Free Desperate and Daring 01 - Desperate and Daring by Ella J. Quince

new, and the rush of liquid heat that would spread through her skin like bath oil. He didn’t disappoint. His tongue thrust into her mouth, exploring and teasing. A moan escaped her. He pulled away, and she shivered as she sucked in a breath and looked into his eyes.
    “Was that what you wanted?”
    She nodded, a sensual smile curling her mouth. His eyes darkened with desire, the vivid blue now almost midnight. He walked around her, trailing his hand across her lower abdomen. He stopped behind her and swept the curls aside that had fallen to her shoulder. He leaned close, his lips brushing her ear. “Is that all you wanted?”
    Heather shook her head. Her breath was coming in excited little pants as anticipation skittered over her nerves. His arm snaked around her waist and he pulled her back against him. His other hand he brought slowly up and rested on her collar bone. He dipped his head and set his lips to the sensitive skin behind her ear.
    Heather gasped in shock and pleasure. Goose bumps erupted over her skin. She felt like shivering, but she was far from cold. His lips tickled in a wicked way, and she fought between the urge to squirm or press herself harder against him. She chose to remain still, afraid of where exactly this moment would lead, but also desperate to let go of her fear and just feel. She was tired of being afraid. Fear had been ruling her life for so long now and right now, she wanted this moment to be free of it. That is why she sought him out, she suddenly realized, because even though he caused a cascade of turbulent emotions inside her, with him, she would never know fear, with him she could defy the boundaries that had held her prisoner for so long.
    She moaned. It was unbidden, a release of all her pent up frustration. He stilled, but then his hands began to move with determination and Heather cared not where they went, but only what they made her feel. The hand on her collar bone slid down over her bodice in a light brush first, and then returned to settle over and then cup her breast. Heather arched instinctively, pressing herself into his hand. The hand that had been so still at her hip slid down, fingers pressing into her skirt, searching for the natural hollow of her body and pressing firmly.
    Heather jerked in surprise, the unfamiliar touch, and jolting pleasure something she had never experienced before. She never knew her body could feel like this and that a man’s hands could do such delightful things. He moved those fingers and Heather closed her eyes tightly as all her senses focused there, and she accepted the pleasure without reservation. She gave herself over to it. Slipping from her mental moors and sinking into the moment like a row boat with a leak. Pleasure filled her, pulling her deeper as the weight of it overcame her, and she sank into its depths, submerged in desire and sensation.
    His hand squeezed her breast firmly, and then his wicked fingers slipped under her bodice and chemise to tease her skin without barrier. She gasped and then bit her lip, her excitement and eagerness burning through her veins. His full hand now cupped her breast, skin to skin, and he squeezed her nipple between his thumb and index finger. She cried out, the pain and pleasure of it breaking over her as she now gave her weight to him, and her body.
    He groaned in response and came around her to push her back against the door. Heather’s eyes dragged open and she took a much needed deep breath, but then he was there again, pressing his hard body against hers. He stole her mouth in a vigorous kiss. His knee pressed between her legs until she opened them to accommodate him. She could feel him against every inch of her body, feeling the ridge of his manhood against her stomach. Now she felt the tiniest sliver of panic, the unknown that she was forging into. She resisted it, still unwilling to invite fear into this moment that was just hers and his. She mentally pushed it away and took another deep