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An Excerpt From: EDGE OF SWEETNESS
Copyright © ANYA BAST, 2006
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Then he shifted his head, slanting his mouth over hers,
and the kiss was no longer a tasting but a taking. His tongue and lips
seemed to gain total control over her mouth, pulling all the breath from
her lungs and leaving her shaky. The kiss was a possession, dominant and
sure.
She could feel herself growing warmer and wetter, and
the nervousness she’d felt just moments ago bled into slow, thick desire.
His hands roved her back and found the zipper to her dress. Other than
their combined breathing, the only sound in the room was the zipper coming
undone and the whisper of her dress sliding down her body to pool at her
feet.
His palms found the bare skin of her back. His hands
were warm and comforting and Savannah
felt herself giving in to this man and what they’d do together tonight.
It had been so long.
He broke the kiss and looked down at her half-clad body.
She wore a black lace panty and bra set and nude thigh highs. Approval
shone in his eyes.
Savannah
reached out and eased his suit jacket over his shoulders and off then went
to work on the buttons. Every undone button revealed more lusciously
muscled chest. The man worked out, that was clear enough, and she’d always
been a sucker for a nice upper body. She pulled his shirttails out of the
waistband of his pants and pushed his shirt off his shoulders then ran her
hands and tongue over him.
He rumbled his appreciation and started moving her
backward toward the bed. When the backs of her knees touched the mattress,
she looked up at him but thought of Randall. She pushed Randall’s face from
her mind and concentrated on the curve of Ben’s mouth, his intense eyes and
the small laugh lines that framed them.
“Peace is hard to find,” she murmured. “Can you put me
in a place where I can’t think anymore? Can you do that for me tonight?”
He paused for a moment, considering her words. “I can do
that,” he answered. “If you’ll trust me.” He paused for a moment. “Savannah, I’m a Dom.
Do you know what that is?”
“You mean a dominant, as in a sexual dominant?”
He held her tightly as he explained. “In my private life
I’m in a couple BDSM communities. I go to clubs and interact with women who
are sexual submissives. I have a good reputation
as a Dom, Savannah.”
He paused. “I’m good at what I do.”
Savannah
licked her lips, considering the information he’d just given her. It seemed
like kismet, meeting him. Could anything be more perfect than this?
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