Harlequin Novel - 2011 Version

 
He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into 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, 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, my pulse was pounding.

I felt his fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage.  And then, as he
cupped my firm, full breasts, I inhaled sharply.

Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my
shoulders, 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 . . . .> >
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>"Okay ma'am, you can board your flight now."