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.“I warned you.” He scooped her up again—it was getting to be a habit, he mused, alert for her hand positioning—and carried her into the nearest bedroom, the guest one off the living room.He lowered her until she sat at the edge of his bed.Her fingers worked at his pants even as he removed his shirt and sweater once more.“Take off your clothes,” he commanded, more to give himself time than anything else.Her scent made him feel lightheaded.The sight of lithe curves, and her eagerness for him, made him strain for control.He was dangerously close, with those teasing, strong, skillful fingers of hers brushing against his crotch—didn’t she know that?Her look up at him assured him she did.“I’m doing this because I want to.Not because you’re telling me to.”He groaned and took a step back from the nimbus of her body heat.She really was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.And the cutest.She didn’t look too much younger than he was, but she radiated a distinctly youthful, almost nymphet demeanor in the way she gazed at him with big eyes full of wonder.And desire.“Last chance,” he gritted out.“You’re vulnerable right now, and I’m not looking for a relationship, Ginnie.”“Neither am I.” She took her shirt off.Slowly.Then her bra.Even more slowly.When she spent three years unzipping her jeans, he remembered to exhale.“Okay, that does it,” he growled, and helped her by yanking them right off her body, panties and all.Chapter ThreeThe man clearly had no idea how unusual this was for her.Ginnie shifted her body, expediting Harry’s removal of her panties.And socks.He was taking the time to remove her socks.If just the skimming of cotton over her feet made her shiver with want, what would a more direct caress do to her?His touch promised patience.Expertise.Sensuality.The fine hairs on her body rose with anticipation.And the thing of it was, she felt perfectly shameless sitting there on the side of his large bed, naked.She wasn’t sure if it was the near-death experience in her destroyed house, or some kind of vibe he was putting out.Or maybe both.She simply wasn’t like this.Ginnie grinned, ran her fingers through his hair.She felt positively wanton.The nude woman who currently watched a sexy-as-hell man—a near stranger, for god’s sake—rise from his knees to unzip his jeans, bore no resemblance to the woman who played the docile role of Rick’s fiancée for so long.But Harry was no Rick.Her breath caught.With his pants off, he especially bore no resemblance to Rick.“Lie down,” Harry commanded, one warm hand sliding up her calf.She felt his breath against her thigh.He kissed her just above the knee, tongued her lightly.“Oh boy.” A zing of pure lust shot through her, lodged in her stomach.Her head felt pleasantly swimmy as she decided whether or not to obey orders.She wanted to lie back.Badly.She also wanted to touch him.To push him onto his back and jump his bones.It felt easier, better, to be in control.“Please,” she said.He looked at her inquiringly.“Can I…touch you?”He closed his eyes.Movement caught her eye as his penis bobbed once, heavily, as if in answer.She glanced back up.“I take it that’s a yes,” she said dryly and felt her heart give a small shimmy at the sight of his tight, pained smile.“You.” Harry pinned her with a gaze that spoke of frustration, humor and lust all at once.“You’re unbelievable.I haven’t been so—oh.Ah.”She cupped him with one hand, grasped and released with the other.“Impressive,” she declared.Not that she was an expert or anything.Rick had been her one and only.But comparatively speaking, Harry was magnificent.But it wasn’t only Harry’s size and readiness.It was his sensual abandonment to her touch.He moved with her, thrusting deliberately, as if demonstrating what he would do to her.Her breath caught, and tingles shot up her spine.She could almost feel him inside her, though she hadn’t even felt his body against hers yet.“I need you now,” she said, pulling him toward her.He grinned.“I know.” With a quick movement, his fingers found and caressed between her legs, then withdrew.His smile widened at her cry of pleasure.“It’s not a leash, sweetheart.Let me have it back now.”She let go, uncertain.Suddenly anxious.He looked at her.“You’re worried,” he said softly.“Your face changed.Just in the last few seconds.” He reached to touch her head, but halted the movement before contact.“I won’t hurt you, Ginnie.”“I know.” She said it automatically, but her heart leapt into her throat, making her feel a strange prickly tension.He said he wouldn’t hurt her.Rick used to say that.But Harry made a wild hope beat in her breast, fueling her desire until she shifted uncomfortably.She wanted to straddle him.She wanted to keep being the wild new woman he brought out in her.Her body ached to jump on him, take him in.She also wanted to simply lean into his hand.Why hadn’t he taken her suggestion to move onto her, into her? His delay made her ache.It also made her increasingly nervous.How could he have such control? She could see how much he wanted her.“I just… I don’t know.”Harry stared at her, thoughtful.It didn’t make her at all self-conscious [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.“I warned you.” He scooped her up again—it was getting to be a habit, he mused, alert for her hand positioning—and carried her into the nearest bedroom, the guest one off the living room.He lowered her until she sat at the edge of his bed.Her fingers worked at his pants even as he removed his shirt and sweater once more.“Take off your clothes,” he commanded, more to give himself time than anything else.Her scent made him feel lightheaded.The sight of lithe curves, and her eagerness for him, made him strain for control.He was dangerously close, with those teasing, strong, skillful fingers of hers brushing against his crotch—didn’t she know that?Her look up at him assured him she did.“I’m doing this because I want to.Not because you’re telling me to.”He groaned and took a step back from the nimbus of her body heat.She really was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.And the cutest.She didn’t look too much younger than he was, but she radiated a distinctly youthful, almost nymphet demeanor in the way she gazed at him with big eyes full of wonder.And desire.“Last chance,” he gritted out.“You’re vulnerable right now, and I’m not looking for a relationship, Ginnie.”“Neither am I.” She took her shirt off.Slowly.Then her bra.Even more slowly.When she spent three years unzipping her jeans, he remembered to exhale.“Okay, that does it,” he growled, and helped her by yanking them right off her body, panties and all.Chapter ThreeThe man clearly had no idea how unusual this was for her.Ginnie shifted her body, expediting Harry’s removal of her panties.And socks.He was taking the time to remove her socks.If just the skimming of cotton over her feet made her shiver with want, what would a more direct caress do to her?His touch promised patience.Expertise.Sensuality.The fine hairs on her body rose with anticipation.And the thing of it was, she felt perfectly shameless sitting there on the side of his large bed, naked.She wasn’t sure if it was the near-death experience in her destroyed house, or some kind of vibe he was putting out.Or maybe both.She simply wasn’t like this.Ginnie grinned, ran her fingers through his hair.She felt positively wanton.The nude woman who currently watched a sexy-as-hell man—a near stranger, for god’s sake—rise from his knees to unzip his jeans, bore no resemblance to the woman who played the docile role of Rick’s fiancée for so long.But Harry was no Rick.Her breath caught.With his pants off, he especially bore no resemblance to Rick.“Lie down,” Harry commanded, one warm hand sliding up her calf.She felt his breath against her thigh.He kissed her just above the knee, tongued her lightly.“Oh boy.” A zing of pure lust shot through her, lodged in her stomach.Her head felt pleasantly swimmy as she decided whether or not to obey orders.She wanted to lie back.Badly.She also wanted to touch him.To push him onto his back and jump his bones.It felt easier, better, to be in control.“Please,” she said.He looked at her inquiringly.“Can I…touch you?”He closed his eyes.Movement caught her eye as his penis bobbed once, heavily, as if in answer.She glanced back up.“I take it that’s a yes,” she said dryly and felt her heart give a small shimmy at the sight of his tight, pained smile.“You.” Harry pinned her with a gaze that spoke of frustration, humor and lust all at once.“You’re unbelievable.I haven’t been so—oh.Ah.”She cupped him with one hand, grasped and released with the other.“Impressive,” she declared.Not that she was an expert or anything.Rick had been her one and only.But comparatively speaking, Harry was magnificent.But it wasn’t only Harry’s size and readiness.It was his sensual abandonment to her touch.He moved with her, thrusting deliberately, as if demonstrating what he would do to her.Her breath caught, and tingles shot up her spine.She could almost feel him inside her, though she hadn’t even felt his body against hers yet.“I need you now,” she said, pulling him toward her.He grinned.“I know.” With a quick movement, his fingers found and caressed between her legs, then withdrew.His smile widened at her cry of pleasure.“It’s not a leash, sweetheart.Let me have it back now.”She let go, uncertain.Suddenly anxious.He looked at her.“You’re worried,” he said softly.“Your face changed.Just in the last few seconds.” He reached to touch her head, but halted the movement before contact.“I won’t hurt you, Ginnie.”“I know.” She said it automatically, but her heart leapt into her throat, making her feel a strange prickly tension.He said he wouldn’t hurt her.Rick used to say that.But Harry made a wild hope beat in her breast, fueling her desire until she shifted uncomfortably.She wanted to straddle him.She wanted to keep being the wild new woman he brought out in her.Her body ached to jump on him, take him in.She also wanted to simply lean into his hand.Why hadn’t he taken her suggestion to move onto her, into her? His delay made her ache.It also made her increasingly nervous.How could he have such control? She could see how much he wanted her.“I just… I don’t know.”Harry stared at her, thoughtful.It didn’t make her at all self-conscious [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]