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.Grace gasped when she felt his fingertips meet the edge of her lace panties, her legs tightening on either side of him.As his fingers moved over the round curve of her bottom, tracing the delicate pattern of the lace, Grace whispered his name as she clutched the front of his shirt.“Michael … What are you doing?”“I’ve been imagining how this lace would feel all night.I couldn’t wait any longer to find out.Do you want me to stop?” he asked as he looked into her eyes, which most certainly revealed the raging desire she was feeling at that moment.The sexy curve of his lips let Grace know he liked what he saw.“No, don’t stop.Don’t ever stop.” She threw her body against his, wrapping her hands into his hair and kissing him without any inhibitions as a wild 363V I C T O R I A M I C H A E L Scurrent of excitement poured out of her.Grace’s breathing grew erratic as she became more and more caught up in Michael and how good he felt in her hands, on her lips, and against her skin.She forgot they were in a car, or that there was another person a few feet away.Only Michael existed.He filled her every thought, and the rest of the world simply disappeared.His fingers touched her shoulder, and Grace felt one side of her dress glide effortlessly off her shoulder, coming to rest near her elbow.His eager kisses covered the newly exposed skin of her collarbone and trailed his fingertips down to the lacy curve of her bra.The heat of his breath on her skin set everything in its path aflame.The tingling in her chest immediately spread out to her arms and down to the rest of Grace’s body, filling her with desire.Michael moved to the edge of the seat and without separating their lips, he rolled her onto her back.The slight chill of the leather sent goose bumps up her arms, making Michael laugh.“Cold, sweetheart?”“No.” She kissed his neck.“Actually, I feel incredibly hot right now.” Grace smiled as she felt him hike her skirt higher, his hand now running along the smooth skin of her abdomen.“We’d better do something about that then.” He lowered his body onto her, pushing Grace deeper into the seat, and she gasped in pleasure at the sensation of his body against hers.She only wished he wasn’t wearing so many clothes.“Do you have any idea how badly I want you right now?” he asked, as he slid his tongue slowly down the center of Grace’s chest.Her hands frantically tugged on his shirt, untucking it from his pants and allowing her better access to his chest as she moved her hands under the fabric.The smooth muscles of his abdomen were so soft, yet solid underneath.As her hands moved over his skin, Grace heard him moan her name in a deep, husky voice that made her body quiver.Once she heard that, Grace couldn’t get the buttons on the front of his shirt freed fast enough.Her fingers fluttered over the tiny plastic circles, and as the last one popped open, she paused to drink in the sight of his bare chest only inches away from her.Just as her lips made contact with his now heaving chest, she felt the limo come to a stop.Michael must have felt it too, because he gave her a quick kiss then sat up in case the divider lowered a crack.“We’re here, Mr.Andris, and they’re just about to start,” George said over the intercom, wisely giving them their privacy.364B O Y C O T T S & B A R F L I E SGrace let out a small groan of frustration, but Michael easily kissed her irritation away before he paused to button his shirt.As Grace ran her fingers over her swollen and freshly kissed lips, Michael reached over to retrieve their coats which had been knocked onto the floor in their romantic haste.He helped Grace back into her jacket and pulled a blanket from a hidden shelf before opening the sunroof again.“What are we doing now?” Grace watched as Michael popped his head up through the top of the limo, holding a hand out for her to join him.She squeezed out through the hole in the ceiling to find them parked along the river downtown, with a perfect view of the cityscape [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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