Free The Promise by Dee Davis Page A

right?" She was
standing in front of him, so close that he could smell the sweet
scent surrounding her. The word 'seductive' ran through his
brain.
    "I saw the painting."
    Her expression changed from concern to puzzlement and
finally embarrassment. A slight flush stained her cheeks. "I
painted it years ago, before…" Her voice trailed off.
    "Are we the figures in the painting, Cara?"
    She nodded mutely.
    Suddenly the questions he'd intended to ask seemed
unimportant. His hand moved of its own accord, gently cupping her
chin and lifting her face. She licked her lips nervously, the small
pink tip of her tongue fanning the flames already leaping inside
him. He had to taste her. Just one small sip of those sweet moist
lips.
    She closed her eyes as his mouth touched hers, her
lips fluttering under his kiss and he felt the fire grow in
intensity. One kiss was not enough. He pulled her closer, wrapping
his good arm around her, ignoring the slight pain the movement
caused. A tiny moan escaped her lips. With ruthless precision, he
used the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Their tongues met,
thrusting and retreating, dueling for some unknown prize.
    He felt his manhood press against the soft flesh at
the apex of her thighs. He could actually feel the warmth of her
through the thin satin. Perhaps the prize was not unknown after
all. He imagined how tight she'd be, how hot and tight.
    With a groan, he moved his mouth, trailing moist
kisses down the side of her neck. She threw her head back, allowing
him access, her eyes still closed. Pushing back the edge of her
wrapper, he kissed the soft alabaster skin of her shoulder, his
hand slipping between the satiny sides of the robe.
    He felt her nipple tighten as he rolled it lightly
between thumb and forefinger, satisfied when she moaned his name.
Exchanging lips for hand, he circled the taut bud with the tip of
his tongue, enjoying the contrast between her nipple and the silken
skin of her breast, his own body pounding for release. He could
feel the fire building, threatening to consume him.
    Lifting his head, he found her lips again, his tongue
invading the hot, wet sanctity of her mouth. She pressed herself to
him and he placed his hand on her bottom, pulling her closer,
nestling his shaft tightly against the hot crevice between her
thighs.
    He tangled his other hand in her spun gold curls,
feeling the fine strands wrap around his fingers, clinging with
almost a life of their own. He wondered momentarily what it would
feel like to wrap himself in her hair. God, she was
magnificent.
     
    *****
     
    Cara tried to think rationally, but it was
impossible. This was the stuff of her dreams. She moaned and
pressed herself closer, feeling him hard against her, his heat
burning through her robe. She wanted nothing more than to encase
him, feel him drive deep inside her again and again. Her tongue
mimicked her thoughts and she felt him answer her need with his
own.
    She ran her hands across the warm skin of his back,
feeling the hard muscle encased in sun-bronzed flesh. His beard
rasped against her face and she reveled in the contrast of the
velvety touch of his lips. The smell of him surrounded her, teasing
her with its potency, pheromones hinting of things to come.
    His hands cupped her face and he kissed her eyes, her
cheeks, her neck. Slowly, surely, he moved downward, until she
thought she'd scream with the need for him. His lips closed again
on her breast and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. He
nipped and played, enticing the shy bud into an appearance. With
each touch and tug, she felt the tightness within her ratcheting up
another notch, until she was strung so tightly she thought she
would explode.
    Her robe hung open now, her body exposed to his hands
and lips. She ought to feel like a wanton, but instead she burned
with a passion so strong it threatened to engulf her. His teasing
hand finally reached the soft curls the guarded her secret place.
Sensation shot through her and she