The Expectant Executive

Needing to touch him as he touched her, she unsnapped his chambray shirt to trace the steely sinew of his broad chest and abdomen. The light sprinkling of hair covering the thick pads of his pectoral muscles tickled her palms and she marveled at the exquisite differences between a woman and a man. But when she traced his flat male nipple with the tip of her finger, the tiny nub’s puckered reaction was much the same as when he touched her breasts.

His groan of pleasure thrilled her and as she continued to memorize every ridge and valley, she decided Travis’s body was perfect in every way. Taut and unyielding, his muscles held a latent strength that belied his gentle touch and contrasted perfectly with the softer contours of hers.

“There isn’t enough room on this damned couch to kiss and taste you the way I’d like,” he said, nibbling the hollow beneath her ear.

His low drawl and the promise of his words sent quivers of excitement shimmering through her. “It is rather restrictive, isn’t it?”

“Damn straight.” He sat up, then pulled her up beside him. “Let’s find a place with more room to move.”

“That looks inviting,” she said, eyeing the colorful Native American rug on the floor in front of them. She shrugged one shoulder at his questioning expression.

“I’ve never made love in front of a fireplace.”

A slow smile began to appear on his handsome face as he glanced at the rug, then back at her. “It does look fairly comfortable, doesn’t it?”

Before she had the chance to agree with his observation, he was easing them onto their knees on the floor. “I’m going to love the way your body looks in the glow from the fire,” he said, switching off the lamp at the end of the couch.

With nothing but the muted light from the fire, the room suddenly became incredibly intimate, and as his smoldering gaze held her captive, he slipped his hands beneath her sweater to slowly push it upward. Raising her arms to help him slip it over her head and toss it aside, she slid the straps of her bra down her arms and handed it to him. His sharp intake of breath and the darkening of his blue eyes, made her insides quiver and her breathing grow shallow.

“I’ve dreamed of you like this every night since that evening in your apartment.” His deep baritone, rough with passion, and his appreciative look sent a honeyed warmth flowing through her veins.

Pushing his opened shirt off his broad shoulders and down his muscular arms, she smiled as she dropped the garment on top of her clothing. “And I’ve dreamed of you.” She placed her hands on his chest. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this again.”

He cupped her face with his hands and kissed her deeply, letting her taste a hungry need that matched her own. “I intend to touch and taste every inch of you, sweetheart. And when I’m finished, I intend to start all over again.”

As he nibbled his way down her neck to her shoulder, then her collarbone, Fin’s head fell back as she lost herself to the delicious sensation of having his lips on her skin. But when his hot mouth closed over her tightened nipple and he flicked the bud with his tongue, she trembled from the waves of pleasure flowing through her and the empty ache of need beginning to form deep in her lower region.

By the time he finally lifted his head, she felt as if she’d melt into a wanton puddle at any moment. “This isn’t fair. I want to kiss you like this, too.”

“What do you say we get the rest of these clothes off?” he asked, standing up, then helping her to her feet.

Once he’d finished stripping both of them and they knelt facing each other on the rug in front of the fire, he took her into his arms. The feel of skin against skin, his male hardness pressed to her female softness, sent tiny currents of electrified desire to every part of her.

“You feel so damned good,” he said roughly.

Delightful shivers of excitement coursed through her at the passion in his voice. “I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

The sultry quality of her voice amazed her. She’d never thought of herself as a sensual creature, but with Travis it seemed all things were possible.

When he lowered them to the rug and gazed down at her, the heated need and the promise of complete fulfillment she saw in his eyes sent hot, dizzying desire flowing to the most feminine part of her. As his mouth covered hers and he slipped his tongue between her lips the pulsing ache in her lower belly increased and she gasped from the intensity of it.

But when he trailed kisses down to the valley between her breasts, then beyond, her breath caught. Surely he wasn’t going to…

“T-Travis?”

Raising his head, he gave her a look that caused her heart to skip several beats. “Do you trust me, Fin?”