Romance Novel
Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 12:11 pm
He grasped her firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided her into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and they were alone. He approached her soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to her ear. "Just relax."
Without warning he reached down and she felt his strong, calloused hands start at her ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along her calves slowly but steadily. Her breath caught in her throat. She knew she should be afraid, but somehow she didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure.
When his hands moved up onto her thighs, she gave a slight shudder, and partly closed her eyes. Her pulse was pounding. She felt his knowing fingers caress her abdomen, her ribcage. And then, as he cupped her firm, full breasts in his hands, she inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to her shoulders, slid them down her tingling spine and into her panties.
Although she knew nothing about this man, she felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, she thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking "no" for an answer. A man who would tell her what he wanted. A man who would look into her soul and say ... "Okay, ma'am," said a voice. "All done." Her eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of her, smiling, holding out her purse.
"You can board your flight now."
Without warning he reached down and she felt his strong, calloused hands start at her ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along her calves slowly but steadily. Her breath caught in her throat. She knew she should be afraid, but somehow she didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure.
When his hands moved up onto her thighs, she gave a slight shudder, and partly closed her eyes. Her pulse was pounding. She felt his knowing fingers caress her abdomen, her ribcage. And then, as he cupped her firm, full breasts in his hands, she inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to her shoulders, slid them down her tingling spine and into her panties.
Although she knew nothing about this man, she felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, she thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking "no" for an answer. A man who would tell her what he wanted. A man who would look into her soul and say ... "Okay, ma'am," said a voice. "All done." Her eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of her, smiling, holding out her purse.
"You can board your flight now."
