Ship of Dreams (Dreams Come True Series Book 2) by Rebecca Heflin Page B

simply lifted a hand. “As you see.” The corner of her mouth lifted, bringing out the dimple he’d wanted to kiss since the day he met her.
    His body told him to dive in. His brain told him to savor everything about her. All that silky skin, beautiful breasts, firm tummy, and those legs. Yards of lean sexy legs. His gaze traveled over her as she stood brazen and unrepentant. His eyes met her deep blue ones, hooded now with desire. Breathtaking!
    “Take your hair down.”
    She complied, lifting her arms, she freed her hair, spreading it around her shoulders, covering her breasts. A modern-day Lady Godiva. As his breath came out in shallow huffs, he had to remind himself again to take it slow. She licked her lips, and he stifled a groan.
    He approached her, taking her hips in his hands. She reached out for his belt buckle. “Uh-huh.” He cuffed her wrists and held them behind her back, making her breasts thrust forward. “We’re on Nathan-Time now. Slow and easy like a southern summer.”
    “But—”
    “No ‘buts.’” He spun her around and steered her toward the bedroom and got an eyeful of a glorious tight ass for his trouble, lifted even higher by those killer shoes.
    The bed had been turned down and the lights were low. Laura tried to spin around, but he held her. “No.” He snaked an arm around her waist and drew her against him, pressing her delicious derriere into his erection. He skimmed his other hand up her breasts, sweeping aside her hair, before cupping the column of her throat, and gently held her there while he rained kisses down her neck to her shoulders. She tasted better than any fine wine. Like hot, juicy summer peaches.
    He inhaled her scent, the same expensive perfume she’d worn when they’d had a chance encounter on a busy Manhattan street. But this time he could smell the woman underneath. Heady and erotic.
    Her hands reached behind her back for him. He grasped her wrists again and dragged them back in front of her. “Am I going to have to tie you up?”
    “Been there, done that.” Her breath came out in ragged gasps.
    His stomach knotted with desire at the image of Laura laid out on a bed, hands tied. Almost on the verge of sensory overload, he turned her in his arms and gazed into a face so sensual, lips still swollen from his kisses in the elevator, eyes blurred and drowsy. He cupped her jaw. “Laura, look at me.”
    She raised her eyes to his.
    “It may take all night, but I’m going to kiss every inch of you. You think you can handle that?”
    She nodded.
    “Good. I think I’ll start here and work my way down.” He pressed his lips to the dimple at the corner of her mouth.

 
    Chapter 8

    Laura groaned. Her standard romps were a frenzy of heated kisses, discarded clothes, and lecherous gropes. Your basic wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am encounters. Couplings so physical and unemotional they might have been between two wild animals.
    But this. This was delicious torture. Like slowly roasting alive, while enjoying every minute of it. Nathan knelt in front of her, his mouth and tongue leaving hot trails across her bare stomach, while his hands performed wicked delights in their wake. Grasping her hips, he pressed his face to her core. Her legs buckled and she collapsed onto the bed.
    How had Nathan taken control? How had she let him take control? Control was her middle name, and the bedroom was no exception. But as she lay back on the bed, she realized she liked it. Giving over to someone else was just as heady as taking control. She indulged in a languorous stretch while she watched as Nathan removed his jacket and shoes, unbuttoned his shirt. His eyes never left her. She could feel them caressing her like a lover’s hand.
    Peeling off his shirt, he tossed it on a chair atop his jacket, revealing a muscular chest and a tight belly. A light-brown patch of hair trailed down his abdomen and disappeared into his waistband. She licked her lips when his hands dropped to his belt