The Expectant Executive

When he straightened and reached for her, he hooked his thumbs in the elastic just below her waist. “As good as you look in this little scrap of satin, I think you’ll look even better out of it,” he said as he pulled her bikini panties down.

Her legs trembled and she had to brace her hands on his shoulders to steady

herself as she stepped out of them. When she finally found her voice, she reached for the band at the top of his cotton briefs. “By the same token, I think you’ll look fantastic out of these.”

When she removed the last barrier separating them, her eyes widened and it felt as if the temperature in the room went up several degrees. That night in his barn they’d been in the shadows and there had been little time to pay attention to anything but their hurried coming together. But now she had the opportunity to study his incredible body and the perfection that was Travis Clayton.

His long legs and lean flanks were as well-defined as his upper torso, but it was the sight of his full erection that sent a shiver of anticipation and need straight to the heart of her femininity. He was an impressively built male, heavily aroused and looking at her as if she were the most desirable creature he’d ever seen.

“You may make me out to be a liar, sweetheart,” he said, reaching for her.

“Why do you say that?” she asked, feeling as if she’d go up in flames at the feel of his body touching hers from shoulders to knees.

“I promised you I was going to love you all night, but now I’m not sure that’s going to be an option.” He shook his head. “Just the sight of you has me hotter than a two-dollar pistol in a skid row pawnshop on Saturday night.”

“That makes two of us.” Her body quivered at the feel of his hard arousal pressed to her lower stomach. “I feel as if I’m going to go up in flames at any moment.”

“I think we’d better take this to bed, while we still have the strength to get there,” he said, swinging her up into his arms.

Smiling, Fin draped her arms around his neck. “I could have walked. The bed is only a few feet away.”

He gave her a quick kiss and shook his head. “I know. But that would have required me turning loose of you and I didn’t want to do that.”

His candidness caused her heart to skip a beat. He knew just what to say to make her feel special and cherished. But more than that, she sensed that he really meant what he said. He didn’t want to let her go and she didn’t want him to.

When they reached the bed, he lowered her enough to pull back the black satin comforter, then placed her gently in the middle of the queen-size mattress. She watched him retrieve something from his jeans, then slide it under the pillow a moment before he stretched out beside her.

He gathered her to him and fused their lips in a kiss that caused her head to spin. She tasted his urgent male hunger and the depth of his passion and marveled at the fact that she was the object of this amazing man’s desire.

As he broke the kiss to nibble his way down to her collarbone, Fin drew in a ragged breath. But when he continued to the slope of her breast, then on to the hardened peak, her breath caught. At the first touch of his tongue to her sensitive flesh, she held his head to her and wondered if she’d ever breathe again.

Taking her nipple into his mouth, he gently sucked and teased as he slid his hand down her side, then along her outer thigh. The delicious tension deep inside of her increased to an almost unbearable ache, but when he moved his palm up the inside of her leg to her nest of feminine curls, a jolt of need stronger than she could’ve ever imagined raced to every fiber of her being.

But nothing could have prepared her for the level of excitement Travis created within her when he parted her soft folds and, with a feather-light touch, stroked the tiny node hidden there. Her heart pounded against her ribs and she moved restlessly against him as wave after wave of intense sensation coursed through her.

Travis was taking her to heights of passion she’d never known existed and she was certain she’d spontaneously combust if he didn’t make love to her soon.

“Please, Travis…I can’t…take much more.”

“What do you need, Fin?”

Driven to distraction by his continued stroking and the feel of his warm, moist lips brushing the puckered tip of her breast as he spoke, she had to concentrate hard on what she needed to tell him. “I need you…to make love to me. Now!”

“But I’m just getting started, sweetheart,” he said, stroking her more deeply.

“I’ll never…survive.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Reaching down between them, she found him and used her palm to measure his length and the strength of his need for her. When a groan rumbled up from deep in his chest and his big body shuddered against her, she was overcome by a need like nothing she’d ever known.