Which she was currently in danger of doing, his body almost touched hers, strong and well-defined, heat that magnetized her body until all she wanted was to mesh them together. He was so tall she had to crane her head to look into his eyes, their ardent depths mesmerized, aroused and scared her. He was so intense, his model perfect face frozen with unbearable need and aching love, love as clear as day, so fierce and irrevocable. How could he feel that way about her and why? He had everything he could possibly want, rich, cultured and so sexy he was every girl's fantasy. She on the other hand was just a white man's black bastard, unworthy of any acknowledgement.
Caught in his enthralling gaze she could not look away as he lowered his head for a kiss. Her breath caught as liquid desire flowed through her veins as his hot hungry lips took command over hers. Instinctively her arms wrapped around his shoulders her body curving into his and she opened up to him. Pleasure inundated her as his tongue swept through her mouth, tasting her as none ever had. He drank from her in long hard possessive sips, swallowing her hopeless moans, his slow hands sweeping up and down her back. Held secure in his muscled power she melted into him. En-flamed she devoured him, passion she had never experienced poured out of her with a raging need to consume and be consumed. Fire conflaged between them, need denied for too long. Nothing mattered beyond the desire necessitated.
She could not get close enough, the clothes between them felt so coarse, a hindrance to her need. Frantic, her hands swept under his t-shirt pushing it up as they glided over his ribbed torso, heat flamed from him and through her with delicious sensuality as she reveled in his hardness.
In one swift move, he had the shirt off, breaking their kiss for an instant that to her hungry need was like forever. She protested the separation only to rejoice at the feel of his naked skin, that erotic, delightful tensile silk scorching her through the confines of her clothes. Frenetic hands worked on the buttons of her blouse, tangling together in their mutual need, her bra unceremoniously ripped from her.
In unison, they groaned as her ripe breasts flattened against the rock-hard heat of his chest. She held him tight to her, reveling in the rough silken feel of his chest hair against her sensitized nipples. With slow erotic desperation, her nails raked his naked back to his growling approval. The animalistic sounds he made should have shocked her but for some reason they excited her, driving her desire for him higher. Never had she felt like this, so sexy and irresistible he could not get enough of her, his lips devouring her, his hands blazing across her body.
Breaking their kiss his lips closed over her nipple with devastating surety. A tug of pure sensation wrenched through her, connecting every erogenous zone she had including some she had been unaware of. She arched her back to give him more of herself, her hand holding him in place as she tossed her head back and screamed her pleasure. With teeth and tongue, he teased her, reducing her to mindless pleasure. Without reason she called out his name, rubbing her aching pussy against his thigh to relieve the pain of it. She needed more, wanted everything he had to give.
Nothing had ever felt this good; no touch had ever driven her like his. One of his hands toyed with her other nipple, pinching it between his fingers, pulling with just the right amount of pleasurable pain. She had never been one for the pain pleasure scene but this was too arousing, exquisite. Her body jerked with it, burned for more, undulating against him as her hands roamed his
Reacting to her unspoken need her cupped her butt then splayed her hot center against his straining shaft. Pleasure pierced through her nave to the rest of her body, a shock of electrical bliss freezing her in time with the twin assault of his teeth on her tender nipple before her body convulsed.
Sanity returned at the shocking pleasure, she pulled then turned away from his disturbing touch shaking her head as tears flowed down her cheeks. Picking up her blouse she put it back on, trembling with the urge to fling herself into his arms. What must he think of her? She had thrown herself at him like a sex-starved wanton, humiliated herself with her lack of morals. Trev was a man of noble character, no matter how she had thought he wanted to come between her and Ray he would never resort to underhanded tricks. She was the one at fault here, the one in a relationship, the one who had just cheated.
Something needed to give, she knew. Her relationships with the two men had irrevocably changed and it was all her fault. Why couldn't she leave things as they were? She just had to taste Trev, see if the reality matched the fantasies she denied she had. Now a maw of her own making had swallowed her, she couldn't have Trev and now she had ruined herself for the man she loved. How could she even claim to love Ray when she readily fell into the arms of the first good-looking male to show interest in her in a long time? She had to put a stop to it, had to regain her balance somehow.
She turned to face him surprising the most forlorn dejected look she had ever seen on him. He looked so lost, so hopeless she ached, yet she could not change what was.
