One Wild Wedding Night_ All the Way - Leslie Kelly [7]
Oh, God, yes, she did.
“Needs to be stroked, needs to have her soft skin appreciated and her sweet scent inhaled.”
This time, when Gloria reached for the glass, she gulped a big mouthful of her creamy drink.
“Her thick, shiny hair needs to be wrapped around a man’s hands, or draped across his chest so he can go out of his mind at how soft it is, how good it feels.”
Her breaths were hitching in her throat. She used to love the way Tony would brush her hair, back when they were first married and alone. They would sometimes shower and he’d love to wash it for her, letting the soap slide down her body and his, so that when they rubbed against one another, there was no friction, only delicious slickness.
They had shower sex once in a while now, but only the fast someone-could-knock-at-any-moment kind. And he hadn’t washed her hair in years.
“Her body must be caressed…every inch of it touched, every spot tasted.”
Closing her eyes, she just sat there, letting the words—the possibilities—wash over her. She licked her lips, unable to help it, wanting to at least pretend she might end up in the arms of a handsome, worldly stranger who was seducing her with his every word.
“A woman who’s loved should be kissed for hours. Everywhere. In every way. Sweetly, on the soft, full lips. Hotly in the hollow of her throat.”
“Where else?” she whispered, unable to help it. Her whole body was warm with arousal, languid and awash with sensations. Just those whispered words—the sound of his voice and that maddeningly light touch on her arm—had her picturing the sorts of things she hadn’t even thought about in months. Not with her husband…not with anyone.
Her nipples were thrust hard against her dress, her panties tight and uncomfortable against her moist sex. She was inching closer, her bare leg brushing his pants beneath the table, her face now close enough to feel the warmth of his breath falling on her hair. All because she wanted more. More whispers. More fantasy. More possibility…even if that possibility would be absolutely impossible to fulfill.
He finally answered her. “There are so many delicious places on a woman’s body. I love the collarbone—delicate and fragile, leading from the soft shoulder to the vulnerable throat.”
Lifting one hand, her elbow on the table, Gloria casually traced the tips of her fingers across her own collarbone, then let them rest at the base of her neck.
“The fingertips should be sampled, one at a time,” he murmured. “The soft hands should be appreciated for everything she does.”
That was all wonderful, but Gloria couldn’t help holding her breath, as if he was actually kissing her—tasting all those places—rather than just talking about doing it. And there were a few other places in particular that would especially benefit from some in-depth kissing.
“The breasts.”
That’d be two of them.
“Kissing a woman’s breasts is one of the most perfect things in the world. The skin is so soft on the tongue, the nipples so amazing when they get hard against the lips. They beg for attention, thrusting up, demanding gentle and rough, sweet kisses and deep sucking.”
She whimpered a little. Or a lot. Part of her wondered if she was a complete fool to have started this game, because it was going to be nearly impossible for her to get back to her room after this. Her legs were already quivering and weak; if she tried to stand now, she’d probably fall on her face.
Or right onto this sexy, dangerous man’s lap.
“The stomach…I love to bury my face in her stomach, not only to savor the softness of her skin against my cheek, but also to drive myself mad with the warm scent of her building arousal.”
She slammed her hand down on the table, unable to take another second of this verbal—very public—seduction. “That’s enough.”
His tiny half smile told her he knew exactly why she’d stopped him. “Something wrong?”
“I shouldn’t have come down here. In fact, I should have gone home and not stayed here alone tonight at all.”
The smile widened. “You’re alone here tonight? Your husband’s not upstairs?”
Oh, that had been stupid.