~Fantasy Lover Part 14~
Of their own accord, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, broad and perfectly sculpted. The heat of his chest seeped into hers, beckoning her with erotic and sensual promise of what was to come. And all the while he ravished her mouth masterfully as if he had spent many years driving women insane in the same way he had her in that exact moment. Every inch of his magnificent body was pressed intimately against her own, rubbing hers in a manner meant to only heighten her feminine awareness of him. And oh boy, she was aware of him in a way that shed never been aware of any other man. She slid her hands down the slightly pronounced muscles of his bare back and sighed as they bunched beneath her hands. Grace decided right then and there, that if this was dream, she definitely did not want the alarm to go off. Or the phone to ring. Or.... His hands roamed her back before cupping her butt and pressing her hips closer to his as his tongue danced with hers. The smell of sandalwood filled her senses. Her body molten, Grace explored the taut, corded muscles of his back that strained under her palms as his long curly hair swept across the backs of her hands. Michael's head swam at her warm touch,, at the pleasant feel if her arms wrapped tightly around him as he ran his hands over the whole of her soft skin. How he loved the sounds she made as she responded so provocatively to him. Mmm, he couldn't wait to hear her scream out in release. To see her head thrown back while her body spasmed around his. It had been so very long since he had last felt a woman's touch. So long since he'd had any human contact at all... His body was white-hot with desire, and if this were anything but their first time, he'd devour her like a sweet morsel of chocolate. But that would have to wait until she was used to him. He'd learned centuries ago that women always swooned from their first union and he definitely did not want this one to faint.
Not yet anyway. But still he couldn't wait another minute to have her. Scooping her up in his arms, he headed for the stairs. At first, Grace couldn't think past the incredible feel of strong arms surrounding her with heat, if a man actually picking her up and not groaning from the effort, but as they passed the large wooden pineapple at the base of her balustrade, she woke up with a start. "Whoa, buster!" she snapped, grabbing onto the carved mahogany pineapple like a life preserver. "Just where do you think you're taking me?" He paused and looked down at her curiously. In that instant, she realized that as tall and powerful as he seemed next to her, he could do anything in the world that he wanted with her, and she would be powerless to stop him. Yet for all the danger, some part of her wasn't afraid. Something in her gut told her he wouldn't intentionally hurt her. "I'm taking you to your bedroom where we cam finish what we've started," he said simply, as if he were discussing the weather. "I don't think so." He shrugged his perfectly broad shoulders. "Would you prefer the stairs, then? Or the couch perhaps?" He paused and looked around her house as if considering his choices. "Not a bad idea though, it's been awhile since I've taken a woman on-" "No, no, no! The only place you're going to be taking me, is in your dreams, now put me down before I get really mad." To her shock, he complied.
