Free Hearts Out of Time by Chris Lange

let you on a little secret. In my universe, we sleep in T-shirts this short.”
    She lifted the hem of the thick night dress right up the top of her thighs to demonstrate. Although she defied him in the worst possible way, she hadn’t expected his impulsive reaction.
    Bolting toward her, he took her in his arms. His mouth crushed hers, his firm lips intent on showing her the extent of his indignation.
    Startled, she still could have pushed him back but jaws opened inside her. Hungry, ravenous. She wanted this out-of-her-world man, and she’d have him.
    Turned on by his resolute touch, she parted her lips, seeking his tongue, enfolding it in the warmth of her mouth. She was pretty sure he intended to pull back before things got too far, in spite of his arousal.
    But he fell into his own trap.
    Tongues entwined and swirling, she moved into his embrace to press her wound up body against his. She felt him hard upon her stomach.
    He slid a hand behind her neck, kissing her as if his life depended on it, caressing her tongue, drinking her lips until she moaned, her whole body awakening to desire, starving for downright possession.
    “Garrett, look at me.” She spoke in a low voice as she took a step away from him and discarded the long nightgown.
    He did. He looked at her unwaveringly, his eyes betraying the same starvation stirring within her. What did he see when he stared at her? She tried to envision herself as he must view her, through their haze of mutual desire.
    Her blond hair brushing her shoulders, tender pink lips swollen from their kiss, skin glowing in the soft light, nipples erect, legs slightly apart and all her feminine curves calling for the touch of a man’s body. His body.
    “I want to see you too,” she said in a husky voice.
    He loosened his bathrobe and let it fall to the floor. He was magnificent with wide shoulders, a broad chest, a taut belly, narrow hips, and below, pure lust now in full command of his otherwise composed demeanor.
    Still staring at her, he reached for her nipples. He grazed the sensitive flesh before rubbing her buds with gentle hands, twirling them between deft fingers.
    She gasped under the enticing caress, excitement coursing through her body, a deep drum throbbing between her thighs.
    In slow motion, he lowered his hands to hover above her stomach, already drifting toward her moistness, not quite sliding one finger into her, probing, closing down on the delicate swelling. He fondled it ever so leisurely, all the while watching the blurred emotion in her eyes.
    When he touched her soft spot, her pulse went wild and she thought she’d pass out from desire. Sex wasn’t new to her, but this raw, compelling sensation was. She felt paralyzed, defenseless against the heat waves flashing within her, the relentless ache crying out for his touch, demanding release.
    Legs quivering from sudden weakness in need of support, she put her arms around his neck and brushed her breasts against his chest. He caught his breath. She could feel him rock-hard upon her belly.
    “Tracy.” His voice spoke to her heightened senses.
    He’d called her ‘Tracy’ for the first time and the sound of her name on his sensual lips triggered sparks deep within her loins.
    Ensnared by her lasciviousness, he forgot his rigid politeness. “Dear Lord, I fear holding back is beyond my means. Would you please allow me to honor you?”
    Tracy had to repress a sigh. That was a question no men ever asked her, at least not in this deferential fashion. But Garrett belonged to another world, and he made the request with reverence. It was wholly unexpected and staggering. She had longed for him, now the desire he fully admitted eclipsed her expectations.
    “Yes, oh yes,” she said a bit breathlessly.
    He bent his knees a little, seizing her waist, lifting her, letting her fall down on him. She engulfed him into her moistness, taking his stiff shaft all the way up inside her. The fierce sensation extracted a cry from