Free Reaching the Edge by Jennifer Comeaux Page B

“I’d do anything for you.”
    I stared into his eyes, not doubting for a
second what he’d said. I pressed my mouth to his, and as we swayed
to the music our lips hovered within a breath of each other. This
was a moment I wanted to hold onto forever.
    Sergei brushed his hands up and down the
plunging back of my nightgown, leaving a trail of goose bumps on my
skin and an aching need for more of his touch. Soon, he would know
every part of me – every part of my body, my heart, and my soul.
And as much I couldn’t wait to give myself to him, I still felt
anxious.
    The song ended, and Sergei’s feet stopped
even though the music quickly resumed with the next song,
“Sunshower.”
    “Can we keep dancing?” I asked.
    Sergei massaged the small of my back. “I’ll
dance with you for as long as you want. We can take this as slow as
we need to.”
    I tenderly grasped his face. God, he was
amazing. I hugged him closer and held on tight.
    “I’m just a little nervous,” I said quietly.
“I wanna be everything for you.”
    Sergei pulled back slightly so he was looking
into my eyes. “You already are.”

    My heart melted again, burning like the
candles on fire all around us. Sergei was doing exactly what I’d
said in my toast – making me feel immeasurably loved. And I wanted
to give him that same feeling.
    His open collar beckoned, and I reached up
and touched my lips to his throat. He took a long swallow as I
kissed my way north to his jawline. Pausing between kisses, I
rubbed my nose against his faint stubble, breathing in his spicy
scent. Who needed alcohol – I could get drunk off the essence of
him.
    Sergei sank his fingers into my hair and
captured my mouth with his. I moaned softly and clung to his
shoulders. The breadth and depth of his kiss left me dizzy,
overcome by the heat singing in my veins.
    Sergei stopped to look at me, tracing his
thumb along my bottom lip. He didn’t say anything, just kept his
eyes fixed on mine. They’d become more hooded with passion. The
aching within me grew stronger, and I leaned into him, feeling all
hesitation disappear, letting my body take the lead. I wanted to
feel Sergei’s hands on me. I needed to feel his hands on
me.
    “Why don’t we go inside?” I whispered.
    He trailed one hand down my arm, lacing my
fingers through his, and he held onto my hand as he blew out all
the candles and turned off the stereo. Covered in darkness, I
couldn’t see his face clearly, but I could feel the wanting in his
touch as he walked behind me to the door, his arms circled around
my waist.
    The melody of a soft piano concerto met us in
the bedroom. I turned to Sergei, and he stole my breath again with
a long and searching kiss. My robe fell at my feet, and Sergei
gently nudged down one strap of my nightgown with his mouth,
placing his lips on my shoulder. My pulse pounded in my ears and
raced in my chest.
    This is finally happening.
    I grasped the front of Sergei’s shirt and
undid the top button. He gave me a little smile and I returned it,
watching his eyes sharpen as I slowly unbuttoned the rest. I wanted
to savor each and every second.
    Laying my palms on Sergei’s chest, I slipped
his shirt over his muscular shoulders and down his tight biceps.
His skin was so hot, so smooth. With the lightest touch, I ran my
hands across his sculpted abs and around to his back as I kissed
him just below his silver pendant. His heart was beating as fast as
mine.
    Sergei’s hands settled on my hips, and he
clutched my nightgown, sliding the silky material up and over my
head. I stood almost completely bare before him, trembling with
anticipation. He took in all of me, electrifying me with the fire
in his eyes.
    “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,”
he said, enveloping me in his arms.
    He was hard all over, and as I pressed
against him he grew harder. We spun into a flurry of hands and
kisses everywhere – on my mouth, his neck, my breasts, his chest –
not stopping until my