Free It's A Crime by C.E. Hansen Page B

this one next to him, a least for a while. He had a need to possess her soul as he had possessed her body last night.
    He hadn’t been raised in a loving environment; it wasn’t an excuse but it was a reason. His soul was empty, and it was up to him to fill it. He wasn’t completely deluded; what she wanted, what he wanted…needed, was a physical connection. True love had nothing to do with fucking, but tucked down inside him, he wanted more than to just fuck her, although no complaints there; he wanted to make love to her.  He wanted to feel her body next to him, wake with her like this. He was surprised at the constriction in his chest.
    Stop making yourself crazy.  Although incredible, and it was incredible, last night was, just that…last night.
    She started to stir. He tightened his grip on her with his leg, bringing her closer to him. He took a deep breath in, savoring the smell of her. He took another breath in, deeper, and tasted her on his tongue.
    H e lowered his eyes and found her looking at him.
    “Good morning, beautiful.” He leaned in, kissing her forehead. “Want some breakfast?”
    H er thighs tightened on his. His cock got harder, if that was even possible. His skin grew so taut he could feel his blood pulsing.
    “Well, good morning , Ace,” she cooed. “Coffee would be a necessity at this point. Breakfast in a bit.” Her voice was hoarse with sleep, sexy as all hell.
    H e drew in a deep breath, needing desperately to clear his head. He had to remain composed, when all was turmoil.
    “You got it. I’m just going to take a quick shower ,” he said calmly. He was anything but.
    H e tapped the keypad on top of his bedside table and walked toward the bathroom knowing full well she was watching, hearing the shower and steam turn on. Murmuring to himself about a cold shower…fuck that. Ice cubes couldn’t save him from the golden goddess who lay next to him last night, seeped into him, flowed through his veins.
    His cock got harder. He needed to have her beneath him again, wanted to drag his tongue slowly down between her breasts, dipping into her navel, lingering on the bone above her luscious mound before delving into her moist folds, and lick until they were sated.
    H e walked out minutes later, his erection barely contained. He looked up in time to see her tongue slide along her bottom lip. Was she fucking crazy? Didn’t she know what she was doing to him right now? He wanted to drop to his knees and show her the passion she elicited with her tongue.
    “Ace, mind if I take advantage of your personal spa in there?”
    “Take your time. I’ll go order us up some wakeup juice and something to eat.”
    “If I’m not out in ten you may want to send in the troops.”
    No troops, babe, just me and if I don’t leave this room soon, I won’t be able to.
    H e grabbed his robe and walked toward the kitchen.
    After ordering up their food, he picked up the robe she’d worn last night and held it close, inhaling her essence. He hoped he could make it through breakfast before…
    H e found myself trying to devise a plan to entice her into staying. He placed the robe on the end of the bed, and turned his head toward the bathroom door. She was singing. He smiled at the picture of her that flashed in his mind’s eye, naked, her curvy, succulent body covered with droplets of water glistening, a sultry chanteuse with a sexy as hell voice; fuck. Who was this woman? How was she able to pull something from him he hadn’t known existed?
    H e was seeking answers, but Grace didn’t exact any; all she wanted from him was his body. Funny, knowing she wanted only what he could give her did nothing to assuage his desire for her. Something tugged at him...deep inside him.
    H e always had perfect control when it came to women. He never wanted more than the occasional fuck, never cared enough. But right now, his cock was throbbing for her.
    She walked out of the bedroom, her long hair pulled up, messy, sexy bed