Modern Romance October Books 1-4. Miranda Lee

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      There was such sensuality to his movements and such arrogant confidence too as, his eyes not leaving hers, he pushed his trousers down and revealed the erection she’d touched and had buried deep inside her but had never looked at.

      Everything inside her seemed to melt into a puddle.

      With a sigh that seemed to come from her very soul, Sophie watched him rid himself of the last of his clothing and then he was as naked as she, but dark where she was light, hard where she was soft...

      Those whirling eyes were devouring her in the same way hers devoured him, sweeping over every inch of her naked form.

      For years Sophie had worked hard sculpting her body to be the best it could be. It had never been enough. She had never been the best.

      Pregnancy had liberated her in so many ways, more than she could ever have expected, and now, for the first time in her life, under the weight of Javier’s sensuous stare, she felt beautiful.

      She felt like a woman.

      It came to her then that she’d been waiting her entire life to feel this way but then the thought was swept away before it had fully formed as he leaned down and set her mouth on fire with his kisses all over again.

      She closed her eyes and embraced it, wrapped her arms around his neck to embrace him.

      And then he made his way down her body to kiss her in places even fellow dancers’ eyes had never seen.

      Over her swollen, sensitive breasts, kneading them, caressing them, so close to her he would be able to see and hear the jagged beats of her heart. Over her thickened stomach, a circle around her belly button, his tongue and mouth leaving trails of fire in their wake. He kissed and touched her everywhere with such expert precision that when he parted her legs to bury his face into her pubis her eyes flew open and, chest shuddering, she was pulled back to reality.

      Sophie stared at the ceiling, a feeling rushing through her that she was part of a game that involved painting by numbers.

      She was in danger of losing her mind but from Javier there was no sound other than his lips against her flesh.

      The thought dissolved when his tongue flickered against her most feminine nub and then she did lose her mind.

      Squeezing her eyes back shut, she submitted to the pleasure he was evoking in her, submitted to the pulses thickening and swelling deep inside her and let go, letting him take her high into a land where nothing but white light shone.

      Only once the sensations had abated did he move back up her body and position himself between her legs.

      Again came the distant thought that this was painting by numbers for him.

      There was no danger of Javier losing his control.

      He was going through the motions.

      He had given her pleasure and now it was his turn.

      But, again, the thoughts were pushed away as he covered her with his glorious body and drove himself deep inside her, filling her so completely that she was helpless to stop the cry that flew from her mouth at the sudden drive of pleasure.

      Javier adjusted himself so his elbows lay by her shoulders and began to move, concentrating hard as he thrust deeply into her.

      He had to keep his concentration.

      Otherwise...

      A black void beckoned him. It was a void falsely dressed in sunlight, a trick, a mirage, a promise of...something beautiful but which was a lie. It was a void with razor-sharp teeth hidden beneath its seductive exterior.

      He had to concentrate.

      He wanted Sophie to have the pleasure. All of it belonged to her. He would take his too but his would be the release of sex. He would not allow it to be anything more. He could not.

      And so he gritted his teeth and kept his head exactly where he needed it to be and let Sophie’s reactions guide him.

      Dios, she was so hot and tight around him...

      Do not let go.

      Hold on. Keep your head. Close your senses to the woman lying beneath you. This was only normal pleasure, nothing special. It meant nothing.

      Nothing at all.

      His resolve teetered when her fingers burrowed into his hair and he found her wide-eyed stare, full of wonder, piercing straight through him.

      He shifted his position slightly and upped the pace, then screwed his eyes tightly shut and banished the sight of her open-mouthed sighs from his retinas.

      But he couldn’t banish the sighs from his ears. They deepened, becoming moans. The hand tracing marks up and down his back tightened around him, the fingers burrowed in his hair grabbing as she crushed herself to him, limbs wrapped tightly around him as if she were melding herself to become a part of him.

      He felt her climax as powerfully as if it belonged to him. It gripped him and pulled at him, winding him tighter and tighter...

      The sensations were...

      Incredible.

      Dios, this was like nothing he had ever felt before, stronger and deeper than even their first time together.

      He was starting to float, the void right there before him, ready to swallow him into its dangerous depths...

      Right before he could fall into it, sanity found its way to him. Clenching his jaw so tightly that only the slightest extra pressure would see it snap, Javier turned his face from Sophie and forced his eyes open.

      His gaze burning a hole in the wall, his attention wrenched far from the woman coming undone in his arms, he accepted the rush of his own, determinedly unremarkable release.

      It was over.

      When he was certain Sophie had taken all the pleasure she could, he let out a breath and rolled off her onto his back.

      He swallowed hard, his gaze now fixed on the ceiling, and braced himself for her to say something.

      For a long period of time the only sounds in his bedroom were their breaths, both ragged.

      There was light movement beside him, the shifting of air...

      He turned his head to see her slip into the bathroom.

      She locked the door behind her.

       CHAPTER SEVEN

      SOPHIE SOAKED IN the bath she’d rerun for herself until the water went cold and her toes had turned into prunes.

      She did not want to go back into the bedroom and face Javier’s cold shoulder.

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