Harlequin novel excerpt - 2012 version.....
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 my ear. "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 didn't 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 rib-cage. And then, as he cupped
my firm, full 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 to my panties. 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 ma'am, you can board your flight now."
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Karl
I swear, by my life and my love of it, that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine. - Ayn Rand
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