Harlequin Romance, Version 2011
He grasped me firmly, but oh so 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 almost
soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear.
"Just relax," he said.
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, collect your things. You can board your flight now."
He grasped me firmly, but oh so 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 almost
soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear.
"Just relax," he said.
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, collect your things. You can board your flight now."
