**THROWBACK THURSDAY**

A little bit of 'Fabric of Night' 


She hopped down from around him and grabbed one of his hands, carefully leading him toward the bed until she felt it with her other hand. She pulled him close, and they lay on the bed, this time with him on top. She pulled his shirt off and explored his back with her hands. Yeah —this was what she needed. She had no doubts anymore. His back muscles were taut and rigid, and her fingertips enjoyed dancing on his back. He still hesitated, though, kissing her but nothing more, so she rolled on top of him, straddling him. His hands rested on the back of her hips as she leaned over to kiss him. Damn it, she thought. Why won’t he touch me? She sat up and pulled her shirt off. She couldn’t see him; it was too dark. But taking her shirt off spurred him into action. His hands moved to her front , and he took both breasts into each hand, his thumbs caressing each nipple. She moaned and arched her back, then realized that she needed to be quieter. Alex and Charise’s bedroom was just across the hall. How would they feel knowing their guests were engaged in such carnal activity, having only known each other for such a short time? But she needed him to know he was on the right track. Making sure her voice was low, she uttered, “Oh, God, Bryan. Yeah.” Her nipples were so hard, they ached, and he sat up, taking her cue. Shifting her weight, she was able to feel how rock hard he was under his jeans. She knew now there was no turning back, and she felt something familiar inside, a feeling of triumph, of control, in the back of her mind. It made her more aroused. Bryan took her left nipple in his mouth and she moaned quietly again, lacing her fingers through his hair. He released it then and traced it with his tongue , and she let out a heavy breath. How long had it been since she’d been with a man? She felt urgent, desperate, and she couldn’t stand it.