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."
Harlequin novel excerpt - 2012 version.....
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Re: Harlequin novel excerpt - 2012 version.....
Hells teeth Karl....................go find your own CORNER





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What contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch? -- W.C. Fields
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You can't fix Stupid, but you can occasionally head it off before it hurts something.
What contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch? -- W.C. Fields
"Many of those who enjoy freedom know little of its price."
You can't fix Stupid, but you can occasionally head it off before it hurts something.