If Only You Knew. Gwyneth Bolton

her shapely form. The way she had her arms wrapped in front of her only made her luscious breasts even more pronounced.

      Latonya lifted her head slightly, and Carlton noticed that she was giving him an appraising glance as well.

      “Um…can you pass me something to dry off with and then, um…”

      He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, since parts of him suddenly came to attention at the sight of her hot, wet body. “Would you like some privacy?”

      “Umm…yeah…if you don’t mind.”

      Letting his eyes drink their fill of the beads of water trickling down her lush toffee skin, he smiled. “Well, it’s not as if I haven’t seen you already, Tonya.”

      Since it was obvious Carlton wasn’t going to leave, she helped herself from a shelf lined with plush Egyptian cotton bath sheets. As he watched, she quickly wiped herself dry and then wrapped it around her, covering everything from her breasts to the middle of her thighs. Each stroke of the Egyptian cotton on her body made him think of his own hands caressing her. The bath sheet didn’t cover up enough to make him forget what it was like to have her in his arms. He wanted to be the one wrapped around her.

      When they returned to the bedroom, she sat down on the bed and then glanced back at him. “Do you have a T-shirt or something I could put on to, um…sleep in?”

      He bit back a grumble. He didn’t want her in a T-shirt. He wanted as many memories of her beautiful body as his mind could store. But he could tell she was nervous and rather shy about displaying herself, so he dug out one of his plain white T-shirts from a drawer and handed it to her.

      She took off the towel, put on the T-shirt, pulled back the comforter and got into his huge brass bed.

      She stifled a yawn as her eyes fluttered—he could tell she was tired. She snuggled under the covers and he wasted no time snuggling up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close and tight. She relaxed into his embrace with an ease that surprised him, and soon all he heard was her soft, even breathing.

      Latonya didn’t know people could go from deep sleep to passionate kissing in a matter of seconds, but Carlton made her a believer when she awoke to his tentative pecks. He seemed almost asleep himself. But all it took was a hint of a response from her to fully awaken his passion. When she opened her mouth to him, he mercilessly plundered it. In her half-sleep state she couldn’t tell his tongue from her own. All she knew for sure was that she couldn’t get enough of what he offered.

      And his hands, they must have memorized every inch of her body and every erogenous zone. First, he caressed her breasts, teasing her nipples with one hand and cupping her behind to press close to his rock-hard erection with the other.

      Letting out a soft sigh, she spread her legs and moved her hips so that she could somehow make his erection touch the core of her, which was throbbing uncontrollably. She needed to feel him inside of her again; her body still craved him. She felt as if she couldn’t wait to have him fill her.

      She didn’t have to wait long. Carlton rolled over on his back, using the arm that was cupping her to lift her on top of him. She straddled him and he helped her to ease herself onto his shaft. She stared down at him in momentary shock as she took the length of him inside of her and got used to the size of him in the new position. He sat up, lifting the T-shirt she wore and throwing it to the side.

      “I want you to ride me, baby. Can you do that for me?”

      Closing her eyes, she caught the rhythm. She moved up and down and back and forth, slowly at first and then with more speed. She shifted her pelvis until she could feel parts of her open, tighten and release around him that she didn’t even know could tighten, much less release.

      Soon his hands were no longer on her hips, but on her breasts. He reached up and squeezed the heavy flesh with urgency. Her nipples felt tight, straining against her skin. She let her own hands explore his rippled chest as she rode him.

      Soon her sex began to tighten and contract in a way that made her sure she had lost all her rhythm. “Oh, oh, oh, Carlton.”

      “Yes, baby, yes, baby, let it out, baby.”

      She let out a loud scream before she collapsed against his chest. She only hoped that, since the mansion was so huge, Jillian or any of the other servants hadn’t heard her cry out. He gently ran his hands down her back before flipping her over. Still inside her, his strong erection moved slowly. He suckled on her neck as he worked his hips, repeatedly pulling himself all the way out of her and burying himself to the hilt. Each move left her shaking with pleasure. She had never known so much joy.

      She lifted her hips to meet each of his thrusts, and she closed her eyes tightly when she felt herself losing it again. She tried not to scream again, but the orgasm that was building ever so slowly was just too intense.

      “I will never be able to get enough of you. What are you doing to me?” he grunted in her ear before he took her earlobe into his mouth. “That’s right, baby, let it out. Let me know that you like this as much as I do, because I love it.”

      Just as she could take no more, he bent his head and caught all her sound with his kiss. She found herself moaning and whimpering instead of kissing. Soon he shook with his own release.

      In the aftermath of lovemaking, as he cuddled her in his arms, she wondered how she was ever going to work with him after knowing what he could do to her body, her mind.

      He planted kisses on her forehead, cradled her to him and let out a deeply satisfied sigh.