I got this today from my Harlequin author pal, Alice Sharpe. And it’s soooo steamy and good, I had to share.
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,
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.
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.”