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her mouth, one last look in the mirror, and she was ready.
Deep breath, Julia.
When she came back into the room, the fire was crackling in the fireplace, music was
playing softly in the stereo, and Luke was half sitting, half lying on the couch. He d removed his
jacket and tie and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. She loved the play of muscle in his arms and
the glint of the firelight on the dark hair of his arms.
She twirled in front of him. Well? What do you think?
A slow, languid smile spread over his face. Gorgeous. Just as I expected. How do you like
it?
I love it. She smoothed a hand over the fabric. It s like being wrapped in a feathery
blanket. No wonder you sold so many of them.
Luke put his drink down, stood up, and took her hand. Dance with me. He pulled her
easily into his arms, nestling her head against his shoulder, their linked hands folded in between
them. They moved slowly, almost in place, in the same rhythm they d been caught up in the last
time.
Julia felt transported here in this cabin in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by snow
and pine trees, warmed by the fire, and lulled by the music. The rest of her life fell away and for
the first time since she arrived at the airport that morning, she relaxed, tension sliding away from
her body like a cloak someone had removed.
You smell wonderful, Luke murmured in her ear. I wish I could have bottled your
scent and kept it with me to open every now and then. He pressed her to him tightly. God, you
don t know how much I ve missed you, Julia. One night together and I couldn t get you out of my
head.
I missed you, too, she said, feeling the steady thud of his heart against her.
Did you bewitch me, Julia? His lips moved against her hair. Did you cast a spell?
Her laugh was unsteady. I m not sure I d know how.
Oh, I think with you, no knowledge is even required.
His words made her feel giddy, excited. It was the kind of nervous energy one got from
dancing on a thin wire.
Luke kissed her forehead, then her cheek, sliding his mouth until he found her lips.
Gently he pressed his tongue until she opened for him, meeting him with her own tongue. The
kiss went on and on as if they were fused together while the music drifted into the room and
they moved together so slowly.
Luke moved his hands so they slid beneath the knitted band of the top. He drew a sharp
breath when he realized she had not put her bra back on.
Tempting me already? His voice was just a tiny bit unsteady.
Hoping to. Hers had the same slightly shaking timbre to it.
Her breasts were bare to his touch. He cupped them in his hands, caressing the soft flesh,
lightly rubbing his thumbs across the nipples. They hardened almost painfully at his touch, and
Julia felt that same needy ache that had sizzled through them the first time he d touched her. His
fingers gently squeezed the flesh of her breasts, his palms bearing their weight. She could barely
stifle the tiny moan that vibrated in her throat.
As they danced, his hands continued to play with her breasts, rub them, and tease her
nipples. His lips brushed tiny kisses over her forehead, down the side of her face, along the
column of her neck. His teeth nipped at her ear lobe. Against the softness of her belly his thick,
hard erection imprinted itself onto her body. Heat surged through her like a flash fire, enveloping
her in a scorching grip.
With almost no effort Luke slid one hand down over her ribs, across her tummy, and into
the waistband of the pants. His hand caressed her hipbone, fingers trailing lightly over it, before
finding the smooth globes of her buttocks. He moved over them, one and then the other. When
he slid the tips of his fingers into the warm cleft, he drew an instant response from her. Another
moan. A sigh. She pressed herself closer to him, her breath catching in her throat. The more he
drew his fingers through the crease, the more rapid her breathing grew.
When he moved the hand around to touch her between her legs, she gasped.
You re wet. His voice was almost guttural. Slick. Very slick. And your sweet pussy lips
are so swollen, Julia. I remember how they looked that night, the lamplight glowing on their deep
pink color, your little clit so swollen and just peeping out.
His words were stimulating the nerves in the walls of her cunt, making the flesh quiver
with need and anticipation. She clung to his arms, steadying herself against the erotic onslaught.
When he probed her folds with one finger, her pussy clenched around him and she made a
strangled sound in her throat.
You re killing me, she moaned.
But it s so sweet, isn t it? So hot and wet inside. You grip my finger the way you grip my
cock. You like my fingers inside you.
She could barely nod her head. Her bones were already turning liquid and her muscles
threatened to give out on her.
Luke withdrew his hand and licked his fingers, eyes darkening. Sweet, he repeated. The
best taste there is. Yours is the best.
Despite the trembling in her fingers, she managed to undo the buttons on his shirt, her
gaze locked with his as he continued to run the tip of his tongue over his fingers. His nostrils
flared as he inhaled the scent of her sex. He laughed very softly when she fumbled with the fabric
of his shirt, yanked it out of his slacks, and tossed it aside. His breath hissed when she ran her
fingers over his chest, reveling again at the silky feel of his thick chest hair and the hardness of the
muscle beneath.
When she skimmed her fingers over his nipples, he wrapped his own fingers around hers
and pressed them hard against his chest. A tiny thrill sizzled through her that she could arouse [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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her mouth, one last look in the mirror, and she was ready.
Deep breath, Julia.
When she came back into the room, the fire was crackling in the fireplace, music was
playing softly in the stereo, and Luke was half sitting, half lying on the couch. He d removed his
jacket and tie and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. She loved the play of muscle in his arms and
the glint of the firelight on the dark hair of his arms.
She twirled in front of him. Well? What do you think?
A slow, languid smile spread over his face. Gorgeous. Just as I expected. How do you like
it?
I love it. She smoothed a hand over the fabric. It s like being wrapped in a feathery
blanket. No wonder you sold so many of them.
Luke put his drink down, stood up, and took her hand. Dance with me. He pulled her
easily into his arms, nestling her head against his shoulder, their linked hands folded in between
them. They moved slowly, almost in place, in the same rhythm they d been caught up in the last
time.
Julia felt transported here in this cabin in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by snow
and pine trees, warmed by the fire, and lulled by the music. The rest of her life fell away and for
the first time since she arrived at the airport that morning, she relaxed, tension sliding away from
her body like a cloak someone had removed.
You smell wonderful, Luke murmured in her ear. I wish I could have bottled your
scent and kept it with me to open every now and then. He pressed her to him tightly. God, you
don t know how much I ve missed you, Julia. One night together and I couldn t get you out of my
head.
I missed you, too, she said, feeling the steady thud of his heart against her.
Did you bewitch me, Julia? His lips moved against her hair. Did you cast a spell?
Her laugh was unsteady. I m not sure I d know how.
Oh, I think with you, no knowledge is even required.
His words made her feel giddy, excited. It was the kind of nervous energy one got from
dancing on a thin wire.
Luke kissed her forehead, then her cheek, sliding his mouth until he found her lips.
Gently he pressed his tongue until she opened for him, meeting him with her own tongue. The
kiss went on and on as if they were fused together while the music drifted into the room and
they moved together so slowly.
Luke moved his hands so they slid beneath the knitted band of the top. He drew a sharp
breath when he realized she had not put her bra back on.
Tempting me already? His voice was just a tiny bit unsteady.
Hoping to. Hers had the same slightly shaking timbre to it.
Her breasts were bare to his touch. He cupped them in his hands, caressing the soft flesh,
lightly rubbing his thumbs across the nipples. They hardened almost painfully at his touch, and
Julia felt that same needy ache that had sizzled through them the first time he d touched her. His
fingers gently squeezed the flesh of her breasts, his palms bearing their weight. She could barely
stifle the tiny moan that vibrated in her throat.
As they danced, his hands continued to play with her breasts, rub them, and tease her
nipples. His lips brushed tiny kisses over her forehead, down the side of her face, along the
column of her neck. His teeth nipped at her ear lobe. Against the softness of her belly his thick,
hard erection imprinted itself onto her body. Heat surged through her like a flash fire, enveloping
her in a scorching grip.
With almost no effort Luke slid one hand down over her ribs, across her tummy, and into
the waistband of the pants. His hand caressed her hipbone, fingers trailing lightly over it, before
finding the smooth globes of her buttocks. He moved over them, one and then the other. When
he slid the tips of his fingers into the warm cleft, he drew an instant response from her. Another
moan. A sigh. She pressed herself closer to him, her breath catching in her throat. The more he
drew his fingers through the crease, the more rapid her breathing grew.
When he moved the hand around to touch her between her legs, she gasped.
You re wet. His voice was almost guttural. Slick. Very slick. And your sweet pussy lips
are so swollen, Julia. I remember how they looked that night, the lamplight glowing on their deep
pink color, your little clit so swollen and just peeping out.
His words were stimulating the nerves in the walls of her cunt, making the flesh quiver
with need and anticipation. She clung to his arms, steadying herself against the erotic onslaught.
When he probed her folds with one finger, her pussy clenched around him and she made a
strangled sound in her throat.
You re killing me, she moaned.
But it s so sweet, isn t it? So hot and wet inside. You grip my finger the way you grip my
cock. You like my fingers inside you.
She could barely nod her head. Her bones were already turning liquid and her muscles
threatened to give out on her.
Luke withdrew his hand and licked his fingers, eyes darkening. Sweet, he repeated. The
best taste there is. Yours is the best.
Despite the trembling in her fingers, she managed to undo the buttons on his shirt, her
gaze locked with his as he continued to run the tip of his tongue over his fingers. His nostrils
flared as he inhaled the scent of her sex. He laughed very softly when she fumbled with the fabric
of his shirt, yanked it out of his slacks, and tossed it aside. His breath hissed when she ran her
fingers over his chest, reveling again at the silky feel of his thick chest hair and the hardness of the
muscle beneath.
When she skimmed her fingers over his nipples, he wrapped his own fingers around hers
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