How could she possibly handle more? But then that word brought with it a new stirring of her imagination. She moved slightly so she could look into his dark eyes and saw the need shining in their depths. Sandra smiled shyly and realized his long fingers were still inside her. The deep desire in his eyes grew more urgent, his gaze holding her prisoner. His fingers moved slowly in and out of her, his thumb caressing the spot that he had been suckling a few moments before. A knowing smile twitched his lips and she couldn’t believe she was feeling it again, so soon, but her stomach began to clench, and she blushed as he watched her. He looked at her with raised eyebrows, silently wanting an answer to his question. She nodded and blushed as he kissed her forehead, her temple, across to her ear, and down her neck.And so, it begins again, she thought, closing her eyes and resting her head back against the mattress. Everything she had just felt was waking again, and her breath was becoming a

She went into the bathroom with the intent to brush her hair, but before she could find a comb or brush, she heard her phone ringing from somewhere in the bedroom. Sandra went in search of it, recognizing Cathy’s personal ring. Creighton must have brought her purse in from the deck and she found her phone along with it on his dresser.“Sandy, you didn’t call me yesterday. How did your date go?” Sandra giggled at the excited tone in her sister’s voice.“It was amazing, Cathy, and I have a ton of pictures to show you.”“What happened? Tell me everything.” Sandra blushed. She had no intention of telling her everything.“Well, we had supper on Creighton’s yacht,” she told her and smiled again as her sister gasped on the other end of the phone. “And yesterday, we went parasailing, and water-skiing, and we went to the Matisse Museum in Nice. It has been the most amazing twenty-four hours of my life.”“That sounds great, but parasailing? Water-skiing? Okay, who are you and what did you do wi

The bedroom door opened, and Sandra stopped short at the sight. The room had been organized and put back together. Clean white sheets replaced the bloody ones from the night before, twelve varied sizes of pillows set fluffed against the headboard and the blanket and bedspread were neatly folded back, covering the lower half of the mattress. Her clothes had been folded and placed on the top of the dresser and on the corner of the bed, just as Creighton had said, was a small thin white box with a dark blue ribbon. She opened it to find a layer of emerald green tissue paper. Moving it aside, she found a small black camisole top, and tiny matching panties. They were very soft, satin or silk she thought, trimmed in delicate black lace. They looked paper thin and she held them up to the light from the window, gasping when she saw how see-through they really were. It would be like wearing nothing at all and she smiled. That was obviously his reasoning in wanting her to wear them. Perverted m

Sandra smiled at him feeling the deep blush etching her cheeks. He stood up and reached for her hand, helping her to her feet. He kissed her hand gently, then sucked on the fingers that had just been inside her, making her blush deepen.Sandra glanced down his body as he stepped to the shower and turned on the faucets. It was the first time she had seen him…any man for that matter…like this. It was very hard to imagine that had been inside her, even now as he hung slightly limp yet still solid. He looked far too large for her.“Keep that up and you’ll be in trouble again,” he told her, causing her to look up into his warm eyes. He smiled at her expression and pulled her toward the shower, taking the rag from the vanity and wetting it under the stream of water, then squeezed it out before handing it back to her.“Wash up while I’m in the shower, but don’t get undressed,” he winked at her. “I want to watch you take your clothes off.”“Do I get to watch you?” she asked, surprised at her

“Take hold and slide it inside you,” he said softly. Sandra frowned, but did as he instructed and gasped as the hard tip of him slipped inside her wet opening.“Slowly sit down,” he told her. Sandra drew in a deep breath and lowered her hips across him, moaning at the fullness inside her. She looked apprehensive as he continued to fill her, and he chuckled at the expression on her face.“It will fit. You just have to let your body adjust to the size.” She relaxed against him and was amazed that he was able to slide in deeper. Once he was sheathed within her tight body, she braced her hands on his chest and waited. Creighton reached for her bottom and lifted her up across him, then slowly back down, again and again.“You do it,” he told her, and she began to move up and down on him, watching the passion grip his face with each stroke of her tight body. She continued the movements across his length until she felt dizzy, then closed her eyes.“I need you, now,” Creighton growled, and sh