I got this today from my Harlequin author pal, Alice Sharpe. And it’s soooo steamy and good, I had to share.
Version 2011
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.