Free Lifelong Affair by Carole Mortimer Page A

sparkled deeply
green in her anger.
    Alex
shrugged. 'What's wrong with that?'
    'Nothing—if
you happen to be a damned machine!' she snapped furiously. 'What you're
proposing is inhuman!'
    His
frown of puzzlement seemed genuine. 'I don't see it that way.'
    'That's
obvious!'
    He
sighed. 'Look, if you're worried I won't be able to give you a fulfilling
physical relationship I can always show you now that you're wrong.'
    Morgan
backed away from him, from the cold determination in his face. 'This is no way
to make love .. .' she told him weakly as he pushed her gently back against the
cushions.
    'Perhaps
we won't make love now,' he agreed. 'Although I think I should show you that we
could physically give each other pleasure.'
    'You're
so clinical!' She pushed ineffectually against his chest as he bent over her.
    'I
can be less so,' he promised throatily. 'You're very beautiful, Morgan. Let me
show you how good it could be between us.'
    It
wasn't a case of 'letting' him do anything—she couldn't stop him! Maybe
if her emotions hadn't already been heightened by the trauma of the day she
might have been able to stop him—and maybe she wouldn't! At the first
touch of his lips that now familiar languor swept over her body, and she was
powerless to resist anything he did.
    He
kissed her with long drugging movements of his mouth, devouring her, drawing
her into him so that she had no thoughts but those of pleasing him and being
pleasured by him in return.
    And
he did pleasure her, slowly moving the zip of her gown down her spine, pushing
the soft black material off her shoulder, exposing pert pink-tipped breasts to
his avid mouth. He didn't take the hardened nipple completely into his mouth,
teasing it with the warm moistness of his tongue until she groaned with needing
more than that, then he left that breast to the pleasure-giving ministrations
of his fingertips, his mouth moving in slow hot kisses between the valley of
her breasts to the other waiting nipple.
    She
gasped at the sudden sucking on the taut bud, the teasing bites of his teeth as
she arched against him, her fingers intwined in the darkness of his hair as she
held him to her. She was completely under his sexual domination, and knew by
the tautness of his thighs that her body aroused bim in return. But it wasn't
enough for her, she wanted him to be more than aroused   by   her body, wanted   him to   shake under
her caresses too, to know that as a woman she pleased him.
    With
a slight shift in their positions on the sofa she was able to be slightly above
him, and so in the dominant position herself, her breasts still knowing the
fevered caresses of his lips and tongue. She felt him stiffen as she began to
slip the jacket from his shoulders, and then he relaxed, sitting up slightly to
help her take it off completely, his mouth nuzzling her throat now, biting
erotically into her earlobe.
    She
quivered in reaction, squirming against him, her hands shaking as she slowly
unbuttoned his shirt, loving the muscled hardness revealed to her caressing
fingers. Her mouth kissed and tasted every area of his chest, teasing the male
nipples in the same way he had caressed her, feeling him shudder in response.
    He
gasped. 'No woman has ever—How did you know          -'
    She
smiled down at him in satisfaction. 'Intuition,' she murmured throatily.
    'Do
you know any other—intuitive caresses like that?' he groaned, a high
flush of sexual pleasure to his lean cheeks.
    'I'll
make them up as I go along,' she promised against the tautness of his hard
stomach.
    And
she did. Her caresses were all instinctive; she had never known the full
intimacy of a man's body before, but found she loved the barely leashed control
of Alex's, making no protest as he again took over, kneeling beside the sofa as
he slipped her dress off completely, only her black lacy panties covering her
nakedness now.
    'You're
perfect!' Alex groaned as he covered her body with his, one hand caressing the
firm