When the tragic death of Inanna's parents leaves her utterly alone, meeting a handsome stranger in a bar awakens her darkest fantasies and changes her life forever.
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No one could have predicted the car accident that took the lives of Inanna's par...
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No sooner had I agreed than Paz gathered our belongings and ushered us into a dark Mercedes SUV, a black-garbed man holding the rear door for us. The male joined the driver in the front once Paz and I were seated. I gave the driver my address, and we set off.
Yet Paz kept me in his arms. Held tight against his left side with his arm around me, his other drew circles on the bare skin of my right thigh, teasing me with the potential of his hand so close to the focus of my arousal. Shivers of sensation rippled over my skin.
We didn't speak. Probably a good thing. I was having a hard enough time breathing through the lust surrounding me, accelerating my heart, and pearling my nipples. Part of me wanted to throw caution to the wind, climb onto his lap and ride him there in the wide backseat. I'd never been so bold, but I'd used up my courage inviting him home. Nerves churned in my belly, butterflies beating their wings in frantic flight, competing with the warm humming in my veins.
My mind went over his words again and again.
Did he really mean it? My last boyfriend wouldn't. It had been fine for me to suck him off, but he'd refused to reciprocate. Nothing "kinky," he'd insisted. It was always strictly missionary, and if I didn't finish before him, that was too bad for me.
Too shy to experiment in high school, it had taken until the third year of undergrad before I'd decided to go for it, to punch my v-card with my boyfriend, only to regret the experience immediately afterwards. He'd taken my virginity and made fun of my inexperience. The sex had not been pleasant, and only marginally acceptable afterwards. Neither relationship lasted longer than a few months.
Now, at twenty-eight, I'd had more fun with my vibrator than any man. At least, until tonight. To have a man go pearl diving? To want to? Damn, that had been a fantasy of mine for so long. The hair rose at my nape as a shiver ran down my spine. Would it live up to my ideas? Was I ruining the most erotic experience of my life by trying to pursue more? Could it really be better than our dance?
The way he kissed and held me. Another wave of gooseflesh rippled over my thigh. Yeah, he knew what he was doing. There was no hesitancy in him.
The car stopped and my pulse leapt as I looked out.
We'd arrived.
The driver came around and opened Paz's door. I exhaled a quiet, shaky breath. He stepped out, and I slid over the seat, and his hand helped me to stand. We climbed the steps to my front door, and I dug into my purse to retrieve my keys, then unlocked the door with trembling fingers and invited him in.
Paz closed the door behind us, locking the deadbolt, then pounced and pressed me to the door with his powerful body. Mouth descending, he scattered my thoughts, then sent my pulse skyrocketing when his hands raised my dress to grip my ass where thigh and ass met, lifting me. Eagerly, I wrapped my legs around him. The first press of his shaft against my wet core tore a cry from me, need bursting like fireworks within my flesh.
