The Charmer

When she got close to the bed, he grabbed her hand and yanked her on top of him. “Tell me what you want. I’ll do my best to comply.”

She wanted to lose herself in the act, to let her mind drift and her body take flight. She wanted to forget the past and the present and future and just exist in a haze of pleasure. She wanted the warmth and touch of another human being. And most of all, she wanted that wonderful, exhilarating feeling of release with a man moving deep inside her.

She tore a packet off the strip and opened it, then, with deliberate care, smoothed it down over his erection. Without any hesitation, Tenley straddled his hips and lowered herself on top of him. When he was buried to the hilt, she sighed. “This is what I want,” she murmured, her eyes closed, her pulse racing.

“Me, too,” he whispered.

ALEX HADN’T BEEN prepared for how good it would feel. Maybe because it had all been so unexpected. He’d always taken his time charming a woman, knowing that once he got her to bed, his interest would soon wane. But from the moment Tenley had lain down beside him, Alex knew something remarkable was about to happen.

This wasn’t some game he was playing, a diversion that he found interesting until something better came along. This was pure, raw desire, stripped of all artifice and expectations. He closed his eyes and sighed, reveling in the feel of her warmth surrounding him.

He didn’t care what it meant or where it would go after this. All he knew was that he wanted to possess her, even it if was just for an hour or two on a snowy January night.

His fingers tangled in her hair and he drew her to his mouth. Though she didn’t possess any of the attributes he normally found attractive in a woman, he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. Her skin was pale, but incredibly soft. And her breasts, though small, were perfect. She was everything he’d never had before—and never wanted. Alex smoothed his hands over her chest and down her torso to her hips. Then he sat up, wrapping her legs around his waist and burying his face in the curve of her neck.

Tenley moved against him, her head tipped forward and her eyes closed. Her hair fell across her face and he reached up and brushed it aside, watching as desire suffused her features. Though he wanted to surrender to his own passion, Alex found it far more fascinating to watch her.

The intensity of her expression made him wonder what was going through her mind. She seemed lost in her need, searching for release in an almost desperate way. He reached down between them and touched her. A soft cry slipped from her lips and Alex knew he could give her what she wanted.

Her breath came in deep gasps and he focused on the sound, trying to delay the inevitable. And then, she was there, dissolving into spasms, her body driving down once more, burying him deep inside her.

It was all Alex could take, watching her orgasm overwhelm her. He surrendered to the sensations racing through his body and a moment later, found his own release.

Tenley nestled up against him, her arms draped around his neck, her lips pressed to his ear. “Oh, that was nice,” she whispered.

“Umm,” he replied, too numb to put together a coherent sentence. “Very nice.”

She drew back, a wicked smile curling her lips. “You want to do it again?”

“No, not quite yet,” he said with a chuckle. “Just let me catch my breath for a second.” Alex wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her down beside him, dragging her leg up over his hip. “This is a nice way to spend a snowy night.” She shivered and Alex rubbed her arm. “Are you cold?”