A Trap So Tender by Jennifer Lewis Page B

pro.”
    “Taffy was a very gracious host. I felt like a medieval
princess up on such a huge horse, galloping through a remote landscape. I can’t
wait to do it again.”
    “Neither can I.” Riding with Fiona was one more item on a
rapidly unfurling list of things he couldn’t wait to do. But kissing her had
risen to the top.
    One kiss, no more. He had to be a
gentleman. She was his guest and despite their sudden intimacy, they’d known
each other only a few days. The wait would be well worthwhile if she were as
perfect for him as he’d begun to suspect.
    Before he had time to think it through, his mouth met hers.
Heat flashed over him as he drew her close, finally giving in to the urge that
had bedeviled him since their kiss earlier that day. The scent of her drove him
insane, and he had no idea why. Her slim, athletic body felt sensational in his
arms, and before he knew it one of his hands was exploring her well-toned thigh
and backside, and a raw shudder of lust rippled through him.
    She kissed him back with passion that stoked the flames ripping
and rising inside him. He could feel her hands tugging at his shirt, and he
gasped with pleasure as her cool fingers met the skin of his back. Before he
knew it his own fingers had caught hold of the zipper on the back of her dress
and were exploring the soft skin beneath it.
    Get a grip, James.
    But he couldn’t. Fiona’s hands now wandered into his waistband,
making him inhale sharply as his erection thickened. She sighed in his ear, a
soft, sweet sound that made all sensible thoughts fly from his brain. Oh, Fiona. He wasn’t sure if he said the words aloud
or not. Reality seemed very far away, though he was keenly aware of helping her
out of the fitted black dress that hugged her trim curves so enticingly.
    Naked on the sofa except for her sleek black bra and panties,
she was an unbearable temptation, desire shining in her dark brown eyes and a
flush of arousal darkening her cheeks.
    She unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it off, then licked his
chest in a way that made him groan unexpectedly. He returned the favor by
removing her bra and letting his tongue explore the sweet curve of her breasts
and the elegant arch of her neck.
    Her fingers sent shock waves of heat traveling through him
everywhere he touched, and his erection was now rock hard. As she helped him out
of his pants, he knew this was heading in one direction and one direction
only.
    “We need a condom,” he managed to rasp, clinging to the last
shreds of common sense. He knew he had some in his bedroom, but that seemed a
thousand miles away.
    “Don’t worry. I have it covered.” She didn’t hesitate for a
second, her hands now tugging at his underwear and releasing his very obvious
arousal. Her mouth moved over his erection, and he wondered if he was going to
lose consciousness entirely as she licked and sucked him into a state of near
madness.
    Her body was both soft and firm, enticing and athletic, and he
ached to wrap himself around it and sink in.
    Which he did.
    Fiona’s sweet sighs almost undid him as he entered her as
gently as he could. She responded immediately, lifting her hips and joining with
him in a rhythm that started out slow and deliberate, like a waltz, then grew
more and more frantic and frenzied, a crazy tango, until they were shifting
positions and pressing their skin against every part of the sofa in an effort to
prolong and sustain the intense and erotic pleasure that flowed between
them.
    It took every ounce of his honor, manhood and self-control to
hold back until Fiona climaxed, then he let go with a sense of relief he’d never
felt before. They crashed together onto the now-sticky leather and held each
other tight, gasping and groaning and soaking in the waves of incredible
pleasure.
    She’s the one.
    He knew it as he knew his own name. He didn’t love her, or
anything so simple and prosaic as that. He didn’t even know what love was. But
he knew he could spend his life