Sad but True. The New Harlequin Romance Novel He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear. Just relax. Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, hands start at my ankles, gently gliding and moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didnt care. His touch was so practiced, so sure. When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine. Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought; a man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking No for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say . . . Okay maam, you can board your flight now.
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