Free Coming Attractions by Rosie Vanyon Page B

restraint, he eased his hips up and down, lifting
her slight frame as he moved inside her, creating an exquisite friction between
them.
    It was only moments before her
carefully crafted control began to unravel and she watched his eyes glint. She
knew he must notice the frantic edge creeping into her breath, the flicker of
impatience in her gaze, the skittish fervor in her moves. As if to confirm her
thoughts, his command rapidly slipped loose, too.
    In a heartbeat—two—she watched him
surrender to his raw, masculine requirements. Seemingly driven by a need deeper
than animal pleasure, Levi clamped his hands on her hips and pulled her down on
him hard even as he thrust his cock inside her. And he roared his hunger and
relief.
    She tilted forward, her hair
brushing his face, his chest, her mouth seeking his, devouring his lips,
sucking, licking, biting. Her legs pumped, trying to get as much of him as she
could, trying to keep his hot, hard rod buried in her center, wanting him to
stab into the very heart of her femininity.
    He shoved his cock inside her again
and again, jerking her down against his hips, almost hard enough to bruise.
Their breath was all over the place, their limbs entangled, their moans and
cries of unsated lust mingling in the air, their movements uncoordinated in their
sheer desperation for completion.
    Levi paused and, before Cara could
even take a breath to protest, he maneuvered her onto her back in one speedy
twist and was between her legs, back inside her, more fully than before. He
propelled himself rhythmically into her and she arched up to meet him,
perfectly in tune.
    The movement was too ideal, the
angle too perfect, the friction too relentless, the pressure too intense. It
was only a handful of moments before first Levi and then Cara catapulted into splintering
orgasm.

Chapter
Six
     
    She looked like a woman who had
been thoroughly ravished, Cara thought as she finger-combed her hair in the
bathroom mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were puffy, her eyes were
over-bright, and her aura would put a hundred watt Sylvania to shame. Though
she considered herself fairly fit, she hurt in places she didn’t even realize
she had muscles in.   But they were good
aches. Very, very good.
    It had been a long time since she
had been with a man, she thought. Probably too long. For the past two years,
she had been wrapped up writing and selling Lost
Treasure, as well as juggling some bread and butter work on a television
series and a part-time teaching load. There wasn’t a lot of room in her life
for intimacy. Even her cat, Tarantino, had run away from home, moving in with
the young family next door and only deigning to visit Cara every few days. Cara
couldn’t blame him.
    But even if she had last enjoyed a
lover yesterday, he would have vanished into the shadows cast by Levi’s
scorching performance. The man was a magician, a god, an orgasm machine. Never before
had she lost herself in the pleasures of the flesh. Never had she surrendered
to a man and the delights he proffered.   Levi’s
loving was all spice and sex and sin wrapped up in a bundle of playful humour
with a surprising heart of tenderness.
    Everything about Levi seemed
perfect. When they had grown hungry in the middle of the night, he had
resurrected their dinner and they had eaten together, cross-legged in bed. When
she grew sleepy, he held her close and fondled her hair until she drifted off.
When she awoke, he talked softly with her about everything and nothing.
    “You ought to be careful,” she
warned her disheveled reflection. “A girl could get addicted.”
    As if she wasn’t already, she
thought, loosening the front of the scarlet floral kimono to deepen the vee at
her cleavage. “Scarlet the harlot,” she murmured delightedly under her breath,
and winked at herself in the mirror. Then, she sashayed back to the bedroom to
see if she couldn’t coax a morning fix of her new favorite drug.
    “Mmmm... Breakfast.” He