It slipped low on her hips but it did not fall all the way to the floor. He rose and lowered the flannel gown to her waist. When he looked up he saw that she was watching him with hungry attention, as if every move he made fascinated her. He released her long enough to sit down on the edge of the white bed and remove his running shoes. He was already hard, but her touch and the sultry desire in her words made him absolutely rigid. She unbuttoned his shirt and spread her palms across his chest. He knew that when he threaded his fingers through the triangle of hair at the apex of her thighs she would be moist. Her arms tightened fiercely around his neck when he started to unfasten the tiny little buttons of the flannel nightgown. She was as swept up in the moment as he was. He did not catch the precise words, but he had no trouble at all understanding the meaning. She mumbled something against his mouth as he slipped the robe off her shoulders. She wore a long-sleeved, high-necked, prim white gown underneath it. He stopped beside the bed and untied the belt that bound the robe around her waist. Nothing could stop him as long as he knew that Hannah wanted him as badly as he wanted her. Not that that was going to stop him, he thought.Įxultation raced through him. He did not turn on the lamp, but the light from the corridor was sufficient to allow him to see that the room, with its white wicker furniture, white bedspread, and bleached wooden floors, was just as he had imagined it all those years ago: a pristine retreat for an untouchable princess.
His breathing was heavy and ragged by the time he got both of them to the bedroom at the end of the hall. He started toward it with Hannah tucked safely against his side. The only light now was a dim, welcoming glow at the top of the stairs. When they went past the light switch, he reached out and flipped it to the off position. A man could always hope.Īfraid to risk any more conversation, he kept his mouth on hers as he maneuvered her through the kitchen door. Maybe she no longer had anything to say, he thought. “Not as long as I have something to say.”įor a few seconds she hesitated and then, with a tiny sigh, she softened. “I really don’t think that’s a good idea, Rafe.” “Give whatever we’ve got going for us a chance, okay?” He drew his finger down the curve of her neck. “In the most interesting way,” he muttered against her throat.
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