Designed for Love

When she looked at him, he cupped her face and searched her gaze. “I’m no saint. Hell, the only angel I’ve ever known is you.” He blue eyes shone bright in the lamp lighting fixed around his patio. “What Lydia and I had was in the past.” Stepping closer, he brought his body against hers. “In the present, right now, there is only one woman.”

“Who?” She had to ask because she had to hear it. At that moment, she wanted nothing else but a confirmation that he still cared for her. Even if it was only physical desire, she needed him to want her.

“You.” His hand left her cheek and caressed down her neck then stroked her above the collar of her dress. “I want to make love to you, Chelsi.” His torturous, seductive hand glided back up and played along her bottom lip making it tingle. “Say yes.”

“Yes.”

Vincent paused as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard her correctly. Then in a blink he took action. Scooping her up into his arms, he lowered his head and kissed her. This kiss was unlike the wild, blinding obsession at his office or the gentle passion he’d shown her in the kitchen; instead it was a determined ardor. This one displayed his skill and dedication to her pleasure.

Out there in the back of his grand house, he took his time. Holding her body firmly against his chest, he dipped into her mouth and claimed her. Moaning, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave back in full measure.

She wasn’t sure how long they stood out their devouring each other orally, but finally he pulled back. Moving toward the house, he carried her as if she weighed nothing. She was even surprised how well he maneuvered the sliding glass door open then glided it shut with his foot. He never broke eye contact with her, and every few feet he placed a peck either on her lips, her neck, or her ear.

They hadn’t toured the house before their walk, and at that moment she could care less about the architecture or the designs and decorations of the rooms they passed through on their way to his room. At the bottom of the stairs, he gave her another soul shaking kiss then another on the top landing.

By the time they arrived at his room, she was trembling with need. The desire to feel his body naked and pressed along hers was maddening. Vincent laid her on the bed then knelt at the foot of it, his knees pressing into the mattress, and lifted her foot, removing one of her heels then the other. Once both shoes dropped to the floor, he kissed the tops of her feet then moved to the ankles and placed his lips there.

Alternating from one leg to the other, Vincent kissed and licked his way up to her knees. Looking down on her, he said, “You are beautiful, Chelsi.”

As she looked down the length of her body while lying prone in the center of his massive bed, her heart fluttered at his words. Her body had changed, filled out since high school. It was nice to know that he liked the new Chelsi. “Thank you.”

His hands circled her knees, tickling the backs. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

She didn’t have time for doubt. If she allowed her mind to concentrate on why this shouldn’t be happening and all that stood between them, she’d run out screaming. “I just want to feel right now. I don’t want to think. Make everything go away but this moment, Vincent.”