- 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 ribcage.
- 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 and into 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. TSA has approved you to fly today."
I love books--- paranormal, urban fantasy, romance of any kind, historical fiction, YA, and many others. Political or self help are about the only kind I don't pick up.
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