Sunday, August 21, 2011

Harlequin Romance

Harlequin Romance

Version 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. 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 and slid them down my tingling spine .

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."