My Dream Lover

An eBook By Cyn Castle.

They were still a couple of blocks from the apartment. Warmth, like syrup, flowed through her cells, apparently coming from his hand.

"I won't be embarrassed if we run," Brad said. "C'mon."

He trotted, still holding her hand and she ran to keep up. He stretched his stride and carried me along. Meg felt like a cloud borne along by the forces of nature. Why was he in such a hurry? What about her? She was breathless. From the running or in anticipation of...

He released her hand in the apartment building lobby. He fumbled with the key, held the door open for her to enter. He let it close behind them and swept her off her feet and into his arms.

He carried her up the stairs, panting by the time they reached his apartment. His perspiration mingled with hers as their cheeks touched. She felt the stubble of his beard against her face. He stood in front of the apartment door. The kiss was clumsy at first, passionate and clumsy. It settled into an exploration of sensations as his lips and tongue caressed hers.

"What are we doing? What are you doing?" she mumbled, her lips moving against his. He carried her into his bedroom and set her on the bed.

"I don't know where this will lead," he panted. "I know you want a career. I've tried not to get involved. If you want to leave, now is the time. Otherwise, you know what I'm ... what we're doing."

She glanced about the room. A nightstand with a telephone stood near the other side of the bed. A table in the far corner held a computer. There was a closet. His chest heaved as he unbuttoned his shirt. She panted and rubbed her fingertips on his skin. She finished unbuttoning his shirt and slid her hands around to his back. His hands explored outside and inside her shorts. He was ripping his shirt off...

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