Free The Passion Series by Emily Jane Trent

expression gave nothing away. But when their eyes met, the simmering lust was undeniable.
    “Your dessert, grilled fig-leaf panna cotta.” The waiter placed the small china plates, laden with the tasty treat, in front of them and disappeared. That was the last she saw of him.
    Ryan looked into Heather’s blazing green eyes. His swollen cock was already pressing against his pants. He wondered if he would be able to work his magic tonight.
    “There is no other woman in my life, Heather.” His piercing eyes held hers and her heart fluttered. She thought to argue, but it didn’t seem to make sense anymore. The mood of the evening was the stuff of movies. He was an actor, a good one at that. A fleeting thought that he was fooling her crossed her mind but evaporated instantly.
    She looked back and knew with her heart and soul that he was sincere. He had a certain boyish charm, combined with an utterly combustible sex appeal. She felt a weakness flow through her at the thought that he was truly hers.
    “Tell me you know that, baby. Tell me you won’t allow thoughts of anything else. My life is nothing without you. I know that. You belong with me. Tell me you can see that. I need to hear you say that.” Ryan didn’t move a muscle.
    Heather had no words to properly convey what she felt. She stood, her heart racing, her sex throbbing, and walked around to where he sat, so vulnerable at that moment. She took his hand in hers, feeling the electricity between them. She lifted his hand to her lips and kissed it. “I belong with you,” she whispered. One by one she took his fingers into her mouth, sucking them gently, never taking her gaze away from his awestruck face.
    He reached over to run his hand over her sleek dress, admiring her, holding back to savor the moment. Restraint becoming more difficult by the second, he reached up under her dress and gripped her lacy panties. He yanked and they came down. He reached behind and gave a possessive pinch to her round ass.
    He lifted her dress in the front, wanting to see her sex exposed. Heather felt flushed with him looking at her naked mound. He took his fill of the sight, in no hurry. Then he leaned in to kiss her over and over, her thighs, her outer lips, his hot tongue finding her tight clit. She sighed with pleasure.

11 – You Belong With Me
    Ryan stood and grabbed her in his arms, his mouth covering hers. He kissed her, his tongue sliding against hers. His hand grabbed her hair, freeing the chignon, letting the shiny blond mass of curls fall down her back. He’d never wanted her more.
    “I’m going to take you, baby. You’re mine.” He lifted her up into his arms and carried her over to the fireplace in the middle of the dining room. There was a huge, soft rug in front of it, inviting, although it was too warm for a fire. He stood her there and backed a step away. “Undress for me,” he ordered.
    Heather was beyond blushing. She wanted Ryan. She wanted to please him. Slowly, she undressed while he watched. She started by pulling down the top of the strapless dress. She pulled hard and her breasts sprang free, round and firm above the material. She’d needed no bra and the knowledge that there had been nothing under the dress but her lovely breasts made Ryan’s cock grow bigger.
    She carefully unzipped the back of the dress, watching the eager look on Ryan’s face as she lowered it to step out, barefoot. Her sandals had been left at the table, freeing her to rub his hard shaft inside his pants with her feet, more than once. Now she stood naked before him. “Turn around,” he commanded.
    She complied without hesitation. Ryan’s arousal increased when the tiny rose tattoo with the delicate green leaves revealed itself at the top of her right buttocks, abov e the top of the lace. Her firm round buttocks were barely covered by the lace strip. He undid the top of his pants to pull out his strong dick. “Bend over,” he commanded.
    Heather felt a throbbing inside