Research: Stripping Down the Hero By Ms. Cecile

*edited with permission: Caleb undresses for his heroine...

He slammed her against the closed door and began kissing her. The kiss grew hungry, deeper and more demanding. They drew away from each other with ragged breathing. Desire was in his eyes. He picked her up and headed to the bedroom.


Once there, he laid her on the bed. She loved this part. Her personal strip tease show. Some things you never grow tired of. He began by unloosening the knot of his tie. Very slowly working it down, watching her under his lashes. He slipped the tie over his head and tossed it on the bed, telling her he had plans for it later.

 She grew warm at the thought of what he would do with it. He untucked his shirt from his slacks. Then his fingers found the buttons on his shirt. Slowly, tediously, one by  one, he began to unbutton his shirt. She watched growing wetter with each flick of his fingers. Once done, he made a show of shrugging out of his shirt. The muscles across his chest ripples as he began to take it off and the anticipation was killing her, but she knew it was well worth the wait.

He was so fine and she could hardly wait for what came next. He placed one foot at a time on the edge of the bed, removing his shoes and socks. He's taking his own sweet time, knowing it was payback for what she put him through on the car ride home.

He stood up straight and tall and what she saw in front of her was her dream man. All sorts of deliciously wicked thoughts crossed her mind. As of reading her mind, he gave her an evil smile and said, "In due time."

His hands went to his belt on his slacks and he unfastened it slowly. He pulled it through the loops as if there was no rush at all. True, were it not for the rush of her blood in her veins heading straight to the pit in her stomach.

The belt off, he tossed it to the floor. His fingers hovered over the button fastening his pants and he grinned slowly, enjoying that she was squirming on the bed.

His fingers clutched the zipper and she inhaled a hiss. Damn, this man was going to be the death of her. Slowly, lazily he slid the zipper down, stopping midway to see her eyes wide and hungry.

 He finished unzipping his slacks because it was killing him and as much as he knew it was killing her. He wanted her. Once the zipper was down, he slowly pushed the slacks down and oh heavens above, there is a God. He wore her favorite pair of purple boxer briefs. They clung to his thighs like chocolate on strawberries. She saw the gleam in his eyes and knew he'd done this just for her. This was her dessert and she wanted to savor this as if this was her last meal.

There before her stood the man she desired above all. Dark wavy hair, deep blue eyes, luscious lips. Built like an athlete of the gods. She loved him with every fiber she had and seeing him stand in front of her with his purple boxer briefs clinging to him like she wanted to be, she was in heaven. Two words, "Come here..."