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Authors: Charlotte Hughes
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He lowered his face to hers slowly and hesitated one heart-stopping moment before touching his lips to hers.
She had been waiting for him to kiss her, Michelle realized, and when his tongue prodded her lips open, she was only too happy to oblige. She met the thrust of his tongue boldly, and the kiss deepened and became more erotic than anything she had ever experienced. He sampled the textures of her mouth, sliding his tongue across her teeth and dipping into the dark nooks and crannies as though searching for a hidden treasure. He took her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged it gently, then raised his calloused palms to her face and turned her head just so, giving him free access to her mouth. Michelle had never been so thoroughly kissed in her life.
Gator paused briefly so they could gulp air into their lungs, then, he captured her lips once more, at the same time trying to hold himself in check so that he didn’t rush the moment. He wanted it to last forever, but he was already so aroused that he couldn’t think straight. He raised his head and looked at her. When he spoke, his voice was raw with emotion. “If you are going to stop me, do it now, Mic.”
Michelle was almost frightened by the intensity of his gaze. “Gator, I can’t think—”
“The time for thinking is over, Mic,” he said gruffly. “You either want me or you don’t.” He gazed at her for a moment, feeling as vulnerable as he ever had in his life. He was almost crazy from wanting her, but he wasn’t about to make the first move. This was what 16 years of dreaming about her had done to him. It was scary to want a woman that much.
Michelle slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, so close his lips brushed hers as lightly as a butterfly’s wing. Heat radiated from his body. “I do want you, Gator,” she whispered against his mouth. “I’ve always wanted you.”
Chapter Six
Gator gazed at her for several seconds as the full measure of her words sank in. Her eyes were soft with invitation, her slight smile beguiling and sexy as all get-out. He leaned his head forward, touching her nose playfully with his own, the look in his eyes saying more than he possibly could at the moment. He stood, reached for her hand and tugged gently. Michelle came to her feet. Gator paused briefly, reached for the large ornamental candle he’d carried from the bathroom and led the way to the stairs.
Once they reached the top, Michelle pointed toward the guest room. Gator followed her direction and set the candle on the night table beside the bed. The room was bathed in a golden light that made it appear warm and cozy. Michelle noticed that Reba’s old furniture didn’t look as harsh in the soft light; but she could not have cared less. The only thing she cared about was the man standing before her.
Gator stared at Michelle as though she were an apparition, which wasn’t far from the truth as far as he was concerned. If someone had told him a week ago that he’d be sharing her bed, he would have laughed. He still couldn’t believe it. Surely he had done something good in his life to deserve this.
“Take off the robe, Mic,” he said gently. “I’ve waited sixteen years to see you, and I can’t stand it any longer.” When she hesitated, he added, “Please.”
Michelle reached for the tie on her grandmother’s robe and tugged the knot free. She pulled the garment open, slid it from her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor.
Gator heard his own quick intake of breath as he greedily devoured the woman before him with his eyes—the gentle sloping shoulders, the high, softly rounded breasts, and dark coral nipples. Her waist dipped at her navel, then flared into perfectly proportioned hips. The dark blond tuft at the base of her thighs sent a tremor through his body and a rumble of pleasure low in his chest. He raised his eyes to her face. She looked so vulnerable, so unsure, as though she feared she wouldn’t measure up. He
She had been waiting for him to kiss her, Michelle realized, and when his tongue prodded her lips open, she was only too happy to oblige. She met the thrust of his tongue boldly, and the kiss deepened and became more erotic than anything she had ever experienced. He sampled the textures of her mouth, sliding his tongue across her teeth and dipping into the dark nooks and crannies as though searching for a hidden treasure. He took her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged it gently, then raised his calloused palms to her face and turned her head just so, giving him free access to her mouth. Michelle had never been so thoroughly kissed in her life.
Gator paused briefly so they could gulp air into their lungs, then, he captured her lips once more, at the same time trying to hold himself in check so that he didn’t rush the moment. He wanted it to last forever, but he was already so aroused that he couldn’t think straight. He raised his head and looked at her. When he spoke, his voice was raw with emotion. “If you are going to stop me, do it now, Mic.”
Michelle was almost frightened by the intensity of his gaze. “Gator, I can’t think—”
“The time for thinking is over, Mic,” he said gruffly. “You either want me or you don’t.” He gazed at her for a moment, feeling as vulnerable as he ever had in his life. He was almost crazy from wanting her, but he wasn’t about to make the first move. This was what 16 years of dreaming about her had done to him. It was scary to want a woman that much.
Michelle slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, so close his lips brushed hers as lightly as a butterfly’s wing. Heat radiated from his body. “I do want you, Gator,” she whispered against his mouth. “I’ve always wanted you.”
Chapter Six
Gator gazed at her for several seconds as the full measure of her words sank in. Her eyes were soft with invitation, her slight smile beguiling and sexy as all get-out. He leaned his head forward, touching her nose playfully with his own, the look in his eyes saying more than he possibly could at the moment. He stood, reached for her hand and tugged gently. Michelle came to her feet. Gator paused briefly, reached for the large ornamental candle he’d carried from the bathroom and led the way to the stairs.
Once they reached the top, Michelle pointed toward the guest room. Gator followed her direction and set the candle on the night table beside the bed. The room was bathed in a golden light that made it appear warm and cozy. Michelle noticed that Reba’s old furniture didn’t look as harsh in the soft light; but she could not have cared less. The only thing she cared about was the man standing before her.
Gator stared at Michelle as though she were an apparition, which wasn’t far from the truth as far as he was concerned. If someone had told him a week ago that he’d be sharing her bed, he would have laughed. He still couldn’t believe it. Surely he had done something good in his life to deserve this.
“Take off the robe, Mic,” he said gently. “I’ve waited sixteen years to see you, and I can’t stand it any longer.” When she hesitated, he added, “Please.”
Michelle reached for the tie on her grandmother’s robe and tugged the knot free. She pulled the garment open, slid it from her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor.
Gator heard his own quick intake of breath as he greedily devoured the woman before him with his eyes—the gentle sloping shoulders, the high, softly rounded breasts, and dark coral nipples. Her waist dipped at her navel, then flared into perfectly proportioned hips. The dark blond tuft at the base of her thighs sent a tremor through his body and a rumble of pleasure low in his chest. He raised his eyes to her face. She looked so vulnerable, so unsure, as though she feared she wouldn’t measure up. He
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