Free Surrender My Love by Lisa Eugene Page A

fabric of her bra, delighted to be in his thoughts. She sensed him shift forward slightly and could feel a humming intensity radiate from him. He wasn’t touching her, but his power vibrated the air and sprinkled her skin with goose bumps. She didn’t need to look at his face to see the midnight shade darkening his stunning blue eyes.
    “Show me .” The whisper was a breeze blowing gently across her cheek.
    Her fingers trembled as they moved slowly and started to unbutton her white dress. She started at her neck, then fumbled open each button that followed in line down the front of her dress. One by one. She stopped when she reached her waist, feeling cool air feather against her skin. The edges of the dress gaped open, revealing her white cotton bra.
    " Take it off your shoulders,” he said slowly, his voice smoothly purring from his throat.
    Still memorized by the vibrant colors of the painting , she slowly pushed the fabric from her shoulders. A liquid warmth swirled through her, giving her a strange exhilaration.
    “Take off your bra. Let me see you r breasts.”
    Chloe complied, u nsnapping the front clasp. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly now as she bared herself to his assessing gaze. Her body eagerly anticipated his touch, craved the attention of his nimble fingers. Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples pulled so taut they were painful. She couldn’t think. She didn’t want to. This was always responsible, prudishly-repulsive , old woman Chloe Bennett doing something she’d only allowed in her dreams.
    “You’re beautiful, Chloe,” h e whispered huskily. “Touch yourself.”
    Chloe didn’t stop to ask herself why she was doing this, why she needed to do this. She moved her palms to her sensitive breast s and cupped the supple flesh, lifting and squeezing, surprised by the intensity of the pleasure that washed over her. She was growing slick with desire and could feel the dampness seeping hot between her thighs. The ache thrumming in her groin was rapidly consuming her body.
    “Are you wet, Chloe?”
    She nodded, just a slight dip of her head. She didn’t dare look at him. The red hues of the painting captured her focus, the colors burning hot and sultry. She tugged her nipples between her thumb and index finger and a flaming current sizzled through her. She clenched her thighs, trying to assuage the cloying ache .
    She inhaled deeply when she felt the pads of his fingers slowly follow the line of her neck. His touch whispered over her skin, leaving a cascade of startled hair flocking behind.
    “So soft… so beautiful…”
    She tossed her head back and closed her eyes, drowning in the exquisite sensations of his touch and knowing that his dark gaze was devouring her. She felt naughty and uninhibited, so entirely unlike herself.
    He was quiet for a moment, even his breathing seemed to still. Then hearing the grunt of a low curse, she felt the urgent pressure of his lips on hers. Chloe gasped, assaulted by pleasure that roared through her body with the strength of a torrential storm. His lips ravished hers, his hand moving to cup the back of her head. She enjoyed the press of his supple lips moving savagely over hers. His tongue swept into her mouth, gliding and probing, thieving the breath from her throat with deliberate swipes. His teeth tugged on her bottom lip, then he suckled it, soothing the sharp bite of his kiss. She savored his delicious taste and swallowed a moan that rolled from his throat. She feared her knees would buckle from the onslaught of sizzling sensations. She’d never been kissed like this before, and sadly she realized she’d never truly been kissed . After a long while he pulled back, and she could hear the rasp of his unsteady breath.
    “ Enough.”
    Chloe’s eyes flew open. It was as though she’d been doused with a bucket of ice water. She stared at him as her blood pulsed with desire and embarrassment. Her body screamed for more of his touch, but already she