of her belly.

As he teased her with a light stroking touch of his tongue to hers, she was vaguely aware that he’d moved his hands from her back to her waist. But when he slid his palms up over her ribs, her heart skipped several beats and her nipples tightened in anticipation of his gentle caress.

When they’d made love that night in his barn, their joining had been spontaneous and hurried—an unplanned union   with the danger of being discovered. But tonight would be different. Although neither of them had intended for the evening to end with their sleeping together, tonight they had time to explore, time for the excitement of discovering what pleased each other. And they were completely alone. There was little or no possibility of anyone interrupting the coming together of two lonely souls in search of a few hours of comfort and companionship in each other’s arms.

The exquisite sensations radiating from her breasts when he finally grazed the sensitive tips through her clothes sent liquid fire racing through her veins and caused her knees to wobble. The taste of his passionate kiss and the feel of his gentle touch were both thrilling and, at the same time, extremely frustrating.

She wanted to feel his hands on her body without the encumbrance of satin and lace, wanted to experience the excitement of his firm lips and moist tongue savoring her sensitive skin.

“You feel so damn good,” he said, raising his head. He drew in a ragged breath as he reached to turn on the bedside lamp. “But it’s not enough. I’m a visual kind of guy. I want to see your beautiful body while I’m bringing you pleasure.”

Captured by his intense stare, Fin felt as if he could see all the way to her soul and knew the degree of need he was creating within her. “I want to see and touch you, too, Travis.”

With nothing more than a promising smile, he pulled the tail of the shirt from the waistband of his jeans, then took her hands in his and guided them to the snap closures. “Taking off each other’s clothes was one of the many things we missed getting to do the first time we were together.”

Her stomach fluttered with a delightful thrill at the thought of undressing him.

“What else did we miss?” she asked as she unfastened the first gripper.

“We didn’t get to take our time the way I would have liked,” he answered, leaning forward to nibble on her earlobe.

“How long—”

“What I have in mind will take all night, sweetheart.”

A shiver streaked up her spine and her fingers didn’t seem to want to work as she fumbled with the next snap. “A-anything else?”

The look in his eyes seared her. “I didn’t get to kiss you in ways that will make you blush from just thinking about it.”

“I—I don’t blush easy.” Why couldn’t she get her voice to work the way it should?

When he whispered what he intended to do, a jolt of pure electrified desire shot to every part of her being and she knew exactly why her vocal cords were freezing up. He was trying to send her into sensual meltdown and doing an excellent job of it.

“Is that what you want, Fin?”

Unable to get words past her suddenly dry throat, she nodded. She wanted everything this wonderful man was willing to give and had every intention of returning the favor in kind.

When she finally managed to unfasten the last snap on his shirt, she parted the chambray to gaze at his perfectly sculpted chest and stomach. A fine dusting of downy, dark blond hair covered sinew made hard from years of strenuous physical labor. She knew several male models who would kill to have Travis’s muscle definition. But his perfectly padded pecs and rippling belly were results that no amount of time spent in a gym could accomplish.

“You’re magnificent,” she said, deciding he definitely had a point about their missing out on several enjoyable steps in the fine art of foreplay.

His low chuckle sent a wave of goose bumps shimmering over her skin. “I’ve been called a lot of things in my life—most of them pretty unflattering—but this is the first time anyone’s ever referred to me as magnificent.”