Draco (Coded for Love 2)

His free hand went to her hair, where he teased strands of it free.

It was oddly breathtaking, as if he was actually undressing her. She turned to look at him and meet his gaze. “You want me to let it down?”

He nodded and stepped back giving her room to move.

Rising to her feet she turned to face him, stepping away from the table. Unclipping her hair, she let it fall down around her shoulders. It reached as far as her chest when she shook it free.

Draco reached out and touched the loosed tendrils, weaving his fingers into her fine hair. “Beautiful.”

“I clip it up because it’s so fine.” It suddenly crossed her mind she didn’t know what underwear she had on. Not her sexiest, the pink set with a faint butterfly print. Could be worse.

“I haven’t had a lot of experience,” she whispered. Now it was going to happen, she had to get it out there in case his expectations were high and she embarrassed herself.

“Are you a virgin?”

“No. I’ve got past that point.” She laughed softly, desperately trying to sound nonchalant. But she could hear the nervousness in her own words. “The guy didn’t take a long and I…”

Suddenly she wished she hadn’t mentioned it. Silence emanated from beside her on the sofa. When she dared to turn and look at him, he smiled reassuringly.

“What a loser. If I had the honor of taking you to bed, the best part would be witnessing you come, making it happen.” His voice was husky and sexually charged.

Lara squirmed on her seat. His words were so direct, so arousing, and the look in his eyes equalled it. More than that he was a man in control, and it melted her, turning her insides to liquid heat. “Oh lord, now I’m embarrassed I even told you.”

“Don’t be.” He covered her hand with his own squeezing it. “It’s better I know.” Moving his hand tucking her hair behind her ear so he could look at her. “You’ll be safe with me, and we’ll take our time.”

“You’re still willing to take me on?” The simmering heat in his eyes assured her he wasn’t backing off, quite the opposite.

“Oh yeah.” His voice seemed deeper still, as if made gruff by the tension between them, the erotic promise. “I’m going to make you come, repeatedly” he added. “I’m going to watch you enjoy it.”

He stood up and put out his hand.

Lara stared up at him, trying to hold it together. The way he instructed her was extraordinarily arousing and when she took his offered hand and rose to her feet, she trembled, her skin hot and damp.

He could tell. She saw the recognition in his eyes.

Closing until he was right up against her, he put one finger beneath her chin, and looked into her eyes. “Don’t be nervous.”

He kissed her tenderly, and before shed even opened her eyes she found herself swept up into his arms. She latched her arms around his neck, hiding her face against his chest as he carried her.

When she saw the master suite bed, however, a moment of sheer panic hit her. How had it come to this? This was meant to be purely business. But the erotic tension between them had condensed into something extraordinarily intimate, something that made her melt into a puddle of desire in his arms. Would she regret it? She could only hope not, because it was going to happen.

He set her on her feet by the bedside.

Stepping behind her, embracing her from behind, he stroked her hip bones as he eased her in against him. The hard lines of his body at her back made her knees buckle, but he was holding her, locked against him in his strong arms, and she wilted.

Lifting her skirt, he stroked the surface of her panties, making her sensitive places cry out for more. The feeling of his fingertips easing inside the lacy fabric stole her breath away.

With trembling fingers she undid the buttons on her shirt.

“No.” He covered her hands with his, stopping her. “I’ll undress you.”

The insistence in his voice made her legs weak. She wavered, the desire to flee battling with her growing need. She wanted to be with him, could scarcely think of anything else. Her core ached to e

xperience it, to feel his thrusts.

Taking his time, he removed each and every item she was wearing, until she stood there, naked, right by the bed.

“Do you um, have something?”