Free Dancing With the Devil (The Devil #2) by Heather C. Myers Page A

them.  Without a word, he took a couple of steps forward so he was mere inches from her before reaching out and cupping her cheek within his plan.  Harleen felt herself lean into his touch without thinking about it, but this only seemed to further Andrew’s resolve.
     
    “You know I’ll never hurt you,” he whispered to her, his dark hazel eyes serious and firm.
     
    Harleen couldn’t speak, and instead, she forced herself to nod.
     
    “If you want to stop,” he continued, another step towards her taken more by his impatience rather than by himself, “you need to tell me.  It will be hard, but” -
     
    “I want this.”  Her voice was softer than his was, but just as serious.  She didn’t need to say more, and he didn’t either.
     
    Andrew tilted his head downwards and placed his lips gently on her own.  The kiss was soft, like the flapping wings of a butterfly, and somehow, managed to take Harleen’s breath away.  If she was still unsure about whether or not she wanted this, she was sure now.  Her arms reached up and her fingers tangled themselves in his dark hair as he tilted her head back and deepened the kiss, needing to taste her once more.  Saying it had helped, but feeling it was better. 
     
    With subtle skill, Andrew began to lead Harleen backwards, not enough to distract her from kissing him, but enough so in a few moments they reached the edge of the bed.  Nobody spoke as Andrew wrapped a sturdy arm around Harleen’s waist and pulled her down to the bed, his body following her so he was on top of her, but not pressing any of his weight on her.  He kissed her again as he moved their bodies up more on the bed, and let his hand trace the outline of her side, needing to feel her body.
     
    Harleen had no idea what to do in return.  A part of her had been worried that he might not be pleased the way she was, but a bigger, more rational voice in her head told her to simply enjoy what was happening.  Instead of thinking, she was feeling, and that was what was important.
     
    “Let me take care of you,” Andrew murmured against her lips.  “You don’t have to worry about a thing.”
     
    Harleen could feel the butterflies take over, but she nodded as he tilted his head away from her and remembered to trust him.  He didn’t want to hurt her, he wanted to please her.
     
    Within moments, clothes were shed, littering the floor around the bed, and Andrew’s lips were back on Harleen as his hands explored her body.  Harleen wasn’t exactly sure what she was supposed to pay attention to first, but her body responded to his ministrations and even encouraged her to touch him in much the same way.  Her fingers had yearned to explore him and they did, running along the ridges of his abdomen before sinking into his back, hugging him tight against his body before burying themselves in his thick hair. 
     
    Andrew’s mouth left hers, but only to descend downwards, to trail kisses down the graceful column of her throat, to outline her collarbone, descending downwards even more in the valley of her breasts, before tilting and capturing a nipple between his lips.  Harleen gasped in surprise, but the feeling was pleasurable, and subconsciously, her fingers pushed his head even tighter against her.
     
    As he stimulated her breast, Harleen closed her eyes.  It wasn’t until she felt his freehand in between her legs did she realize just what it was he was doing.  They were callused and long and were itching to touch her, to please her.  She couldn’t help but spread her legs slightly, giving him better access to her core.  Of course Harleen had experimented with herself but she hadn’t yet achieved what she so desperately craved.
     
    “Come for me,” he said, trying to contain his own desire.  He wanted to make sure she was already wet and waiting for him.
     
    At first, it was hard for Harleen to concentrate, but Andrew was patient with her and soon enough, Harleen felt herself reach