Free Silver Miracles by Fayrene Preston Page A

of her nipples until they stood upright and tight, actually throbbing for the moist encasement of his mouth.
    But it never happened. Instead, without ever taking his eyes from hers, he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it. Then, ever so gently, he covered her with his half-naked body. The fine curling hair of his chest was a sensual abrasion against the swollen sensitivity of her breasts, and, supporting himself on his forearms, he began rocking against her.
    Trinity moaned in helpless pleasure as the hard lower portion of his body ground against her at the same time that the upper half of his body barely grazed the tenderness of her skin, teasing her to a new plateau of passionate desire.
    Hearing low murmuring sounds coming from deep in her throat, Trinity realized that she was arching under Chase in a provocative invitation that she had to stop.
    "Chase . . . no . . ."
    He moved off of her but kept his hand on her breast, gently caressing it. "Look up at the ceiling," he commanded softly. "Can you see the way my hand strokes you, the way your body strains toward mine?"
    In spite of herself, Trinity’s eyes were drawn to the mirror above them, and she was captured by the erotic image the two of them made. She could see that Chase’s eyes were on her, watching her reactions. He was propped up on one elbow, one leg thrown across hers, his body nestled into the side of her.
    "Do you see the way my fingers trail over your skin and up onto your breast?" His voice reached out, velvet-soft and seductively low, flowing fluidly over her. "Can you feel my touch in the pit of your stomach at the same time that you see my hand on you?"
    "Chase . . ." Trinity gasped, meaning to sound a protest, but instead hearing his name come out as an aching whisper.
    "I can actually feel your body quivering under my hand, Trinity. Your body responds to mine as it does to no other. Admit it."
    "No," Trinity moaned.
    He continued, working insidiously on her mind. "Think how we would look completely naked, the beauty of your soft body against the hardness of mine. . . . Imagine how my back would look, tensed and ready, right before I plunged into you. . . . Think how my hips would look as I moved in and out of—"
    "Chase . . . don’t."
    He was rolling her nipple between his thumb and two of his fingers, making her nearly crazy with a need that was becoming almost impossible to deny.
    "It would be a slow motion at first, until you begged—"
    "Stop it!" she cried.
    "And then the movements would be very fast . . . up and down, around, in and out."
    Trinity’s breath was coming in great hurtful gasps, yet she couldn’t seem to take her eyes from the mirror that so perfectly reflected back their images.
    He persisted. "Can you see it, can you feel it?"
    Of course she could feel it. Of course she could see it, and she knew with a great certainty that she couldn’t take much more!
    The shrill ring of the telephone in another part of the apartment proved to be the distraction and the opportunity Trinity needed. She rolled out from under him and grabbed for her blouse. Holding it against herself, she gasped, "What are you trying to do to me?"
    Chase sat up and reached calmly for his shirt. "The same thing you’re doing to me. Turn you inside out with wanting."
    "You promised—"
    "I didn’t promise anything," he retorted very definitely. The ice was back in his eyes, and the sharpness of his voice cut her like a newly sharpened knife. "What I said was that I wouldn’t try to pressure you into my bed, at least for a while." He stood up, shrugging into his shirt. "And I haven’t."
    "What do you call what just happened then?"
    "I didn’t ask you to let me make love to you, did I?" His tone was neutral, almost indifferent.
    "You didn’t have to, Chase. The way the velvet strokes of your words paint erotic pictures in my mind is more than adequate to set my imagination on fire. It will be a long time before you get me alone again."
    He gave her a