Free His Dark Obsession by Zoe Blake Page B

took hold of her left ankle. Sarah gasped at the contact of his warm hand on her cool skin. His long fingers easily wrapped around her trim ankle. He swung her leg up onto the bench. For the barest of moments, her legs were open with only the folds of the dressing gown protecting her modesty. Horrified, Sarah quickly swung her right foot up onto the bench, demurely keeping her knees together.
    A raised eyebrow and small knowing smile was Pierce’s only response. He returned to his usual camera, positioned a few feet away on a tripod.
    “Place your right hand up against your cheek,” he instructed. “Good girl. Now lick your lips.”
    Sarah licked her lips at his command.
    Pierce looked through the lens. She was beautiful. Her thick raven hair so long it reached the floor in waves of curls. Her hand resting against her slightly flushed cheek. The way she laid there like an innocent wanton. Her bright green eyes flashing untutored desire…an unknown need…all while she kept her legs chastely covered and closed…for now.
    After taking a few exposures, Pierce once again approached her prone form.
    Leaning down on his haunches, Pierce touched her soft cheek. He picked up one shining lock of hair, testing its weight, allowing the silken length to flow down his fingers. He then gently stroked the silver fox trim along the collar of the dressing gown…up and down…up and down…before dipping his fingers into the inside edge. Sarah held her breath as he continued the same motion, only this time his knuckles slid along her bare skin and the soft linen of her chemise. With each downward stroke, his hand moved a few more inches lower. Sarah’s lips fell open on a gasp when he brushed the top of her breast…still he continued the rhythmic caress…up and down…up and down…slipping further and further down.
    As the backside of his fingers skimmed between her breasts and navel, he could feel she had removed her corset. It would not have presented any challenge. He rather enjoyed cutting the last one off her. The shy act of boldness pleased him. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he slowly loosened the belt to the dressing gown, allowing it to drape open. He could see the faint outline of her dark pink nipples through the almost translucent fabric of her chemise.
    “No, I…”
    “Shhh, love.”
    He continued to slowly run his fingers along her linen covered skin, lingering over the flat planes of her stomach. Once or twice tracing his fingers even lower to graze the absolute top of her thighs.
    Sarah’s mind whirled. Watching his large tanned hand move along her body, slowly in languid strokes, was sending her senses in a twirl. Everywhere he touched seemed to come alive with pricks and tingles. When he stared at her with those deep sapphire eyes, so intense, so determined, it was almost her undoing. She had to close her eyes to try to snatch back the thin threads of sanity he threatened to undo. It was almost worse. With her eyes closed, she was even more sensitized to the movement of his hand. She heard a faint rustle as he adjusted his position to kneel before her. Using both his hands, she could feel the gentle pull on her chemise as he tugged on the small ivory ribbon keeping it closed.
    One. There were two more ribbons. The tiny silk ribbons her only protection from him. Two. He had pulled the second bow free. Another tug. Three.
    Sarah felt the undergarment slide open to her navel and whisper away from her body, to fall to her sides, exposing her breasts to his view. Keeping her eyes clenched closed, she tried to remind herself he had glimpsed her breasts earlier when he saved her life from that tight corset. The thought failed to calm her nerves. This was so very, very different.
    Still he remained silent. Still stroking her skin…up and down…up and down…one long lingering caress. Then, Pierce leaned close and placed an open mouthed kiss on her right pert nipple.
    Shocked, Sarah’s eyes flew open as she made to