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All Dressed Up	By : pensfan100 Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 5967 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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An invisible thread joined her to him. Natalie lifted one delicate heeled foot then another, each step inching her closer to unexplored territory. A thrill of excitement simmered inside. Firm and resolute, she refused to consult the logical side of her mind that resided in the forefront of her well-ordered life. To admit the import of following him and what it implied could spell disaster, so she left it behind and followed the irresistible lure he dangled in his absence. Finding him became a must with each agitated breath pinching her throat.

Natalie opened the door with an unsteady hand and stepped onto the second level. Because this part of the museum was closed for the night, dim lights cast eerie shadows onto the walls and over the floor, reminding her that she traipsed into unknown regions. Security cameras were probably everywhere and the thought unnerved her, but she advanced with slow, measured steps. Where Hayden could be she had no clue. He might not even be on this floor, but then again, he might. Many times she had been in the museum but if anyone asked she couldn’t say what was around her. It didn’t matter except for the places where he might be standing…waiting for her.

Her chest swelled with oxygen on that thought. Somewhere in this darkness he hid. Puzzled, a frown pulling at the corners of her mouth, she wondered why he hadn’t spoken to her. Why wasn’t he his usual, pleasant self? His dry wit always made her laugh, and their debates from global warming to which candy bar was the best were always entertaining, but also challenging. Tonight, that Hayden had not appeared. Or, if he had, he’d left before he had walked up to her.

Where are you, Hayden? Natalie chewed on her lip, worrying it until a throbbing signaled she was close to bruising it. Self-conscious, she clamped her lips together and moved through the rooms, anticipation forging a rope of nerves twisting into clumps of tight knots. The memory of the awakening of those nerves from the brush of his lips on the corner of her mouth moved her forward.

She reached the other end of the floor still alone. Standing far enough away from the bank of windows, she gazed out wondering what to do next. If she went on to the third floor and he wasn’t there, what then? Maybe she should just go back and forget it. Maybe he would come looking for her. Maybe it was all in her mind. The light of her rational mind began to trickle into the velvet fog of emotion that had barricaded her from its usual hold over her.

The hairs on the back of her neck lifted, a flush of tingles sweeping over her skin as it erupted into goosebumps. Heart racing, Natalie held her breath, rooted to the spot. Eyes drifted over her. She could feel their touch as surely as if they were hands and she trembled wanting to turn her head yet afraid to meet the inevitable head on.

Seconds lengthened until Natalie could bear it no longer. Slowly, she turned her head. An alcove to her left indicated the reception area of an office. In the dark it was hard to make out all the particulars, but only one particular beckoned. Face shadowed, he sat in silhouette in the middle of a small sofa, one arm stretched along the back. In his other hand he held the long necked bottle, lifting it to swallow another mouthful. With what light filtered in she watched the muscles in his neck nurse the amber liquid down. Every ounce of bravery in her fled; replaced by a terror of excitement so sharp it snuffed out the light of logic from its mission to reclaim her. He never spoke but he beckoned, commanded her forward. Legs threatening to collapse, she obeyed.

Hayden set the empty bottle on the floor and reached out with one hand to pull her down next to him, lifting her legs up and over his, settling her back into the corner of the sofa. He leaned forward, eyes boring into hers daring her to look away. She couldn’t. She didn’t want to. Natalie stared back at this strange Hayden whom she didn’t know but excited her to a fever pitch. Tearing her eyes from his with a stubborn will, they lowered to his lips, the need to feel them filling her with a longing so sweet it threatened to sweep her away.

Hayden didn’t move but watched her, the intent of his actions decided the moment he’d laid eyes on her tonight. Patient, but with an inner turmoil of his own, he waited for her to look up at him. She didn’t disappoint. Eyes moving up, she peered through her thick lashes, lips parted invitingly.

His head dipped so slowly she had an instant of memory of their kiss on the balcony in Italy. They had laughed that no one really moved that slow to kiss, but here they were, his pace ratcheting her blood pressure into the stratosphere, the waiting for him arousing her to an unbearable pitch of sexual excitement. Sparks shot through her piercing her core with hot, liquid arrows. By the time his lips reached hers she was wild for him, wanting nothing more than to lose herself wherever he led. Surrendering, her eyes drifted shut, opening her senses to feel his impact.

He kissed her with the same slow tempo, grasping her lips with a leisurely rhythm that threatened to drive her insane. All senses on alert, she focused on the contact of his lips on hers, the brushing, the molding, the sucking of her bottom lip then her top. Incapable of denying him, she nudged back, the smell of him filling her, stamping his scent to memory, her olfactory senses processing it and filing it away with a promise to bring it back into sharp relief whenever the scent wafted past her nose.

One hand shaped the back of his head, fingers twining the wavy strands. Except for his mouth, Hayden didn’t touch her, keeping one hand on the back of the couch, the other on the cushion beside her. Time was his enemy, reminding him anyone could interrupt them at any moment, but a voice inside urged him to ignore it and take the chance with both hands. Pressing, he captured her lips but as he ended the kiss he let his tongue trace the tender inside of her bottom lip. She gasped, her lips following his to forbid the complete break. The movement tempted and Hayden opened his mouth over hers, delving into the moist interior. A groan trembled from her mouth into his as his tongue caressed and slid over hers, teasing her to respond.

A white-hot heat infused Natalie. His mouth deepened the kiss while his hand cupped her cheek as he broke the kiss, tilted his head the other way and hungrily dove back in for more. Finally! The thought screamed through her head at the first inkling of his touch. It was too much yet not enough. The realization that they could get caught only heightened her excitement. Never had she been this risky and there was a forbidden thrill to it.

Hayden edged his mouth from hers, holding her so she couldn’t follow. The tousled head moved back far enough so he could see her, the feral glint in his blue eyes flipping her stomach.

“You can see through your dress,” he murmured, snatching her breath away. “Did you know that?”

Natalie fought for air. “No,” she whispered her denial. “It just looks like it.”

Hayden snorted, shaking his head in admonishment. “Men have been looking at you all night like they want to eat you.”

“You can’t really see through it,” Natalie breathed, simultaneously desperate to convince him and thrilled at his dark jealousy.

A long fingered hand trailed from her cheek, down her neck and lightly skimmed over a hardened point hiding underneath the black and gold border of her dress before it rested on the curve of her hip. With one finger he traced the silky fabric, just above the waistband of her panties. Natalie gulped, her eyes trapped by his.

“Really?” He murmured, a sardonic smile curving lips fuller from their kissing. “You’re wearing very hi-cut, extremely tiny panties. They’re edged in white around the waist and legs…” A thickening lump choked Natalie, her heart stuttering under his heavy-lidded gaze. “…and they’re gold.”

Words failed her. Try as she might, she couldn’t squeeze a sound from her voice box. Her tongue poked out wetting lips that were suddenly void of moisture. Realization flooded her. If he could describe her panties so clearly it wasn’t her imagination. You really could see through her dress! Mortified, she stared open mouthed at him, further embarrassed by the fact that she had stubbornly refused to believe anything else. When Stella had assured her it would only give the notion of being sheer she had latched onto it.

Thankful for the darkness that hid the painful flushing of her cheeks she labored to summon some shred of dignity. The arm that rested against the back of the couch slid down to curve around her back. The hand on her hip dipped lower, smoothing over the fabric until it found the hem. Silky skin met his fingertips and they traced up the inside of her thigh until they hovered close to the scrap of material covering the entrance to her heated center.

“And,” he continued, his face filling her view, “no one should be looking at them but me.”

The moment his lips opened hers again, one finger glided over her panties, barely skimming and finding them damp with her desire. As it lightly passed over her blood-engorged button a restless moan shook her. Again it drew a teasing line along the fabric, forcing her hands to dive beneath his jacket and clutch the white material covering his chest where his heart pounded furiously, belying his calm exterior.

That fact dizzied her head. He was as aroused for her as she was for him! Heady with the secret knowledge her hips lifted a fraction, begging more of his touch. The hand moved to the waistband, sliding under it and over a small thatch of curls to find her slick and ready for his invasion. It was his turn to groan and he did it whole-heartedly, pleased at what awaited him. The sound released another gush of wet heat. His finger soaked, he slid it back and forth over the slit, twirling around the raised nub, jerking her hips with every circling motion.

Pushing her further into the corner of the couch he advanced kissing her breathless, his finger diving into her, setting up a driving, forceful rhythm. Natalie’s hips moved against his hand, coerced to seek more and more of what he gave. Arms flung around his head and tugged him closer, a very deep, extremely male, wicked laugh rumbling in his chest. It only fed the sexual fire burning in her. Whimpering, she twisted under his hypnotic hand.

Teasing, he withdrew his finger slowly, then plunged two back in, resting his thumb against the pulsing center. Setting a new pace, he used his hand to play her, the control over her feeding his ego. The need to replace his hand and thrust into her with his shaft assailed him, but he knew it wasn’t going to happen…at least, not on this small couch, where they played with being caught. So, he clamped down on his wants and focused on her pleasure, the sounds hardening him to the point he feared he would lose his control. If he rubbed against her…a groan of regret echoed up his throat.

Faster he moved, fluttering his thumb over the spot at the juncture of her thighs. Greedily, her walls grabbed for his fingers, her whimpers growing in intensity and frequency. An inevitable surge boiled at his point of contact, threatening to bolt through her, searing her veins with carnal desire. Natalie’s hips quickened while Hayden muffled her cries, swallowing them down his throat. Frantic, she reached for the inaccessible, something just beyond her reach. Then, it was there, his touch just right, flicking a spark that detonated from deep within her. Her body locked in shock, convulsions grabbing at his fingers as he refused to stop manipulating the source of her launch. Into the stars she rocketed, screaming into his mouth at the raw sensations ripping through her. Everything that had meaning in life disappeared in the face of this cataclysmic quake. On and on it churned until she could fly no higher. Lost to it, she spasmed to completion, floating back to earth while dragging in exhausted, thirsty drafts of air.

While her heart settled into a more stable beat, she lay in euphoria, her body limp with a pleasant lethargy, her eyelids drooping shut. His scent filled her nostrils again and her eyes opened to meet his stare. Dropping the rest of the way to reality with a thud, she realized with sickening clarity what had just taken place. The sensible side of her peeked out and shrieked its outrage. The new, unfamiliar side gave a decidedly inward smile of pure feline satisfaction and purred at its new master. A tiny yawn popped out, a testament to the force of the orgasm he had coaxed out of her.

Hayden withdrew his hand lazily out from under her panties, grazing the overly sensitive, throbbing bundle of nerves, wrenching her hips away from the touch. His fingers drenched, the smell of her arousal on them, he pulled them away from her and sat up, using his other hand to smooth her dress back into place. For a few minutes he let her rest, the enormity of what they had done lurking on the perimeter, just waiting to attack her with the full force of its wrath.

When recovered, he settled her legs off his lap and stood, using his free hand to tug her onto her feet. Down the steps on that side of the floor they silently tread, Natalie’s head too dazed and confused to fully acknowledge the naughty encounter. Only one thought pressed. She had been infused with a powerful feeling of well being. But, what about Hayden? His heart had skittered all over the place, so she knew he had been turned on. Guilt smacked her. He must be hard as stone!

How do I ask? She silently wondered. Do I pretend it didn’t happen? How in the world do I replace this with something better? Holy cow, that was unbelievable! I can’t believe we did something so…so…wow.

Hayden led her down the steps and to the door leading back to civilization. Briefly, he put his ear to the door, listening for people then cautiously cracked it to check. Luck held on. No one was there and he opened it and motioned for her to go. Confused, she looked up at him as if to ask, what about you?

Don’t worry about me, his eyes assured. Go.

A moment’s hesitation and then she stepped out, the door closing behind her. A heavy breath squeezed Hayden’s chest and he leaned his feverish forehead against the cool metal of the door. Still aroused, his length still protested its lack of attention. A frustrated growl stirred in his throat. He couldn’t go back to the reception like this and he needed to give Natalie a head start. Sighing, he eased the door open and stepped out, thankful that his jacket hid the evidence of his frustration. Making his way down the hall he found a men’s room. A few guys were there and he stepped into a stall and bent his head to the closed door, breathing deeply and calming himself until his body’s craving lessened, softening him, but refusing to go away completely, reminding him in the pit of his stomach that it wouldn’t take much from her to flare into a conflagration again. It wanted more…much more.

When calmed to his satisfaction, Hayden stepped out of the stall and washed his hands disappointed he had to wash traces of her from his skin. The men who had accosted Natalie earlier walked in and he threw them a glance meant to remind them he knew they were married. They hurried past him and a furtive smile ghosted his lips at the images bombarding his mind. Images they would never have for their own.
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