Her Heart's Desire by Lauren Wilder Page A

send tremors of lust coursing through her.
    ‘I think you know the answer to that question, Marisa.’
    ‘I don’t, I don’t know.’ She wanted to hear him say it, voice his intentions, make it clear to her. She couldn’t bear to go into something with him only to find it was just one night of sex.
    ‘We are falling for each other,’ he said. She felt herself swoon, squeezing his hand.
    ‘Yes, I believe we are,’ she said quietly, their eyes never faltering from each other’s gaze. Her heart was hammering with lust as he kept stroking her hand, his eyes never leaving hers.
    ‘I think it’s time we got to know each other a little better. Come on, let’s get out of here.’ He signalled for the waiter and paid the bill, helping her into her coat. He took her hand and led her out of the restaurant into the cold London night.
    He wrapped her collar up to protect her from the chilly wind blowing in off the river. She smiled and wished he would kiss her hard on the lips and never stop.
    ‘Righty ho, time to get you home and tuck you into bed, I think!’ he declared with a wink as he grabbed her hand again and strode purposefully ahead, making her skip a little to keep up with him.
    ‘Oh.’ She giggled. ‘Are you sure that‘s all you want to do?’
    He smiled and stopped, looking intently at her as he hooked a strand of long silky hair in his elegant finger and tucked it behind her ear.
    She shivered at his slight touch, aching to feel his kiss. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he cupped her face gently in his strong elegant hands and kissed her.
    She felt breathless and dizzy with lust, overcome with passion as she finally knew how it felt to have him touch her, kiss her, and desire her.
    He looked into her eyes then fumbled in his jacket pocket. Producing a key, he held it up to her.
    ‘I have a place here on the Thames; I use it when I’m in town on business.’
    ‘Let’s go,’ she stated without hesitation, giggling as he took her hand again, and they hurried along the narrow moonlit streets.
    Marisa felt as though she were floating on air. Her heels now seemed to dance effortlessly over the cobbles as she held onto him, revelling in the newfound intimacy between them.
    James strode purposefully alongside her, practically lifting her off the cobbles as he hurried along.
    They stopped outside an expensive-looking building, a warehouse conversion facing the river. Once they were inside the lift climbing to the penthouse, he wasted no time in showing her his true intentions. He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately, pulling her to him with fervor, he covered her face, neck, and mouth with his desire.
    Marisa held onto him, weak with lust, and she could feel his hardness pressing into her groin, making her desperate to feel him inside her!
    They entered the apartment, and he took her coat, ever the gentleman.
    She stared at him, transfixed with longing, as he hung her coat and walked back towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. She could see immediately that he was very aroused, his cock rock hard and clearly defined in his smart chinos.
    ‘I don’t want to rush you,’ he whispered as he stroked her face and neck, caressing her with his eyes. His hands moved down to her breasts, touching them lightly, making her shudder with delight.
    ‘I didn’t mean for this to happen so quickly.’ He kissed her softly, barely touching her with his lips, teasing her as his stroking fingers made her nipples poke through the thin fabric of her blouse.
    ‘I don’t feel rushed. I want this, I want you,’ she whispered, watching him with anticipation, his eyes gazing into hers, mesmerizing her.
    ‘Then may I show you the bedroom now?’
    ‘Oh, yes, please,’ she replied. She couldn’t wait to feel him naked next to her. The chemistry between them was electrifying.
    She shrieked as he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down gently on the bed then pulled her to him