10.26.14; From E~Mail::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: EXCERPT From Harlequin Romance Novel ~ UPDated for 2014::::::::::::: He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into a room, 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 hear, Just relax. Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing 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 experienced, 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 firm, full shoulders in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my back, 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: OK Maam, you can board your flight now.
Posted on: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 18:31:06 +0000
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