Turn Back Time (The Full Circle Series Book 1) by Annette Anders (best books to read for knowledge .TXT) 📕

and when his hand caressed her arm, she rolled over to reach around him. The four or five hours of sleep had revived her spirits. Or maybe it was the touch of his hands. But her body came alive and was humming with new energy.

His exploring fingers reached the hem of her short nightgown and stroked the bare skin on her thighs. An electric jolt ran through her. Her body was thrumming in too-long neglected places.

She needed him. Now.

She pushed against his shoulder. Wanted to straddle him.

“Sorry, baby, I shouldn’t have waked you up. Let me hold you,” he said, rolling onto his back but keeping an arm around Stella and pulling her against his side.

Instead of saying anything, Stella reached inside his boxer shorts. He groaned and she felt him shiver. When she applied more pressure and moved her hand up and down, he said in a raspy voice, “You might want to stop touching me now, love, or it’ll be a while before I let you go back to sleep.”

Stella shook her head. She didn’t want to sleep, and she didn’t want to talk. She needed to feel him inside her. She squeezed a little harder and circled his moist head with the pad of her thumb.

“Baby, I’m serious. You’re poking the dragon.” His voice was low and breathless.

“Why, don’t you want me?” Stella asked innocently and stretched up to kiss him. Her firm breasts, covered only by her silky nightgown, rubbed against the side of his body. She pressed herself closer to him and began to circle her hips in slow moves.

“I believe…you’re holding…the answer…in…your hand.”

With one hand, he pulled the nightgown up and over her head and reached for his boxers, but she maintained her firm grip on his erection. With every move he made in his struggle to shed his boxers, he slid up and down inside her fist.

Stella let go of him and reached for her panties.

“Oh, no, let me…” he whispered and pushed them down, then shed his own underwear. He flipped her on her back and settled between her legs. “Baby, I wanted to take this slow, but I can’t wait. We’ll play more next time.”

“Stop talking and do it.” She was trembling all over and was about to come simply thinking about him, but it wasn’t what she wanted.

His erection nudged her opening, seeking entrance, and she reached for him when he abruptly stopped.

He held himself up on one forearm and muttered, “Shit, I can’t believe it.”

Panting hard, hovering no more than an inch over her body, he dropped his forehead to hers.

“What’s wrong?” she whispered.

“Condoms…” he gritted through clenched teeth.

“I’m still on the pill. And you said there was no one.” She slid one leg around his waist and urged him on. “Please, I need you now.”

“Baby, you’re killing me.” He entered her with one deep thrust, pushing in farther until he was fully buried. Then he withdrew, so slow it was agonizing, before sliding into her again. Stella clenched around him, arched her back, and whimpered, “David! Please!”

He pulled out again, letting his swollen tip rest against her throbbing entrance. With one hand he lifted her toward him, thrust in hard again, and started to move faster. In and out, in and out. Stella groped for a pillow to smother the sounds she was making. She wasn’t a screamer, but she rewarded his lovemaking with a multitude of sexy noises.

“Don’t hide from me, baby. Look at me when you’re coming,” he commanded and massaged her swollen spot. “Come for me—now.” He added pressure.

She dropped the pillow and, with her eyes fastened on his, came with his next thrust. Her body shook and trembled, and her powerful, vise-like tightening around him pushed him over the top, too.

They kissed and cried while they rode out their climaxes, still connected in the most intimate way. Her arms circled around his neck, pulling him close, and she wrapped her other leg around his waist.

“Oh, baby, what are doing to me?” He kissed her some more. With each stroke of his tongue, he created new pleasures inside her. She could feel him staying hard, and it didn’t take long until he began to move again, taking his time entering and withdrawing, teasing and touching her until they both climaxed for the second time.

“I think I need another bath,” she said, after her breathing returned to normal.

“I’ll join you. Even if you want to use lavender salts.” He brushed a strand of sweaty hair off her face.

“No, I saw there’s also a rose-scented bubble bath,” Stella giggled.

When she relaxed in the bathtub, David walked in with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. “I couldn’t drink before the show, but I think now is a good time to pop the cork. Would you like some?”

“Yes, please. You’re spoiling me, love. Roses, bubble bath, champagne…”

“You deserve it, baby, all this, and so much more.” He sat across from her in the large tub and touched his glass to hers. “To you, my angel.”

“I never stopped loving you, David. Not for one single minute.” She turned around and leaned against his chest, closed her eyes, and relaxed while he stroked her hair and kissed her head. Before the water turned cool, they dried off and took the bottle and glasses back into the bedroom, where they sat in bed and snuggled together. No words were needed. They were both sated and happy.

Stella knew she could never love another man.

CHAPTER 39

Stella—September 2018

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n Thursday evening, Stella and David walked hand in hand through the streets of London until he stopped in front of the Theatre Royal Haymarket. It was directly across the street from Her Majesty’s Theater, where he was onstage five days a week.

She had joined him on Sunday evening and watched him as The Phantom. No matter how many times she attended a show, she’d never tire of the music. On Monday, his day off, they visited Oxford, where they toured the Old