She gave way to his insistence, pulling him tight into her body and hooking a slim leg over his hip.She gave way to his insistence, pulling him tight into her body and hooking a slim leg over his hip. Garett felt her hips arch towards him, felt her groin press against his stiff shaft. Damn! How could he have forgotten the effect she had on him? Desire poured through him, intense and wildly exciting. He pulled away from her lips, looking down at her flushed face. Her lips parted gently and her tongue slipped out to moisten them. And her eyes.. Oh God! Her eyes.. Her lashes fluttered down gently as she arched her back, her breasts rising up in subtle invitation. His mouth found an erect nipple through the thin fabric. A small gasp escaped her as the friction of the cloth and the rasp of his tongue tantalized her sensitive tip. The hands on his shoulders started to kneed his muscles in rhythm with his stroking. He transferred his attention to her other peak already showing red through the thin fabric. One hand came up to caress her other breast. A soft groan slipped from her as she arched again, feeling the delicious tension start coiling in her torso. He pulled back, breathing hard as heat spread through his veins. She immediately slipped out from under him and to her feet. Garett closed his eyes and groaned inwardly. She was right. This whole thing was stupid. A ridiculous attempt to recapture some of the magic of youth. He raised his eyes to her, opened his mouth to apologize and froze. She was standing in front of the antique burner, the glow from it shining though her clothes and outlining her body clearly to him. Her eyes were intense as her hands came up to her neck. One by one the buttons on her nightshirt fell apart to expose her body to his view. He never even noticed when the shirt slid to the floor with a whisper. |