Lisa closed her eyes and rested one hand on the closed door. How long had she been waiting to take this step with him and now – now her courage threatened to crumble. It was silly. All she had to do was open the door and walk through it. He’d be waiting for her on the other side, exactly the way he had said he would be.
Her hand shook.
Damnit, this should be easy and it’s not. She’d agreed to this. Talked it through with him and now she wanted to do what? Back out? Ask for more time? It wouldn’t help. She’d only then try and back out the next time, and the next. He’d waited for this moment. She’d waited for it. Changing her mind wasn’t an option, not any more. Not with Sam waiting for her.
Sam with his deep brown eyes, his ready smile and tender touch, she’d never known a man who was as loving and patient as the one who waited for her beyond the door.
>>>"I have to do this," she murmured
The door opened easily beneath her hand. Soft music beckoned her into the room; candles flickered on the table and book cases. Shadows moved in seductive patterns along the walls. He was here. Somewhere within the softly lit room he was waiting for her, yet she couldn’t see him just yet.
In black marabou pumps, the satin jacquard corset and silky lace top stockings clinging to her full curves, she admired herself in the full length mirror. She almost didn’t recognize the woman staring back at her. The woman in the mirror looked confident, stunning and powerful. How could she look so stunning but still feel so unsure? She took a deep breath and let the chiffon robe drop to the floor and entered the room.
Was he there? Could he see her? Could he hear how the soft material whispered across her skin as she moved? Her heart pounded against her chest, nipples tightening into taut buds that pressed against the silken chemise.
"Beautiful," he whispered, his voice little more than a low purr.
"Sam?"
"Who else would it be? Or do you have a secret lover waiting in the wings? An upgrade model perhaps?"
"No, nothing like that." She could hear the smile in his voice and shivered. "I wasn’t sure I could go through with this."
"You’ve no reason to be afraid, you’re beautiful. You’ve always been beautiful to me." He moved from the shadows, candle light reflecting in his gaze.
Until Sam she had never thought a man would smile at her. Until his first kiss she had never believed that a man would look at her with passion in his eyes. Until tonight she’d never had the courage to dress this way for anyone, or even for herself.
"Thank you."
"There’s nothing to thank me for," he leaned in, sliding one hand into her long hair, fisting it as he drew her close. His free hand teased the ties that fastened back of her satin corset. "Such a tempting bow, a simple tug and it would open for me, wouldn’t it?"
"Yes." That’s why she’d picked it out and why she’d worn it for him today.
"Is that what you want?" He whispered against her lips.
"Yes – no, I don’t know," she trembled and inhaled his scent. Strength, seduction, care, he offered it all to her without threatening to crush her beneath him. "I’m afraid."
"Of what?"
"Of waking up and finding out this is nothing but a dream and that you don’t really exist." Here was a man who loved her for who she was, who went to such lengths to set the scene and who touched her as if he hungered for her. Such a man couldn’t truly exist, she’d wake up, find out it wasn’t real and curl back up in her bed, alone.
"It’s not going to happen. I’ve waited months for this moment, I’m not about to disappear on you." He nibbled along her lips, teasing them apart with the time of his tongue. Her lips parted softly, welcoming his kiss as she arched into his touch. The soft caress of his hand over the satin of her corset, the tenderness of his lips against hers, the strength of his hand in her hair all combined in one heady rush
Heat claimed her being. His kiss stole her breath, replacing it with his own. The buttons on his shirt brushed over her breasts. Her back arched as he deepened the kiss, tasting her, testing, dueling for dominance until she moaned against his lips. Surrendering to his touch.
"A real woman, curved, soft, made for the touch of a man, with the heart to match. What more could a man ever want?" With his hand still in her hair he eased her down to the floor.
Candles, kisses, lingerie, and passion. What more could a woman ever truly want?
By: Terri Pray
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