no one else is going into that place until you clear it.”
“Okay. You’re right.”
“You said you want a shower. Let me give you one. I promise you’ll love it.”
She smiled at him, her body melting at his touch. “I put myself in your hands, mi
amore .”
Phht! Did I just call him my heart? He hasn’t promised me anything except team
partnership and great sex. And I do not want to scare this man off.
But he brushed his lips over hers. “I’m definitely the man for the task.”
He increased the pressure of the kiss, rubbing his lips over hers and tracing the
seam with the tip of his tongue before urging her to open to him. His tongue invaded
hungrily and she met it with her own, enjoying the sensual dance as he unbuttoned her
blouse and parted the fabric then flicked open the front clasp of her bra. One warm
hand covered a breast and immediately heat streaked through her. He caught her
nipple between two fingers, squeezing it gently even as he pushed the blouse and bra
straps over her shoulders.
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Until Twilight
His tongue still dueling with hers, he slid down the zipper of her skirt and thrust
the material over her hips, sliding his hand beneath the flimsy silk of her panties to
brush her trimmed pubic curls. One lean finger slid between her slick labia, over her
now-throbbing clit and into the wet heat of her pussy.
“You’re ready for me,” he whispered against her mouth. “I think you’re always
ready for me, aren’t you, Bella?”
She tried to rub herself against his touch. “I think, sì , you are right. One touch and I go up in flames.”
She tried to open her legs more for him but the skirt still restricted it.
“Uh-uh,” he murmured into her mouth. “I’m in charge here, remember?”
“I’ll try, mi amore .” There. She’d said it again and he didn’t flinch.
If anyone could be in charge of her it would be Lane Hallowell. They had only
known each other for a very few days but already she felt more for him, trusted him
more, than any other man she’d ever met. They worked well together as a team but it
was more than that. He was concerned for her welfare without getting in the way of her
job, showing respect for her particular area of expertise. He seemed to sense what she
needed even before she did. And she’d felt an instant and powerful emotional
connection to him. Did he feel the same?
He slid off the bed and pulled her to her feet. He finished undressing her with great
care, folding her clothing precisely and placing it on one of the armchairs. Then, in a very masculine but very graceful movement he lifted her in his arms and carried her
into the huge bathroom. Propping her against him with one hand, he reached into the
shower with the other and turned on the spray. When he was satisfied with the
temperature he lowered Isabella to the commode seat and she watched him strip his
own clothes off with a maximum of efficiency.
God, she loved looking at his body, so sleek and powerful, so toned, muscles as
defined as those of a statue. The soft mat of hair on his chest, and the magnificent cock 85
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jutting proudly from his groin. The pulsebeat in her womb ratcheted up at the sight of
him.
“Okay.” His smile was easy but his eyes burned with hungry passion. “Time to
shower off the filth of society.”
He lifted her to her feet, took her hand and led her into the shower with him. The
spray was so fine it was almost a mist as it cascaded down on her, the pattering of the drops so gentle on her skin. Lane propped her against the wall, grabbed the bottle of
scented gel the hotel provided and worked some into a lather in his hands. Then he
began to gently rub it into her skin, beginning at her shoulders, kneading the muscles as he worked his way down her arms, paying individual attention to each finger and the
palm of each hand. Her wrists, her knuckles, the insides of her elbow. Strong yet gentle strokes that
“Okay. You’re right.”
“You said you want a shower. Let me give you one. I promise you’ll love it.”
She smiled at him, her body melting at his touch. “I put myself in your hands, mi
amore .”
Phht! Did I just call him my heart? He hasn’t promised me anything except team
partnership and great sex. And I do not want to scare this man off.
But he brushed his lips over hers. “I’m definitely the man for the task.”
He increased the pressure of the kiss, rubbing his lips over hers and tracing the
seam with the tip of his tongue before urging her to open to him. His tongue invaded
hungrily and she met it with her own, enjoying the sensual dance as he unbuttoned her
blouse and parted the fabric then flicked open the front clasp of her bra. One warm
hand covered a breast and immediately heat streaked through her. He caught her
nipple between two fingers, squeezing it gently even as he pushed the blouse and bra
straps over her shoulders.
84
Until Twilight
His tongue still dueling with hers, he slid down the zipper of her skirt and thrust
the material over her hips, sliding his hand beneath the flimsy silk of her panties to
brush her trimmed pubic curls. One lean finger slid between her slick labia, over her
now-throbbing clit and into the wet heat of her pussy.
“You’re ready for me,” he whispered against her mouth. “I think you’re always
ready for me, aren’t you, Bella?”
She tried to rub herself against his touch. “I think, sì , you are right. One touch and I go up in flames.”
She tried to open her legs more for him but the skirt still restricted it.
“Uh-uh,” he murmured into her mouth. “I’m in charge here, remember?”
“I’ll try, mi amore .” There. She’d said it again and he didn’t flinch.
If anyone could be in charge of her it would be Lane Hallowell. They had only
known each other for a very few days but already she felt more for him, trusted him
more, than any other man she’d ever met. They worked well together as a team but it
was more than that. He was concerned for her welfare without getting in the way of her
job, showing respect for her particular area of expertise. He seemed to sense what she
needed even before she did. And she’d felt an instant and powerful emotional
connection to him. Did he feel the same?
He slid off the bed and pulled her to her feet. He finished undressing her with great
care, folding her clothing precisely and placing it on one of the armchairs. Then, in a very masculine but very graceful movement he lifted her in his arms and carried her
into the huge bathroom. Propping her against him with one hand, he reached into the
shower with the other and turned on the spray. When he was satisfied with the
temperature he lowered Isabella to the commode seat and she watched him strip his
own clothes off with a maximum of efficiency.
God, she loved looking at his body, so sleek and powerful, so toned, muscles as
defined as those of a statue. The soft mat of hair on his chest, and the magnificent cock 85
Desiree Holt & Cerise DeLand
jutting proudly from his groin. The pulsebeat in her womb ratcheted up at the sight of
him.
“Okay.” His smile was easy but his eyes burned with hungry passion. “Time to
shower off the filth of society.”
He lifted her to her feet, took her hand and led her into the shower with him. The
spray was so fine it was almost a mist as it cascaded down on her, the pattering of the drops so gentle on her skin. Lane propped her against the wall, grabbed the bottle of
scented gel the hotel provided and worked some into a lather in his hands. Then he
began to gently rub it into her skin, beginning at her shoulders, kneading the muscles as he worked his way down her arms, paying individual attention to each finger and the
palm of each hand. Her wrists, her knuckles, the insides of her elbow. Strong yet gentle strokes that
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