Free Solstice Surrender by Tracy Cooper-Posey Page A

welcoming thrust against his hand. She leaned back against him, her head rolling to one side to rest against his shoulder, her surrender complete.
    Jenna took a deep, shuddering breath, blinking against the image as it faded in her mind. Her body was taut, thrumming with hot sexual need.   Her cheeks warmed as she glanced at Rhys.
    He returned the dress to the rack, silent.
    But she could feel the same throbbing tension pushing through him. She didn’t need his thoughts to feel it. It was rolling off him in waves—sudden, sharp and thrilling.
    Her thighs inside the jeans seemed to prickle against the denim…and every fold, every seam of the cotton garment against her pussy and ass rubbed with a delicious friction.
    Jenna realized she was standing stock still in the middle of the floor, staring at nothing. She took a slow step over to another rack of jewellery and accessories and pretended to study them.
    Her labia had swelled and sensitized. She longed for a hand to slip into the slick moisture there and caress the slippery folds. She wished wildly they were anywhere but here so Rhys could come up behind her and slide his hand inside her jeans and stroke her clit. Perhaps push even deeper and slide inside her.
    Quickly, before she could reconsider, she threw the image at him, her heart thudding at her own daring.
    She caught her breath as Rhys’ thoughts slid into her mind, echoing her images. Yes . I could do that. But I would start with this….
    The images continued. She saw/felt Rhys press up against her from behind. His arms came around her waist—and in his thoughts her waist was admirably insubstantial. He rested his hands over her hips, moving his fingers in restless little circles across the soft denim there. He could feel the prominent rise of her hip bone through her jeans and found it wildly arousing, just as he found the width of her hips appealing.
    His lips pressed hard against her neck.   To Jenna, his touch – even in her imagination – was hot and electrifying, but Rhys’ thoughts as he tasted her skin were of her delicate bouquet.
    Heavenly. Your scent wreathes my thoughts, subdues them .
    While her heart banged wildly against her ribs, Jenna glanced sideways. The dress shop was merely an enclosure between four of the massive pillars that marched through this section of the hotel and three sides of the store’s walls were made of glass. The fourth solid wall hid a back-of-the-store area and the change rooms.
    Although the stand of accessories hid Jenna from anyone directly in front of them, including the bored saleswoman at the cash register, anyone passing by on the outside of the store might notice.
    But notice what? She simply stood admiring the jewellery and Rhys was on the other side of the store, his fingers caressing the soft cool velvet of the gown as he thought his wicked thoughts.
    Two could play at that game.
    She sent her hot, aroused package of thoughts/emotions/feelings to him, along with a sequence of events: his hand creeping beneath the light jacket she wore and swiftly parting the top three buttons on her shirt. The anticipation that simple action would set up! Her breasts would ache for his touch, the nipples would tighten with sharp, almost painful excitement. The shirt would sag open a little and his hand would slip inside, immediately capturing her breasts. His thumb and forefinger closed around the nipple, stroking it.
    Rhys returned her thoughts, echoed them and expanding on them. His images showed him doing those actions.
    Close your eyes. Immerse yourself in it . Even his mental voice crackled with harsh excitement.
    She willingly closed her eyes and his images immediately bathed her in a wash of heady sensual pleasure. She felt his hands unbuttoning her shirt and her nipples crinkled hard in anticipation. But Rhys took it much further than that for he, the experienced one, understood the lack of limitations.
    With her eyes closed, she saw Rhys pull her around to face