~Fantasy Lover Part 20~
In the meantime, she decided she would do something for him she doubted anyone else ever had before, she was going to see to it that he enjoyed his reprieve in New Orleans. The other women might have kept him confined to their bedrooms or closets, but she wasn't about to put chains on anyone. "Well, then, let's just say that this incarnation is for you, mister." He looked up from his food with sudden interest. "I'm going to be your servant," Grace continued. "Whatever you want to do, we'll do. Whatever you want to see, you'll see." One corner of his mouth lifted in wry amusement as he took a drink. "Take off your shirt." "Excuse me?" she asked. He set his glass aside and pinned her with a hot, lustful stare. "You said I can see what I want to see and do what I want to do. Well, I want to see your naked breasts, and then I want to run my tongue-" "Whoa there dude, simmer down," Grace said, her cheeks scalding, her body white-hot. "I think there should be a few ground rules while you're here. Number one, there won't be any of that." "And why not?" Yeah, her body demanded in a half begging, half angry inner voice. Why not? "Because I'm not some alley cat with her tail up in the air waiting for the nearest Tom to come over, stick it in, and leave." Michael cocked his brow at her wholly unexpected, wholly crude analogy. But even more surprising than her words was the amount of bitterness he heard in Grace's voice. She must have been badly used in the past. No wonder she was skittish of him. An image of Penelope flashed through his mind, and he felt a stab of pain so ferocious in his chest that only his staunch military training kept him from wincing. He had much to atone for. Sins so great that not even two thousand years could begin to compensate for them. Closing his eyes, he forced those thoughts away. That was literally ancient history and this was the present. Grace was the present. And he was here for her. Now, he understood what Selena had meant when she'd spoken to him about Grace. That was why he was here. He was to show Grace that sex was enjoyable. Never before had he encountered anything like this. As he looked at Grace, a slow smile curved his lips. This would be the first time in his life he'd ever had to pursue a woman for his lover. No
woman had ever turned his body down. What with her wit and stubbornness he knew getting Grace into bed would
prove to be every bit as challenging as outwitting the Roman army. Yes, he would savor this. Just as he would savor her. Every sweet inch of her.
