This is a scene from my space opera Morgan’s Choice when the attraction simmering between Ravindra and Morgan comes to a head.
************
His fingers traced a line down her cheek, brushed against her hair. He bent his head to brush her lips with his.
She should say no. She should stop. “I…”
Before she could say any more he’d lifted her against him, locking an arm under her buttocks, his other hand in her hair while his mouth covered hers. Her lips parted and she responded before she had time to think, his tongue in her mouth, the hot scent of him stimulating her every nerve. His cock, ramrod stiff inside his pants, pushed against her groin, turning her insides to water, her nipples hard. No, I shouldn’t do this.
Hands on his shoulders, she tried to push away from him “I never have sex with men I work for.”
So close to her, his eyes positively smoldered. His scent filled her head, seductive and familiar.
“You wish me to believe that I am alone in this?” he whispered. “I can smell you, woman, almost taste you on my tongue. You want this as much as I do.”
*******************
Morgan’s Choice – available now
