Perfect Harmony by Sarah P. Lodge Page B

Chase’s chest as he sways left and right with every
step.
    The elevator rides passes me by completely, and the next
thing I see is his fingers punching in the security code for his penthouse.  He
continues to sway as we venture through his home and I catch glimpses in the
corner of my eye of the cavernous but minimalistic living room, a giant floor
to ceiling window that stretches across the entire wall and on to a balcony
with an unhampered view of the New York Bay.
    We rise again and again, in strong vibrant steps, up and up.
    I realise we’re climbing a twisting staircase that spirals
up into the next floor and then we move through another hallway, so clean and
immaculate and beautiful.  I catch more glimpses, this time of a library with
wall to wall bookshelves.
    We reach the end of the hallway and he pushes the heavy door
open with his shoulder.  He carries me through and kicks the door closed behind
him.
    The flood of silver moonlight pours through the windows and
illuminates an enormous four-poster bed.
    He walks towards it and places me gently down on the silk
bedspread like a sleeping princess, all the while, his eyes never leave my own,
fixed on me and drugging me with his desire and want.
    He removes his tie and his tuxedo jacket, throwing them to
the floor.  His feet kick off his shoes, and the entire time he pierces me with
those dark eyes, his mind consumed with only one thought.
    Me.
    Chase sighs heavily and climbs on to the bed.
    Before I know it, his hands are all over me, caressing my
body and sending me into a state of electric shock.  His lips kiss my own, and
he takes me in a powerful embrace, the passion growing stronger and stronger as
we taste each other’s mouths and tongues, hungry for one another.  The hunger
becomes unbearable.  His mouth presses against mine, so full of heat and sex,
wet with the scent of our bodies mingling in the air between us.
    His hand cups my breast over the thin fabric of my dress and
I lean my head back and gasp.
    His lips caress my neck, his fingers tracing my body down
from my chest and to my shaking waist.  My breath is so heavy, his lips now
kissing my neckline, the roughness of his stubble grazing against my heaving
bosoms.
    A hand grabs my head and tilts it up, and his lips are on my
own again, his hand cradling the back of my head and pushing our faces together
in deep intense passion.  And I kiss him back, reckless and powerful and alive
and not giving a shit about anything except him and me right now, together and
free.
    His kiss, oh god, his kiss.  His fingers.  My body feels
like it’s rising off the bed with every touch, a haze of desire and longing
clouding my mind.
    His hand grabs my gown and rips the top down, the sheer
force snapping the straps around the back, causing the dress to tumble down and
expose my naked breasts.
    The cool open air brushes my nipples and pebbles them into
hard points, his fingers squeezing and kneading and massaging them with such
calculated ferocity, his lips now trailing down my neckline, hot and heavy and
wet, then up again and nibbling my chin and licking my throat.
    I feel taken over, my sex buzzing and humming and begging
for him.  His touch is so intense, and it teases me like a coiled spring,
tightening and tightening with no end in sight.
    His enormous hands cover my breasts, his fingers playing
with my nipples, and then wet, his tongue now circling the nub with pleasure,
his hot steamy breath pounding against my tender skin.
    I grip the silk bedspread with curled fists, holding my
breath as he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks.
    So gentle and smooth, but somehow rough and dominating, he
suckles and twirls his tongue around my tight swollen nub, then moving to the
other breast and sucking and twirling and breathing and tasting.
    I gasp, my breath so tiny and desperate, the feel of his hot
tongue filling me with a devouring all encompassing fire.
    His fingers caress my bare thigh, lightly stroking