Free The Fine Line Book One Between Worlds Series by Tracee Ford

and placed it on the
desk chair. The bowtie was next to come off and then his shirt.
    Her heart pounded with anticipation. In the
two months they dated, she had never seen him without his shirt on.
His abdominal muscles and biceps were chiseled gorgeously. The
faint trace of hair from his navel to the top of his tuxedo pants
made her smile.
    He walked to her and she stood. He turned
her around so her back could face him. She waited. His lips kissed
her back as she felt the dress loosen around her body. The sound of
the zipper being pulled down was her cue to step out of the dress,
and the fabric fell to the floor. She turned, standing in her black
lace strapless bra and matching panties.
    The kisses continued. His lips found her ear
and he whispered,
    “ You’re so
beautiful.”
    She sat back down on the bed as he knelt
between her legs. They kissed intensely as he loosened the clasp of
her bra and then tossed it away. She scooted onto the mattress and
then lay flat. Matt hovered over her. She ran her fingers through
his hair and then barely touching his skin, the tips of her fingers
traced designs across his smooth chest.
    He touched her face with his hand, lost in
her gaze.
    He inched her panties off of her hips,
passed her thighs and calves, and then her feet, also tossing them
to the floor. She felt his hand between her thighs as his lips
kissed her collar bone.
    Her hands found the zipper of his pants.
Frantically, she unzipped them. He wasted no time getting them off.
Her hand wrapped around him as he breathily kissed her lips.
    She closed her eyes as she felt his head
bend down and his warm tongue on her breast. Her hands ran through
his hair again and with every caress she surrendered.
    His lips met hers again as she pulled up and
pushed herself tightly against him. Carefully, she massaged him
with her hand, their lips continuing to press together. She was
very pleased with his size.
    She couldn’t wait.
    “ Do you have protection?”
she asked in between kisses.
    “ Damn,” he whispered. “No.
Honestly, I didn’t think this was going to happen. It was the
furthest thing from my mind.”
    “ I have some in my
dresser. Give me a minute.”
    He rested on the bed as she walked to the
dresser and dug into a drawer. She pulled out a plastic package and
then walked to the bed, rolling comfortably beside him.
    “ Didn’t mean to break the
mood,” she apologized.
    “ It’s okay.”
    He leaned back over her and kissed her. She
touched him again, stimulating and stroking him; making him ready
for her. When he felt hard enough, she ripped the condom wrapper
open and slipped the latex over him.
    Nervous and excited, she felt her stomach
fluttering inside her body. She felt his hands on her thighs as he
pushed them apart. He balanced himself on his knees as he took her
hand into his. Sweetly, he brought her hand to his mouth and kissed
each finger. When he released her hand, he balanced himself on his
palms. Slowly, she felt him push inside of her. Her head pressed
back into the pillow and a sigh escaped her lips.
    Slowly, she felt him moving. She wrapped her
legs around him as he leaned in to kiss her. They said nothing. It
was as if their souls mended together. Robin didn’t remember a time
when sex felt so spiritual; a foreign feeling that she
welcomed.
    Feeling his rhythmic movements, her hands
held tightly to his back. She loved his caring and gentle touches;
the whispers shared only by lovers. Willingly, she continued
falling into him; into his emotions and his arousal. No rush; no
urgency; just pure pleasure.
    She pushed against him and moved him to his
back as their lips met again. She sat beside him and kissed his
chest then moved over him. She pushed herself onto him and rested
her hands on his chest. She moved backward and forward slowly,
soaking up every sensation that her body produced.
    Eventually, his hands found hers, but she
pushed them onto the pillow as sighs left her lips.
    “ I love the way you