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“You’re rocking back and forth little rose.” Tyson’s
voice reached her from where he lounged on the bed.
“Why are you scared? I will be there if you need me.”
Running her soft hand over her face Jayde answered, “I’m
not scared.”
“You always rock back and forth when you are scared. I
have learned that about you,” he told her.
She turned her head and met his gaze, her own eyes
growing sultry. “What else have you learned about me?”
One of her fingers trailed down the thick collar of her
robe.
He crooked his index finger at her. “I’ve learned many,
many things about you.”
“Like?” she prompted even as she approached him slowly.
“Like, chocolate tastes even better when it’s eaten off
your silken skin. That you are ticklish behind your
knees.” Tyson sat up and removed his shirt bearing what
God gave him to her eager eyes.
“Dear God you’re fine.” Her husky admission filled his
ears. She was drawn to him as if by an invisible
string.
Tyson slid to the edge of the bed and brought her
between his legs. His hands lingered on the white sash
which kept his gaze from its treasure. “And you are
stunning.”
“What else do you know about me?” Jayde asked.
He looked up at her. Her hair fell over one shoulder
and he reached up to touch it. “I know you love to
rock-climb. I know you love to paint. I know you sing
in the shower, and hum when you are concentrating.” He
pulled on the tie of the robe exposing her naked body to
his eyes.
“I know you purr when you are about to have an explosive
orgasm. I know how your body reacts to my every touch.
How your nipples harden just by me looking at you like
this.” His voice was a low timbre of seduction.
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Burke, 2008.
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