and, finding everyone to be otherwise
engaged, took his hand. She hurried with him to ward the other side of the
building.
“I think you’re the prettiest girl at the picnic,” he commented,
pulling her close when they were out of sight of the crowd. Den trailed a long
finger down the side of her face, picked up some of her hair and let the locks
sift over his hand.
The wispy ends of her hair tickled her neck. She quivered from his
light touch.
“I love your big, beautiful hazel eyes and how they look at me so
intently,” he continued. “I love how your rich, brown hair glints with shades
of red in the sun. I appreciate your intelligence and sense of humor. I don’t
ever want to let you go, see sadness in your eyes or to find harm come your
way.”
He feathered his lips over hers. She trembled against him. Wanting
him against her, she dislodged another button so she could bare more skin and
rest her cheek against it.
“I know you’re finishing college shortly, and you’re planning on finding
a job on the strip.”
She nodded, deciding to unbutton the rest of the fastenings of his
shirt, and stroked her hands along his chest.
“I want us to take our relationship to the next level,” he stated
in a shaky breath. “I’d like to speak to your father about marrying you.”
“Really?” She raked her
fingernails across his nipples and watched them peak. “That would be wonderful.
The last performance of my play is next Sunday afternoon. You can come to
dinner with me and my family afterwards. That should present a good opportunity
to talk to him.” Hope traced a path on his chest with her tongue.
“You keep this up, we might find
ourselves in a state of disarray. And what would happen if someone were to come
by? If your father were to find out that you’re not exactly the good girl
everyone thinks you to be?” Den stepped back, holding her at arm’s length. A
shadow fell over them. He glanced up at the sky. A dark cloud had formed
overhead and several more appeared to be blowing into their area.
“You’re right. But you don’t know how much I want you right now. I
want to feel you against me, your hot slick body sliding against mine.” To
bring the point home, she stepped forward and laid her hand on the bulge in his
pants. Just as she expected, it was hard.
He detached her hand from him and held it. “You know we can’t do
anything right now. Not with the LAN party about to get underway.”
Hope frowned and batted her eyelashes. “Can’t I have even a little
kiss?”
As she desired, Den yanked her against his body, cupping a breast
in his hand, and claimed her mouth. With a happy sigh, s he relaxed and molded into him. His mouth sensuously moved upon
hers and , when it parted , she followed suit, allowing
his tongue access to search and conquer. Hungrily, wanting him more
than ever, she matched his movements, undoing his ponytail and running her
fingers through his long, soft hair, reveling in its silkiness. She moved her
hand down to the front of his pants where she’d been before. Again she cradled
him and massaged his cock through his shorts. His tongue delved deeper into her
mouth. His fingers tweaked the growing nipple beneath her shirt and bra.
Happiness, combined with a feeling of
forbidden pleasure, created a stormy sea of sensation within her. She was lost
and found in his kiss. With him she truly believed she was safe, secure…cherished.
When he pulled away and looked down upon her, she knew she had found her prince
charming, her proverbial knight in shining armor.
Den clasped her in his arms. She nuzzled
her cheek along his chest again and, as she gazed upon the community’s pool
area, movement caught her attention. She could have sworn she saw Mr. Jenkins
duck behind the corner of the building.
Chapter Three
Though
Den didn’t want to let go of his girl, he knew the LAN party would be starting
inside soon. Plus, he still had to figure out what the deal was with
Jody Lynn Nye, Mike Brotherton