Faith

“It is not Valentine’s Day yet.”

Stefan ignored her statement and placed the silver tray upon the bedside table.  Filled with melted chocolate and fresh Louisiana strawberries, it looked like part of an advertisement for a lover’s getaway.

He started the expensive CD system playing, and the sultry tones of Anita Baker wafted through the room. Stefan knew that the first track - Sweet Love - of the compact disc affected Faith in a most intriguing and pleasant manner. He slid onto the bed beside her wearing only black silk pajama bottoms and his Cassadine medallion.

  Faith never tired of seeing him that way.  She drank in the sight of him, from his emerald green eyes all the way down to the wispy trail of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his pajamas.

Stefan allowed her inspection.  A careless pass of the tip of her tongue across her full, supple lips made him keenly aware of their allure and his body reacted accordingly.  He watched her eyes darken with desire as the strength of his arousal tented the silky black material.

Reverently Faith reached out and caressed him through the smooth cloth.  Her fingers traced the outline of his hardness.  For Stefan, her delicate touch was heaven.  And it was hell.  With a ragged sigh, he closed his eyes and thrust lightly against her hand.

“You will undo all my plans,” Stefan ground out between clenched teeth.

Faith’s grasp tightened a degree.  “Good,” she breathed before bending and running her teeth gently across the head of his silk-encased member.  “You see, I have plans of my own.”