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I m not sure I can She sucked in air on a gasp as his fingers brushed between
her legs. Her body jolted, arched. Desperate, she pressed her back further into the
seat and covered his hand with her own. Noah.
Was she asking him to stop, or encouraging him? Even she didn t know.
Open your eyes, Isabeau. Look at me.
She forced her eyes open, turned her head.
Relax, he encouraged and stroked her a second time.
She was wound so tight she thought she would break. Her nipples tightened. A
pulse had started between her thighs and his advice was to relax?
Not possible. Not anytime soon.
She stared at his profile and wondered& What was he hiding behind his
sunglasses? Could it be that she was the only one nervous? Aroused. Anxious. She had
to know.
Reaching out, she slid his glasses off. His skin was flushed. The eyes that glanced
over full of heat and raw emotion. Her heart thudded. Tossing his sunglasses into the
back seat, she reached for him.
I don t think so, he growled, pinning her hand against his hard thigh. This isn t
about me.
Of course it is.
No. We already know you can please a man. I need to know I can please you. His
hand tightened around hers, held on as she attempted to pull away. Remember what
I said, Isabeau, it s all about touch.
He made a right, pulling the car into a long driveway and to a halt in front of a
three-stall garage. He released his hold on her, shifted into park, turned off the
ignition and faced her. Then, as if to emphasize his point, his hand journeyed up her
arm, over her shoulder and settled at the back of her neck. He pulled her close.
What s the matter? Are you frightened? His warm breath brushed across her lips
with every word.
She watched him through her lashes while her breath quickened, while he slowly
shifted his head and began to nibble along her jaw.
A little, she admitted. She expected him to smile in satisfaction, even laugh.
Instead, his mouth worked its way down her throat, coaxing a moan from her.
I know the feeling. He trailed his tongue over her collarbone. I ve never wanted
anyone the way I want you.
You& haven t?
No.
When he lifted his head, the truth in his eyes drove away the last of her
apprehension. Noah?
Isa?
Take me to bed.
Slowly, his mouth curved. Without taking his eyes off hers, he reached into the
back seat and retrieved the bag from the drug store. Then he slid from the car, circled
to her door, and helped her out.
His hand on her lower back, he guided her up the front path. Thinking only of the
pleasure they were about to bring each other, she watched him slide the key into the
lock. He pushed the door open and she caught a glimpse of soaring cathedral ceilings,
a sea of white broken by gleaming cherry floors, and a panoramic view of the Sierra
Nevada foothills, before he pressed her against the door.
His mouth settled on hers, and he kissed her, long, slow, and deep. His free hand
cupped her throat. When his thumb stroked the side of her neck, her body began to
tremble. Her legs went weak. Pinned between the door and the solid strength of his
body, she tugged his shirt out of his jeans until her hands slid beneath the hem. A
hum of pleasure broke from the back of her throat as her exploring hands smoothed
over his chest.
His mouth left hers to trail kisses along her jaw, then down the column of her
throat. He stroked his hands down her back until he reached the curve of her butt.
Filling his hands, he hiked her up. The position pressed his erection against her and
she gasped, wrapped her legs around his waist. Her dress slid up. Cool air brushed
across her skin. Hot, wet heat pooled between her thighs.
She had a vague sense of them moving as she began feasting on his neck. She
nipped the lobe of his ear with her teeth, and he sucked in a ragged breath. Her
greedy hands raced over his body, touched him everywhere she could reach. Heat
pumped through her blood when he shifted his grip and his fingers slid beneath the
elastic leg of her panties. He parted her with his fingers, stroking, teasing, until she
arched against him.
She needed to taste him. Again. Now. Unable to resist, she fisted her hand in his
hair, pulled his head back and planted her mouth on his. He stumbled, knocking them
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Dobre pomysły nie mają przeszłości, mają tylko przyszłość. Robert Mallet
De minimis - o najmniejszych rzeczach.
Dobroć jest ważniejsza niż mądrość, a uznanie tej prawdy to pierwszy krok do mądrości. Theodore Isaac Rubin
Dobro to tylko to, co szlachetne, zło to tylko to, co haniebne.
Dla człowieka nie tylko świat otaczający jest zagadką; jest on nią sam dla siebie. I z obu tajemnic bardziej dręczącą wydaje się ta druga. Antoni Kępiński (1918-1972)
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