Mills and Boon - Updated

[kgwilson]

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 to 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 breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply.

 

 

 

Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders,

 

and slid them down my tingling spine onto my quivering buttocks.

 

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."