Harlequin romance...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. 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 may board your flight now.”