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THE WIFE HE'S WAITED FOR
January, 2009
Excerpt:
He held the door open for her as she passed by him, and once inside, she ran straight into the wall, it was so dark in the corridor. "Don't they use lights in here?" she asked, backing away from the wall and thrusting out her hand to locate where she was and which way to go. But what she encountered, rather than another wall or obstacle, was Michael's chest. Strong, muscular. Her palm flat to his pectoral muscle, she drew in a ragged breath, but didn't remove her hand. Instead, she kept it there as his chest rose and fell with a breath. Then another breath. Then another.
Finally, she pulled away, but before she could pull back from him more than an inch or two, he took hold of her wrist, and she was overcome with a rush of sexual twinges like she'd never felt in her life. Not with anybody.
All from an innocent touch in the dark!
Yet, she still made no move to pull away from him. Instead, she fought to keep her breathing steady as he pressed his way past her in the tight little hallway, pushing her back against the wall for that instant as their bodies met. And in that instant, the crazy, aroused thoughts running through her mind... She wanted to do it, right there, like she'd never wanted to with any man in her life. Wanted to even more when she felt his hand skim up over her ribs and slide its way under the knit top she was wearing - the one Clarice had given her that she'd vowed never to wear again.
Sarah bit her lip to keep from sucking in a sharp, loud breath because she feared the least little sound would break this spell, and she didn't want it broken. Barriers were down, and she didn't know for how long. And while they were down she wanted everything from Michael that she could have.
Tilting her head to the side, she felt the nuzzle of his lips just at that tender spot where her neck and shoulder connected, and the liquid heat from something so simple melted down through her very core, arousing her to the point that she pressed her hips to his, and felt his erection hard against her. She gasped, in spite of her resolve to be quiet, and that only intensified his press to her, as he ground into her even harder.
Sarah was ready for him, in this dark little nook, even as her eyes were adjusting and she could see the outline of his body so close to her, pushing harder in such intimate ways. The feel of his fingers pushing away her bra to find her nipple, the feel of his lips on hew jaw...
Somewhere in the distance the sound of shattering glass broke the mood, and Michael backed away from Sarah as quickly as Sarah adjusted her disheveled clothing. "Sounds like a tray of bar glasses," Michael said roughly, then cleared his throat. "Bet somebody's going to pay for that."
The liquid heat still flowing everywhere - through her breasts, between her legs - Sarah was able to answer only with a nod and something that amounted to a squeak. This was...incredible. Incredible and stupid! She was about to do, well...anything, everything with Michael in the back hallway to a bar. That wasn't like her. Not ever before. She'd never been wild like that. Never been driven to the point of such extreme desires that would compel her to do such an impulsive, crazy thing. Worst of all, the heat wasn't going away fast enough. She still wanted...Michael. "Do they have tables here?" she asked, finally finding her voice. "Because I need a margarita in a big way. Two of them!"
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