Steven’s
gaze slid from her face to her slim, delightfully shapely, milk chocolate-skinned
body draped in a yellow Grecian-style dress. Her skin glowed even more,
highlighted by the yellow, flawless and perfect.
How
did he get so lucky? He had known many, many, many beautiful women but Tari was something… otherworldly. With a flick
of her tongue over her lips, or the batting of her lashes, he was reduced to a
ball of raw need. Brought to his knees before her.
He
would do anything for her. He shut his
eyes briefly, remembering the day when he had heard she had been kidnapped
because of what he… and Oliver… had done those years ago in South Africa.
She
could have been murdered. And it would have been his fault. He had very nearly
lost the only woman he had ever loved who was also the mother of his son. Oh God.
But
amazingly, she had forgiven him. She had seen the dark regions within his heart
and yet, she had stayed. How many women would have done that? He only knew of
two; his Tari and his best friend’s wife, Kema.
“Tari
Johnson…” He murmured, releasing her hand to sweep his hand over the mass of
loose curls framing her heart-shaped face.
Bending
over, he pressed his lips on her silky-smooth forehead, at the same time,
inhaling her perfume. Mmmm… Jasmine
and orange blossom. The smell jumped
from his nose to his organ between his legs. It stirred.
“Tari…
you drive me crazy…” he whispered. “I can’t get enough of you.”
She
glanced at his pink, full lips. Her heart thudded. She whispered, “Same for
me.”
Darting
a glance forward to the burly, bald headed driver at the wheel, she breathed in
deep, fighting to bring her body under control.
They
were on their way to the International Conference Centre to meet with their
friends, Dare, Oliver and Kema at a fashion show, mostly to support the star of
the runway, Dare’s girlfriend, Wumi.
Steven’s
tongue traced a path from her forehead to her left ear. Alternately licking and
kissing behind her ear, he felt her body tremble.
Her
hand gripped his thigh, kneading.
“Steven…”
Tari murmured, flicking a glance at the driver, “We’re in a car.”
“I
know.” He drawled and then sucked on her earlobe.
Unable
to stop herself, Tari moaned. Her body hungered for his touch. Her pulse skyrocketed.
Steven’s
right hand grasped her knee. Then he tore his mouth away from her ear to glare
at the driver through the rearview mirror. “Akin, keep your eyes on the road.”
“Yes
sir. Of course, sir.” Akin replied; face impassive, eyes focused on the road.
He was not just an Olympus Security driver, but also a trained bodyguard,
wholly loyal to Steven.
Returning
his mouth to her ear, Steven whispered, “Don’t worry about Akin.” He pushed her
dress up to the middle of her thigh. “Did you wear panties?”
Tari’s
eyes opened. “Yes… Steven… Don’t.”
Chuckling,
he nudged her legs apart slightly. His hot breath on her neck and ear sent
fiery tingles down her spine. His hand slipped in between her thighs, reached
her silk panties.
Tari’s
fingers dug into his lap. Her breathing
accelerated.
She
groaned. “Steven… no.”
“Tari,
yes.” He whispered huskily, digging
his hot tongue into her ear as his fingers shoved aside her panties, entered
her core and captured her clitoris.
“Steven… oh yes…” Tari
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