Invitation by Christina Hoffman

Author:Christina Hoffman [Hoffman, Christina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9780996096706
Google: 8wFsoAEACAAJ
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Goodreads: 21369965
Publisher: E Gray
Published: 2014-03-31T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

That night I dreamed of Liam: We are on a beach, reclining in long, elegant deck chairs. The chairs have long armrests and thick, comfortable cushions. Our bodies feel warm and loose and sexy. The sun is perfect, heating our most sensual areas. Gentle breezes make our skin tingle. I feel the warm pleasure of it on my skin.

Our arms stretch between the chairs and we hold hands. In the dream I am drifting off to sleep, but Liam stands and moves to my chair. He starts to smooth oil onto me, first along my arms, concentrating on that tender skin along the inside. He tucks a hand into each cup of my orange bikini and massages my breasts until the nipples are hard. He pushes the fabric down until he can take each nipple in his mouth. He licks and sucks on them. He scrapes them gently with his teeth. He bites just hard enough to make me moan.

I want to open my eyes. I want to grab him and kiss him. But in the dream the heat from the sun, and the pleasure from Liam paralyze me. My body aches and throbs. The wait for him to find my most sensitive place is unbearable.

His lips are suddenly on mine, and they are on fire. It is not a kiss; it is a communion with this beautiful man. We are connected and the electricity flows through us.

He places his hand on the side of my face and pulls me closer, harder into his kiss. He is kneeling beside my chair and running his hands along my body as though I am an exquisite sculpture.

The top of my tiny bikini is fastened in the front, and Liam undoes it slowly. Now my breasts are exposed to the wind and the sun. The arousal is escalating. My eyes are still closed, my body still and accepting. I feel no self-consciousness, no inhibitions.

Liam places his palm flat on my stomach and gently begins tracing tiny circles. The circles increase in size, and he is soon brushing against the edge of my bikini bottoms. My hips rise up to meet his hand, but he gently pushes them down. This will be slow. He is taking his time.

He goes to the bottom of the chaise, near my feet. He holds each ankle, and gently spreads my legs apart, exposing my inner legs. He begins to rub oil along my legs, swirling his fingers up higher and higher, until they are almost at the fabric of my bathing suit. My eyes remain closed. He pauses, and my body waits for the next touch; lips, nipples, clit, all swelling to meet his fingers, aching for his touch.

His mouth returns to mine, and there is a hunger and an urgency to our kissing now. He sticks his fingers into my mouth and groans into my neck as I suck them. He takes his wet fingers and circles around the fabric of my bikini bottoms until I am writhing and begging to be touched.

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