The door closed behind Lela with a soft thud. The apartment was pitch black. Not even the glow of the city penetrated the small living room. She made her way to through the living room by memory alone. She skirted the mahogany coffee table without bumping into it. Moving into the bedroom she tossed her purse on the wooden chest at the foot of the bed. Crossing the room she drew back the heavy navy blue curtains. The soft light filtering through the window was just enough for her to see. Turning in a slow circle she surveyed the room.

The bed was precisely made. The mountain of fluffy pillows were lined up against the headboard. The white and blue rectangles glowed in the semi-darkness. The satin duvet shimmered as moonlight danced across the surface. It was a veritable paradise yet it held no allure for her. After the exhausting day she'd had, it was impossible to believe that she wasn't impatient to crawl between the luxurious sheets. But far from it; sleep would be impossible. Her mind was too full to find rest. Now she had to find something to keep her occupied until she fell into an exhausted slumber.

The muffled sounds coming from her purse brought her out of her thoughts. She dug through the sleek little bag until her fingers found the cellphone. She answered it without looking at the name on the screen.

"You were supposed to call when you got home." Christian's voice filtered through the phone.

The connection was slightly filled with static. She pressed the phone closer to her ear.

"I was about to call." Lela said as she turned back toward the window. She studied the traffic meandering five stories below. The glare of headlights reflected off the windows of nearby buildings.

"Where are you?" she asked as she watched a taxi pull up to the traffic light. She stared at the red glow of the brake lights.

"Do you really have to ask?" he made a small noise that told her he was more than a little aggravated.

Not that she could blame him. He had been scheduled to be home hours ago but the weather had turned nasty. A snow storm kept him grounded in Seattle. She had been upset when he'd called to let her know he wouldn't be home in time to escort her to the party. Disappointment had filled her as he told her she'd have to go to her sister's engagement soiree alone. That disappointment hadn't lessened a bit. As she looked out at the city, loneliness washed over her.

"When will you be home?" her voice was soft.

She heard his deep sigh and felt it as if it were her own. "Not soon enough."

A heavy silence fell as neither of them knew what to say. After several quiet moments Christian spoke,

"So how was the party?"

A faint smile touched her lips. "It was wonderful. The food was great."

"Did you have a good time?"

She hesitated a moment before answering. "Not really."

Christian made a soothing sound in the back of his throat. "I'm so sorry I couldn't be there."

She nodded in understanding even though he couldn't see it. As upsetting as it was, she couldn't be mad at him. It wasn't his fault he'd missed the party. Sometimes the unavoidable happened. Another silence fell. Just as Lela was about to speak Christian's question caught her off guard.

"What are you wearing?" He laughed at her surprised gasp.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She murmured softly.

In an instant her mood went from morose to slightly upbeat. She knew she was baiting him but couldn't help it. She loved nothing better than teasing him. His reactions were always so perfect. He never failed to make her smile.

"Yeah, actually I would." A trace of humor remained in his tone but he was incredibly serious. "Tell me what you're wearing."

He heard her soft sigh, "I'm wearing a little black dress."

His eyes closed as heat shot down his spine and settled between his thighs. "Which one?"

"Your favorite one."

A vision of her swam before his tightly closed eyes. God, he knew exactly which dress she was talking about. It was black silk and an inch longer than indecently short. It hugged her curves like a second skin. She looked like a runway goddess every time she wore it. His cock swelled painfully as the vision remained steadfast.

"What else are you wearing?" his voice was low and gruff.

"The pearls you bought me for my birthday."

His grip tightened on the phone until the plastic creaked in protest. "Anything else?" He croaked.

Her laugh was musical. "No."

His response was long in coming, "You know you really should make sure you lock the door."

Lela gasped in shock and whirled toward the doorway. She blinked hard to make sure she wasn't seeing things. But after several hard blinks, the vision remained. Christian stood framed in the doorway. Surprise and disbelief moved through her as he entered the room.

Without a word he crossed the room and gently pulled her against him. He captured her lips in a needy caress. His tongue swept over her parted lips before delving deep inside. Her flavor was sweeter than honey and oh so addictive. Slowly he pulled away.

"I thought you were in Seattle!" She said softly. Her fingers curled into the soft cotton of his shirt. The warmth seeping through the fabric assured her she wasn't dreaming.

"I was." he murmured softly as he stroked a fingertip across her dewy lips.

"Your flight was delayed because of the storm." Her words were half statement, half question.

"I rented a car." He needed to explain no further.

He had promised Lela he'd be home today and he was a man of his word. It didn't make him feel better because he'd been too late for the party. Sometimes that was a hazard of being a professional wrestler. Travel schedules could be unforgiving at times. Unfortunately, this had been one of those times. But somehow he would make it up to her.

"You drove in a snow storm?" She asked. Her voice was full of disbelief.

He shrugged nonchalantly, the soft leather of his jacket creaking with the movement. "What? It's not like I haven't done it before."

Just as Lela was about scold him he pressed his thumb against her lips. "I'm here safe and sound. That's all that matters, right?"

How could she argue with him? He was alive and well and looking so sexy it made her body feel flushed. Her fingers smoothed over the plane of his chest to the row of buttons. Her fingers slid between the buttons to touch his warm flesh. She sighed softly as she stroked him with her fingertips.

"You're right." Lela agreed softly.

All it took to set his body ablaze was the feel of her fingers against his skin. Her touch was feather light as she moved slowly back and forth. As he looked down into Lela's chocolate colored eyes, he knew she wanted him. With his left hand he smoothed her silky black hair away from her face. He tucked the wayward strands behind her ear. Lightly he drew his fingers down the column of her throat. He didn't stop until his fingers curved over the soft swell of her breast.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" he mused softly.

Shaking her head slightly, her tentative exploration stopped. Withdrawing her fingers she placed her palm over his pounding heart. The smile she gave him was positively wicked.

"Why don't you show me?" Though her words were soft and sweet, the challenge in them was unmistakable.

His pale brows arched as he looked at her. His eyes remained locked with hers as he shrugged out of his jacket. The heavy leather fell to the floor with a soft thud. Without looking away his fingers found the buttons of his black shirt. He freed them quickly; revealing more of his golden skin to her gaze. After freeing the last button he allowed it to slip from his broad shoulders. It joined his jacket on the floor.

"How much do you like that dress?" he growled.

"About as much as you do."

"Then let me suggest you take it off before something unfortunate happens to it." His words were full of hot promise.

Lela gasped. He'd never been so direct before. More often than not their loving was playful.

"Do it, Lela, take it off." Christian warned softly as he took as step toward her.

Instantly her hands flew to the zipper on the side of the dress. Her hand shook as she drew the metal tab down. As the dress slid down the length of her lithe body she trembled. Was it desire? Anticipation? Or something darker that made her shiver? She forced her gaze to meet his as she stepped free of the dress.

Christian forgot how to breathe. Lela was incredible. Her skin was the color of warm honey and just as smooth. Her body was perfectly proportioned and curved in all the right places. Her full breasts were a deep breath away from escaping the black strapless bra she wore. Her nipples were drawn into tight points. They pressed against the thin material as if begging for his attention. As his gaze moved lower he felt blood pool between his thighs. She stood before him wearing black stockings and garters. His dick twitched with need. A wicked smile tugged at his lips as his eyes traveled back up her body.

Reaching for her, his thick fingers tangled in her hair. He cupped the back of her head with his palm. Holding her still, his lips descended to hers. He kissed her hungrily, devouring the pleading sounds she made. He kept up the onslaught until she was breathless and panting. Taking a step toward the bed, he guided her to sit on the edge. Her eyes went round with wonder as his hands moved to his belt buckle. As soon as he had freed the two halves her fingers found the copper buttons of his jeans. She worked quickly, freeing each button. A soft sound left her as his heated length was freed.

My God he's beautiful she thought as she wrapped her small hand around his thick cock. She stroked carefully, loving the feel of hot skin gliding over steel. His pulse pounded against her palm, an echo of her own wildly fluttering heart. Leaning forward she drew her tongue across the weeping tip. Christian's flavor was salty sweet. She teased him mercilessly, flicking her tongue along the plum shaped tip before dragging down the shaft. She paused a moment before licking back up. The grip on her hair tightened slightly as he guided her mouth. With shallow thrusts he took her mouth. Each brush of her satiny lips brought an electric tingle along his spine.

"That's it, Lela, take all of me." He said softly.

His free hand stroked her throat, encouraging her to take him fully. His triumphant shout echoed around the room and Lela took him fully. She suckled gently, allowing her throat to close around his torrid flesh. Looking down the length of his body, he felt the beginnings of his orgasm tingle in his cock. Unable to resist the sweet promise of more, he withdrew from her honey sweet mouth.

Lela whimpered in protest. She'd only begun showing just how much she wanted him. She wanted to give him so much more pleasure than what he'd allowed. Her protest was short lived as Christian's broad palm cupped her breast. He molded the supple flesh, squeezing lightly before releasing her. He gripped the edges of her bra and tugged the materiel down. Her lush breasts spilled free, teasing him as they bounced. He studied her for a moment, deciding if he wanted to explore them with his fingers or his lips.

The heavenly soft feel of his lips on her nipple made Lela gasp. He drew his lips over the pebbled tip before capturing the bud in his mouth. His teeth scraped carefully across her nipple then his tongue soothed the slight sting. Endlessly he repeated the caress. Just when she thought she could endure no more, he let go of her with a wet pop. Pressing his lips to hers, he shifted his body until she was stretched across the bed. In less than a heartbeat he kicked off his loafers and socks then peeled off his denims. He stood before her proudly, his thick cock jutting stiffly away from his body.

Lela attempted to sit up, only to have Christian place a palm between her breasts. He pressed against her gently, holding her in place. Her eyes darted to the nightstand then up to meet his. He shook his head slightly as he placed a knee on the bed.

"Not tonight, Lela. I want to feel you." His head dropped to her breast. His lips skimmed across the silky surface as he nuzzled her. "I want to come deep inside you."

His words turned her body liquid. Her thighs parted in blatant invitation. Her glistening flesh called to him, begged him for succor. There was no hesitation as he covered her body with his. His cock bounced lightly against her damp flesh. The thin barrier of her panties was a delicious friction. He pressed against her, letting her slick cream coat his flesh. Thrusting gently, his cock rubbed over her sensitive nub.

A keening cry left her lips as his right hand came between their bodies. She expected to feel the subtle caress of his fingers. Instead he gripped the edge of her panties with his thumb and pulled the material out of the way. Before she could utter a single word his cock slipped down to her entrance. Rolling his hips he pressed against her, feeling the slight resistance. With a gasp he pushed into her heated paradise. She was scalding hot and tight as a fist. Her pussy wept in relief as the thick head brushed across the sensitive bundle of nerves. Lela's sharp nails bit into his forearms as he seated himself fully. Every cell in her body screamed for more. The hot glide of his body against hers made her jaw clench in pleasure. She was burning alive.

Christian watched the play of emotions across her face as he pulled out until only the very tip remained . He thrust hard, burying his length in her welcoming heat. He retreated just was quickly, setting a passionate pace that made his body burn. Lela moved with him, her hips lifting with each well timed thrust. He gave her everything he had, thrusting harder and deeper. An electric tingle began deep in his balls and moved along his spine.

"I want it, Lela." Christian whispered against her mouth as his thumb moved over her sensitive clit. He stroked her firmly, caressing her with the calloused pad of his thumb. He felt her tremble beneath him. He kissed her, his tongue spearing into her mouth then retreating. He kissed along her jaw until he came to her ear. He sucked the lobe between his teeth then bit down gently.

She shattered without warning. Her body jerked beneath his, her pussy gripped him tighter than before. Her moan of helpless pleasure sent shivers down his spine. He moved faster, angling his hips to go deeper than before. His thrusts were powerful as he carried her through her pleasure until she lay limply beneath him.

"Look at me, Lela." he command softly. He wanted to be looking deeply into her eyes as he found his pleasure. He wanted her know just how much he needed her and this moment.

Her eyes flicked open. Her gaze was heavy lidded and slightly unfocused. Her lips parted on a moan as he pressed deeply. Giving himself over to the gnawing hunger, he let his body take over. Pounding into her slick depths he felt his muscles tighten. His arms locked in place as he held himself above her. His hips swung freely as he set a frantic pace. Lela's hand wrapped around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. The instant their lips met his orgasm burst forth. He cried out into her mouth as he emptied into her body. He quivered as his seed poured out of his burning cock. Lela stayed with him, her supple body moving beneath his, her agile tongue mimicking the motions of his body. He came until his cock ached. Weakly he collapsed onto her. Their sweat slick bodies tangled together as Lela wrapped her legs around his hips. She hugged him close, absorbing his weight.

The scent of sex and satisfaction hung in the air. Lela drew in a deep breath through her nose as she finally released Christian's mouth. As he pulled away she couldn't help but smile. He looked thoroughly pleased with himself. And rightfully so. Her body ached deliciously in all the right places. Pressing a kiss on his cheek, she allowed her body to relax. Christian grunted softly as he tried to take his weight from her. She murmured softly and smoothed a hand down his back.

"You're not too heavy." she murmured. He made a soft noise in the back of his throat and relaxed against her.

"Do you forgive me?" He muttered as he nuzzled her fragrant hair.

She frowned slightly as she looked at him. What did he need to be forgiven for? She looked at him, confusion marring her pretty face.

"For missing the party?" he clarified.

"No, I forgive you for not telling me you were driving home." A wicked smile claimed her lips as she shook her head. "If we can do this again I'll forgive you for missing the party."

Christian groaned softly as he buried his face in the pillow. "Are you trying to kill me?"

Her answer was a deceptively sweet laugh and a sensual roll of her lips. "At least you'll die a happy man."