Free Designed for Love by Yvette Hines Page A

“What Lydia and I had was in the past.”
Stepping closer, he brought his body against hers. “In the present, right now,
there is only one woman.”
          “Who?”
She had to ask because she had to hear it. At that moment, she wanted nothing
else but a confirmation that he still cared for her. Even if it was only
physical desire, she needed him to want her.
          “You.”
His hand left her cheek and caressed down her neck then stroked her above the
collar of her dress. “I want to make love to you, Chelsi.” His torturous, seductive
hand glided back up and played along her bottom lip making it tingle. “Say
yes.”
    “Yes.”
          Vincent
paused as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard her correctly. Then in a blink he took
action. Scooping her up into his arms, he lowered his head and kissed her. This
kiss was unlike the wild, blinding obsession at his office or the gentle
passion he’d shown her in the kitchen; instead it was a determined ardor. This
one displayed his skill and dedication to her pleasure.
          Out
there in the back of his grand house, he took his time. Holding her body firmly
against his chest, he dipped into her mouth and claimed her. Moaning, she
wrapped her arms around his neck and gave back in full measure.
          She
wasn’t sure how long they stood out their devouring each other orally, but
finally he pulled back. Moving toward the house, he carried her as if she
weighed nothing. She was even surprised how well he maneuvered the sliding glass
door open then glided it shut with his foot. He never broke eye contact with
her, and every few feet he placed a peck either on her lips, her neck, or her
ear.
          They
hadn’t toured the house before their walk, and at that moment she could care
less about the architecture or the designs and decorations of the rooms they
passed through on their way to his room. At the bottom of the stairs, he gave
her another soul shaking kiss then another on the top landing.
          By
the time they arrived at his room, she was trembling with need. The desire to
feel his body naked and pressed along hers was maddening. Vincent laid her on
the bed then knelt at the foot of it, his knees pressing into the mattress, and
lifted her foot, removing one of her heels then the other. Once both shoes
dropped to the floor, he kissed the tops of her feet then moved to the ankles
and placed his lips there.
          Alternating
from one leg to the other, Vincent kissed and licked his way up to her knees.
Looking down on her, he said, “You are beautiful, Chelsi.”
          As
she looked down the length of her body while lying prone in the center of his
massive bed, her heart fluttered at his words. Her body had changed, filled out
since high school. It was nice to know that he liked the new Chelsi. “Thank
you.”
          His
hands circled her knees, tickling the backs. “Are you sure you want to do
this?”
          She
didn’t have time for doubt. If she allowed her mind to concentrate on why this
shouldn’t be happening and all that stood between them, she’d run out
screaming. “I just want to feel right now. I don’t want to think. Make
everything go away but this moment, Vincent.”
          For
a second, he just held her gaze. There was something in his sexy blue eyes. She
worried that he would disregard her request and press her for answers, but he
didn’t.
          “It
would be my pleasure.” Giving her a wicked, crooked smile, he slipped his hands
under her dress and slip and removed her panties without pause.
          As
he parted her thighs, she glanced down, hypnotized at the sight of his hands
caressing her. Those warm, long fingers looked perfect against her skin, like
they belonged there. She always enjoyed the contrast of their two skins. They
looked right and perfect.
          He
traced a line along the center of her thighs with his tongue slowly making its
way to the place she desired