Free All He Desires: The Invitation (#1) by Erin Lark Page A

Gentle. A brief taste of what was to come.
    God, I love it when you do that, I wanted to say, but the words never passed over my tongue. My other clients treated me as though I were their plaything, something only they could have. But my favorite—the man I was with now—understood. He always made sure to address my needs as well as his own.
    I sucked in a breath when he pressed his body against mine, his abs rippling along the small of my back. He pressed his hard erection to me, inviting me to push back against him. He groaned. Stepped back. But we didn’t separate.
    I corrected my posture, but I didn’t open my eyes. My back felt cool without him against it, but I knew it was only a matter of time until he closed that small gap again. It happened a lot sooner than I thought, but what I didn’t expect was to hear him say my name.
    “Kira,” he began. “You’re shaking.”
    I wet my lips and urged my body to stay still. It didn’t help. “Sorry.”
    “Are you cold?”
    I opened my eyes and glanced down at the mug of tea. Steam continued to rise from the water’s surface. “I’m okay.”
    “Are you sure?” He kissed behind my ear, which forced a fresh wave of goose bumps to appear all over my body.
    I shivered. “Just anxious I guess.”
    “Is that so?” Another kiss, this time against the side of my neck. My collarbone. “And how am I making you anxious?”
    Oh like you don’t know. “Your lips…”
    “Like this?” He kissed my ear.
    I shuddered from the chill that raced over my spine. “Mmm hmm.”
    “Oh, but I do love to make you squirm.”
    That’s not all you’re doing. I reached for the counter when I felt the world toppling to one side. He wouldn’t let me fall, but even as he tightened his arm around my waist, he was slowly sending me into orbit with his lips. No man had ever kissed me the way he did. It was almost as if he had all the time in the world, and he used up every minute of our session making sure when he left, all I’d think about was him.
    The room started to spin, and I had to remind myself that we weren’t moving at all. We were still in the same place. Had his hand gotten a little lower? I drew in a shaky breath to clear my head and get myself on solid ground, but it did little for the fact that yes, his hand had moved. It was still moving.
    The hand he’d used to remove my garments was pressed against my left hip as he explored the curves of my slender frame. A few inches taller than I was myself, the experiences we’d shared were probably the main reason why we'd become such as passionate pair. No, he’s always been like this.
    Even during our first appointment, he was in no hurry to get himself off. Not unless I got to do the same.
    Still holding me in place with his right arm, he moved to touch the gentle swell of my breasts. His fingertips left a trail of flame beneath them as they circled around pink flesh, closing in on my nipple when I sucked in a deep breath.
    There was no thinking with him around. Forget thinking. What about breathing? There was none of that either. Suspended in time, there was no need for thoughts, breath or any of the other common necessities I couldn’t think of right now.
    It didn’t matter how similar today’s motions were to yesterday’s. Perhaps it was the mystery of not seeing his face that caused me this excitement when compared to all the others, but none of that mattered now. Just this moment.
    I struggled for breath as my vision swept from one corner of the room to the other. Thus far, I’d managed to keep my legs together. Keeping upright on the other hand was something else entirely. I shifted my weight, favoring my right leg while still consciously trying to keep both as straight as possible. Knees locked.
    I can’t honestly say how long we’d been standing there in the middle of my kitchen, but as the scent of oranges wafted through the air, I wagered it had been at least a few minutes. More than enough time for